All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KNIGHTI can see the resolve burning in her pale blue eyes. The resolve to hurt her husband the same way he’s hurting her. But she just won't say it. She’s trying to prove a point, I get it. But I wonder how long she'll have to keep denying what is between us…and trying to pretend like she has the perfect marriage. Just like mine…her marriage is quickly nosediving. And it's all thanks to our partners. I mean, I have my thing with Jade too. But the idea of Camille openly disrespecting me is difficult to sit with, or contain. And the idea of Soren disrespecting my mate…a treasure he doesn't realize he’s got in his hands…I want to bash his face in the more I think about it. “We’re running out of time,” Jade’s soft voice cut into my thoughts. She’s glancing down the curve to see if we’re alone or not. “It’s not long before they come looking for us.” She blinks, as if just realizing what she said. “And do you realize you've given them something to talk about by walking out just righ

JADEThe house is dead silent when we get home. And it's not just because Lance is sleeping soundly up in his room. It's also because of the noise in my head, a sharp contrast to the uncomfortable serenity around us. Soren goes straight towards his room, not having said a word to me since he saw the mark of another man’s teeth on the top of my breast. “Don’t you think we need to talk?” My voice rings hollow after him.He does not break a stride. “I’m exhausted, Jade. Let’s do this later.” Really? Is he just running from a confrontation or unable to admit that we are falling apart?A streak of stubbornness comes alive in me and I'm suddenly matching after him. He walks into his room and before he can slam his door in my face, I shove it back with incredible strength, which I suppose is fueled by the anger burning inside me. “I’ve had enough, Soren. We talk tonight, or we don't talk at all.” He whirls on me, red eyes flashing. “And you think I care?” His words sting very sharply,

JADEIt’s not until I’m driving to Morningstar Holdings the next morning, checking my lipstick inn the rearview mirror, to see if it's the right shade for my outfit, that I realize why I've been jittery with nerves all through the night till morning.I’ll be seeing Knight today. And I'll be working closely with him. I’ll be breathing the same air as him, feeling the heat of his body and trying to not melt from it. I've tried to pretend otherwise, but I'm excited. Not just at the idea of working closely with the stepbrother I’m attracted to…but also the idea of being in charge, as high as vice-chairman. I’m looking forward to a fun experience and also hoping to prove myself. I’m not a worthless heiress. I’ll have to work hard to show that to everyone who's ever doubted, mocked and undermined me. I pull the burgundy BMW to the front of the massive building with swift ease and step out of the vehicle. There’s a valet at my side instantly, flashing a polite smile at me. “Morning, ma'

JADE“What do you want?” Camille is trying so hard to hide the breathlessness in her voice. And failing just as drastically. Just what is she doing in that car with my husband? I’m tempted to blurt out that question, but Knight is watching me with a heavy, heated warning in his eyes…like he knows what's on my mind. “What are you up to?” He asks his wife, his jaw ticking. “Why do you ask?” “I thought I saw your car around the company just now. I would like to take you to dinner.” Even as he says the words, liquid fire burns in my heart. He does not look like he wants to take his wife to dinner, but hearing him say it anyway…it twists a knife deep inside my chest. It reminds me of the fact that he belongs to someone and that someone… has a privilege I do not have. Spending every day with him. Camille falls silent for a long moment. Then she clears her throat. “Look, what's the occasion?” Before Knight can respond, she adds in a strained voice. “I'm quite occupied at the moment

JADEMy heart slams into my ribcage as Knight swerves the car onto a different highway. He's giving the patrol car behind us a good distance. But the cops are relentless. They keep barking into the mic that we should pull over, but Knight is such a stubborn mule. I’m tempted to lean across the space and grab the wheel from him, but I'm afraid that might not go down very well, given how much bigger and faster Knight looks from my point of view. He's just cutting into an alley when a patrol car speeds out from a blind spot and blocks us off. “Watch out!” I scream, heart thudding hard, grabbing the leather beneath me. Knight reacts fast, slamming his foot against the brake. The car screeches to a halt just inches from the patrol car, and a cop with tattoos on his neck and arm gets out, slamming his door shut. He looks more like a menacing criminal than a cop as he bounces towards us. He opens his mouth and yells something, pointing at our window. But we can't hear because the wind