All Chapters of Marriage Over; Sign The Divorce Papers, Mr. Brooke : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Anastasia's POV The next day after I rejected Tristan's offer to invest in the project, he asked his team to announce that he was investing in it, and ever since then, ST Group had been getting approached by other investors who wanted to invest in the project. They weren't offering the same amount of funds Tristan had offered us, but they could replace the small investors who had pulled out because the anonymous investor had withdrawn his investments. However, I also knew this new wave of investors was dangerous. If these people found out later that Tristan hadn't signed the contract or that he was no longer investing, they could pull out the same way the others did, which might hurt the project once again. I could tell Mr. Stiles had realized that too because he hadn't signed any investment contracts with the new investors. This was a carefully crafted trap by Tristan. If we signed the contract with him, it would be a great profit for him, and the project would be completed succe

Anastasia's POVHe wanted to invest in the project again... But why had he pulled out in the first place?"Really? You want to invest again?" Mr. Stiles asked, probably unable to believe his luck, and Ethan nodded."Yes. Why are you acting surprised? Isn't that the reason you people are here? To convince me to invest in the project again because you can't find another investor?" he mused, mockery evident in his voice."Maybe we're surprised because you're planning to invest again after pulling out of the project without any explanation. Or is there something you aren't telling us?" I asked.He chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair."Ms. Lancaster is really smart. You know how to put me in a corner," he mumbled as he picked up his golf club."It's true that I pulled out of the project for a reason, but I don't have to think about that now. I can invest again without worrying about it," he said.But I wasn't convinced."Mind my manners, but can I ask what made you pull out of the p

Ethan's POVMy sports car screeched to a halt in the underground parking lot of my casino. I got out and handed the keys to my personal valet. One look at his frightened expression told me that someone had been up to no good."Where is he?" I asked as I adjusted my wristwatch, even though I already knew it might end up stained with blood."He... He's on the third floor," he announced.I patted his back before walking away from the underground parking lot.I took my private elevator, which stopped directly at the third floor. The moment I stepped into the VIP casino hall, the silence of the golf course that I had longed for was replaced by the deafening hum of excitement.Music pulsed through the walls, slot machines chimed relentlessly, and the clatter of chips mixed with the loud conversations of gamblers scattered across the floor. Waiters moved between crowded tables with trays of expensive drinks while dealers calmly dealt cards beneath the bright lights."I hate this," I muttered

Serena's POVMy face paled with shock as I tried to register Tristan's words, but the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. How could Anastasia be his world?Shouldn't she be the woman he hated the most?Hadn't I schemed all these years so that Tristan could hate Anastasia? I made sure that everyone in the Brooke family wouldn't see her as anything more than a leech or a bully, so how did she manage to whitewash herself and make Tristan fall head over heels for her?Or could this be a result of me leaving years ago, which allowed Anastasia to have Tristan under her charm? That was the only explanation I could think of.“Serena, are you alright? You look pale. Should I take you to the hospital?” he asked, looking worried, and I almost cursed at him.How could he be worried about me when he had just dropped a bombshell and told me to my face that I would never be close to Anastasia in his heart?“I'm fine... I'm just surprised that you loved her this much,” I lied. I could

Anastasia's POVThe kiss was fierce yet slow, a strange combination of hot and cold, as Tristan slipped his hand behind my head and deepened the kiss, not giving me a chance to fight back. Or did I simply not want to fight back?“Mhmm...” I moaned into the kiss as Tristan's tongue moved against mine, while I wrapped my arms around his neck, getting lost in the kiss. His hand roamed over my body, leaving me breathless.“Fuck... I've missed you,” he breathed as he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting for breath. But before I could realize what he was doing, his lips moved down to my neck. He tugged at my dress strap, and I wanted to berate him, but the moment I felt his feverish lips against my skin, moving down to my cleavages every bit of reasoning flew out the window.“Urgh...” I breathed as he kissed along my neck and collarbone, his hands moving over me while the other rested against my thigh, moving inwards sending lingering sensations through me.My mind was telling me this wa