Semua Bab Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Bab 151 - Bab 160

DENVER'S POV I can’t think straight.There's the chaos of a board meeting going on in front of me, but inside my head there’s only her. Her voice, her scent, the look in her eyes the moment she walked away. I’ve signed documents, smiled for these investors, and nodded at both motions I support and oppose but none of these things matter. Someone raised the topic of the scandal Gia almost caused, turning to me for confirmation of a proposed punishment. I simply smiled thinly, nodding my head, until the chairman of the board asked me if that meant Gia should be relieved of her position in the company. She'd never have forgiven me if she learned that I did such a thing to her. Not like I honestly care about whatever happens to her at this point, she's had it coming to her for a long time. The problem however, is the fact that I’ve been trying to reach Neriah since that night. All my calls have gone unanswered and the messages keep bouncing back. She must've blocked my number after the

LAURA'S POV The glass door rattles when he storms out of the café.Clara's still sitting across from me, her trembling hands holding firmly onto the brown envelope Liam had left behind. I watch her blink rapidly, fighting tears that hover stubbornly at the edges of her lashes.“This was a total waste of time, Laura. I shouldn’t have come,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t have even hoped he'd forgive me.”I release a slow breath, sinking into the chair he just vacated, “He just needs time, Clara. You said a lot of convincing stuff. He’s angry, yes, but I think he heard you.”Her lips twitch as though she wants to smile but it comes out as a grimace instead. Her skin looks paler now, almost translucent under the weak afternoon light slipping through the café window. “You really think he’ll ever forgive me?” she asks, her voice trembling.“I don’t know,” I admit softly. “But Liam surprises me sometimes.”She nods faintly, then

LAURA'S POV Something feels off. There’s no madness in her face, no erratic flicker in her eyes, no nervous ticks. Just composure. Clara's words flash through my mind causing me to consider the possibility of what she said. This woman truly doesn't sound like someone who's ill. She used to, but not anymore. “My sister's desperate, Laura,” she says softly. “And she’s dangerous when she’s desperate. Promise me you’ll stay away from her.” Her fingers graze my wrist, coldly, her gaze softens but there's a mischievous glint in them. “Please. Be careful who you trust.”I can't tell if she's referring to herself or her sister. One, or both of them, are pretending and I need to find out which one. I slip my hand away from hers giving her a polite smile. "I promise to be careful, thanks for your concern." With that I rise to my feet. "I'll see you again." "Hopefully," she responds, grinning. Her eyes stay on me throughout my walk to the door. I stop at the door, turning around to have on

NERIAH'S POV I wasn't expecting anything less. He sat there, eyes fixed on me while the disciplinary team stated that I was inconsistent with work, rude, and incompetent. Rude? I scoffed and folded my arms so they'd see rude. Exhaling to ease myself of the anger brewing afresh in my head, I flag down a taxi. Gia was there too but while I was given probation, she was handed a query letter. So much for justice and fairness. A cab finally rolls to a stop in front of me. My mind scuttles towards Denver again. I don't know why I was adamant about getting him out of my life, I just knew that I needed him to leave. I don't want to be played by another smooth-talking Chadwick. But then the way he pleaded... the way his eyes narrowed with hope in those moments, the way his lips twitched, the way he turned around to look at me on the porch. God, what have I done? Tears cloud my eyes at the prospect of losing Denver Chadwick, and maybe my job altogether, but I barely have time to s

DENVER'S POV So this is what karma feels like. My lips part to let out puffs of smoke into the air. This is the second pack since I left Neriah at the company. Her eyes never flickered towards me, not even once. Is that how much she detests me? Is that how much she can't stand the idea of us being together? My hands fist on the table in front of me. Gia, on the other hand, kept her eyes on me as her verdict was being read, as if to tell me that she could do whatever she wanted and get away with it. Why the hell did Neriah get probation? And why the hell did I care? Sighing wearily, I set the half cigarette into the ashtray in front of me, picking up the glass of whiskey and gulping it down instead. I've never had to plead my feelings to a woman all my life, not to talk of being used and rejected. Now I don't know why I can't get her out of my fucking mind. The picture of her pale pink nipples staring at me through that white t-shirt...the image of her lips parting in plea