All Chapters of Brother-in-Law, I’m Your Dirty Secret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen where Jia was drinking her coffee and reading through a stack of patient files. She did not look up when I entered. She barely acknowledged I existed anymore. That alone made my blood boil."I have to fly to Chicago for a few days," I told her, keeping my voice light and bored. "A deal that needs my personal attention. I will be back by the weekend.""Have a safe trip." She turned a page without lifting her eyes.No questions. No concern. No emotion at all. Like I was a stranger passing through a hotel lobby. I used to think her silence was obedience. Now I was starting to think it was contempt.I packed a bag. I walked out the front door. I drove to a small hotel downtown and checked in under a name that was not mine. Then I parked my car in a garage two blocks from the mansion and waited like a spider sitting in the middle of its web.Two days passed. Nothing happened. Marcus followed his usual routine. Jia went to the hospital and came ba

JIA'S POVI drove back to the mansion with my heart still beating fast and my lips still tingling and my mind running through every possible scenario of what would happen when the truth finally came out.The hallway was dark when I walked inside. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate. Like someone had turned the silence up on purpose.I opened my bedroom door and froze.Liam was sitting on the edge of my bed. His legs were crossed. His hands were folded in his lap. He was still wearing his suit from the morning. His tie was pulled loose and his top button was undone. He looked calm. Controlled. Patient. Like a man who had been waiting for a very long time and did not mind waiting a little longer."Where have you been?" His voice was soft. Almost gentle. That was the most terrifying version of Liam. Not the one who screamed. Not the one who threw things. The quiet one. The one who smiled while he was calculating exactly how to hurt you."I went for a dr

MIA'S POVI looked at him. Really looked at him. At the man who had touched me, held me, whispered my name in the dark, told me I was beautiful, told me I was the only thing keeping him alive in this miserable house. The man who had risked everything to be with me. His marriage. His reputation. His brother's trust."You were useful, Liam." I watched his face crumble and I felt nothing. "You gave me access to this family. You gave me information. You gave me power I could not get on my own. And yes, you cared about me. I know that. But caring about me and being what I wanted are two very different things."He shot to his feet. The chair flew backward and hit the bookshelf behind him. His fists were clenched at his sides and his face was twisted with the kind of rage that comes from realizing you have been played by someone you thought was playing on your team."You used me." His voice shook. "This whole time. Every night in that hotel. Every phone call. Every time you told me Jia did n

"He asked me whether you have always been this important to me." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. "And then he told me that if he ever finds out I have been with someone else, he will take everything. My career. My sister's scholarship. My freedom. He said I would not breathe without his permission."The anger hit me like a wave of boiling water. It started in my stomach and spread up through my chest and into my jaw until my teeth were clenched so hard I could hear them grinding against each other. Liam. My own brother. Threatening the woman I loved while he was spending his nights between another man's wife's legs."I am going to deal with him." My voice came out low and controlled but there was nothing calm underneath it. "He does not get to threaten you.""Not here." She stepped closer and put her hand on my arm. "Do not react here. That is exactly what whoever sent that message wants. They want you to lose control. They want someone to see you acting like a man who is

She laughed again. Warmer this time. Then she stepped back and smoothed down her scrubs and straightened her shoulders. The surgeon was back. The armor was on. The woman who had been trembling thirty seconds ago was gone and in her place stood someone who could cut open a human chest without flinching."Go," she said. "Before I decide to keep you in this lounge all afternoon."I left. Every step down that service corridor felt like walking through wet cement. Heavy. Slow. Wrong. Because every step was carrying me further from her and closer to the war I knew was waiting for me at the mansion.In the parking garage I sat in