Todos los capítulos de Divorced And Pampered; My Brothers Rule The World: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elena“You think you can just take her?” Julian repeated with the syllables stumbling from his lips. He took a staggering step forward with the imposing corporate titan dissolving and replaced by a desperate man grasping at control. “You are my wife. These men have no right to stand between us.”“Stay where you are,” Bellamy ordered, shifting his weight to stand directly in Julian’s path.Julian tried to shove past him with his eyes wild and fixed on me. “Elena, why are you doing this? This changes nothing. You are coming home right now.”“Everything has changed,” I said. My voice held steady though my heart was pounding. “You made your choice at the gala. You made it in the storm. You made it when you used my mother as leverage. I am not going anywhere with you.”Julian flinched as if I had struck him across the face. “You belong to me. I will not let you walk away with whatever men you’ve decided to surround yourself with.”“You don’t get to decide what I do anymore,” I said, steppi

JulianSarah stood near the center island of the walk-in closet and lowered the phone from her ear. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in the quiet room.“She hung up the phone, sir,” Sarah murmured.I tightened my grip on the edge of the counter and stared at the empty space where Elena usually stood every morning. The sheer audacity of her hanging up the phone grated against my nerves, twisting my irritation into a sharp knot but I refused to let a hired maid see me lose control over my own household.“Call her back,” I ordered. “Ask her which tie to wear with the shirt.”Sarah blinked and looked up from the floor with a confused expression crossing her face. “Isn’t it the dark red tie? I have seen Madam pair it with that one several times for your board meetings.”I shot her a murderous look.Sarah instantly shrank back against the wooden panels of the wardrobe and lifted the phone with trembling hands. She tapped the screen to dial

ElenaMy phone vibrated against the bedside table and I stared at the glowing screen with growing exhaustion. It was the fourth time the device had rung in the last hour, displaying the same familiar landline number from Julian’s estate. I picked up the phone and pressed accept, raising it to my ear with a tired sigh.“Hello,” I answered.“Madam, I am so sorry to bother you again,” Sarah murmured. “But the layout in the closet is just confusing.”I rubbed my temples in frustration and walked toward the bedroom window to look down at the gardens of the estate. “Sarah, we already discussed this.”“I know, but Mr. Kane needs another suit for the afternoon session,” Sarah pleaded. “I cannot find the navy trousers that match the jacket. If you could just come back for ten minutes, it would save us both so much trouble.”“Give the phone to Julian,” I instructed her.“Uh, sir is sleeping in the next room,” Sarah replied quickly.I scoffed and rested my forehead against the glass of the windo

ElenaThe clinic lobby smelled faintly of wipes, offering a calm contrast to the energy of the shopping mall from earlier.I sat on the edge of the sofa and smoothed the fabric of my green suit while Maya flipped through a magazine in the chair next to me, projecting an aura of ease that I desperately tried to mirror.“Dr. Aris will see you now,” a receptionist announced, gesturing toward a frosted glass door.“You have got this,” Maya said, closing her magazine and giving me an encouraging nod. “I will be right here.”I walked into the office and took a seat across from a man with silver hair and wire-rimmed glasses. Dr. Aris studied a single sheet of paper on his desk before looking up.“Your academic background is solid, Elena,” Dr. Aris began, folding his hands over the desk. “But you have a three-year gap in your employment history. Psychology is a demanding field and our patients require a provider who is fully present.”“I spent the last three years managing a high-profile hous

JulianI paced across the length of the office, staring at the city skyline outside the window. The conversation with Clara and Bianca repeated in my head, feeding the frustration burning in my chest.“Liam, get in here!” I yelled toward the open door.Liam rushed into the office, clutching a digital tablet to his chest. “Yes, sir?”“I want you to pull the security footage from the shopping center downtown,” I ordered, turning away from the glass. “Clara saw Elena there an hour ago.”“What am I looking for?” Liam asked, tapping the screen of his device.“She was with a woman who bought her a very expensive suit,” I explained. “I want to know who this woman is and I want to trace the credit card she used.”“Are we looking for a friend or a sponsor?” Liam asked.“She does not have any wealthy female friends,” I scoffed, walking back to my desk. “She is using a proxy. Those men who picked her up from the hospital are funneling money through someone else to hide their tracks.”Brad walked