Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to My Ex-Fiancé’s Billionaire Brother: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I stepped away from Damien.“What is that?”Sabrina walked toward us, clutching the envelope.“I found it in Adrian’s study.”My anger returned.“You went through his things?”“He told me we were finished.”Her voice cracked.“Then he left to stop your wedding.”For half a second, I almost felt sorry for her.Almost.“What does that have to do with me?”“Everything.”She held out the envelope.Damien reached for it.Sabrina pulled it back.“I’m giving it to Elena.”“I can take my own envelope.”I took it.My name was written across the front.Not printed.Handwritten.I recognized the writing immediately.Dad.My breath stopped.“No.”Damien went still beside me.I looked at Sabrina.“Where did you get this?”“I told you. Adrian’s study.”“How did Adrian get something written by my father?”“I don’t know.”My fingers trembled as I opened it.Inside was a single folded sheet.I unfolded it.Elena,My eyes blurred.I hadn’t seen my father’s handwriting in years.Damien touched my arm.“

I stared at the photograph.Richard Blackwood.Standing beside my father’s car.Less than an hour before Dad died.“Did you know?”Damien’s expression hardened.“No.”“Your father was there.”“I can see that.”“You said Dad was supposed to meet you.”“He was.”“Then why was he with Richard?”“I don’t know.”I looked at the unknown number.“Who sent this?”“No idea.”I typed quickly.WHO ARE YOU?The message showed as delivered.No response.Damien reached for his phone.“I’m calling Cole.”“No.”His eyes lifted.“I want to talk to my mother first.”“Elena, someone has photographs from the night your father died.”“And my mother lied about where he was.”That silenced him.I swallowed.“I need to know why.”Damien nodded.“All right.”Mom was waiting when I entered the house.Adrian wasn’t there.Good.Her eyes immediately dropped to my ring.“You actually did it.”“Yes.”“You married him.”“I did.”Her face crumpled.For a moment, she looked less angry than disappointed.I refused to

“Mom?”Silence.“Mom, can you hear me?”The call ended.I dialed again.No answer.My stomach tightened.“Something happened.”Damien turned toward me.“What did you hear?”“A door opened. She gasped, and the call ended.”He reached for his phone.“I’ll ask Cole to check the house.”“No. We’re going back.”Damien studied me.Then he leaned forward.“Turn around. Hart residence.”The driver changed direction.I called Mom again.Nothing.“Why isn’t she answering?”Damien took my trembling hand.“We don’t know what happened yet.”“Richard just threatened us.”“I know.”His thumb brushed my knuckles.“We’ll find out.”I wanted to pull away.Instead, I held on.Fifteen minutes later, I rushed through my mother’s front door.“Mom!”Voices came from the sitting room.One belonged to my mother.The other made my blood turn cold.Richard Blackwood.Mom sat on the sofa, pale but unharmed.Richard stood beside the fireplace.His eyes moved from me to Damien.“Well. The newlyweds.”I ignored him

I woke up to someone knocking on my bedroom door.“Elena?”Damien.I sat up immediately.“Yes?”“Your mother called.”That woke me faster than coffee ever could.I hurried to the door and opened it.Damien stood outside in a charcoal suit, his phone in one hand.Of course he looked perfect.Meanwhile, I was wearing an oversized shirt with my hair falling everywhere.His eyes moved over me.Then he looked away.“Good morning.”“Is something wrong?”“Your mother says she can meet us at the bank at ten.”I glanced at the clock.Eight fifteen.“Why didn’t she call me?”“She did. Your phone was off.”I remembered switching it off after blocking Adrian.“Oh.”Damien’s mouth curved.“Sleep well?”“Eventually.”“Good.”His gaze lingered on my face.I suddenly remembered our conversation in the kitchen.I kissed you because I wanted to.Heat crept up my neck.Damien noticed.“Something wrong?”“No.”“You’re blushing.”“I’m hungry.”His smile widened.“Breakfast is downstairs.”I shut the door

The Blackwood boardroom was exactly what I expected.Expensive furniture.Floor-to-ceiling windows.And men who believed money gave them the right to control everyone else.Damien walked beside me as we approached the conference room.“Last chance to change your mind,” he murmured.I looked at him.“Are you nervous?”“About the meeting? No.”“Then what?”He leaned closer.“About what my wife might do to my father.”I smiled.“He’ll survive.”“That’s what worries me.”Before I could answer, the conference room doors opened.Richard Blackwood stood inside.His expression darkened when he saw me.“What is she doing here?”“Good morning to you too,” I replied.Richard ignored me.“Damien, this is a private board meeting.”“I’m aware.”“Then explain why you’ve brought her.”Damien’s expression remained calm.“Because your agenda includes Hart Industries.”Richard’s jaw tightened.“Your wife has no business attending.”I stepped forward.“Actually, I have quite a lot of business here.”Seve