Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

DENVER'S POV I've been in the air for forty minutes and not for once had Liam taken my calls or responded to my messages. Something's freaking wrong. My feet tap incessantly as the jet lowers itself from the sky, touching the runway delicately until it finally rolls to a stop. "We're here sir," Ethan says. I nod, glancing once more at my phone to see if Liam's responded. He hasn't. "I need intel on the burial," I growl at Ethan as soon as we alight. My phone chimes, I turn it on eagerly to see the notification but it's just Gia. She made a fuss about coming with Ethan and I but I wasn't having any of it. I may be able to tolerate her around me now, but it doesn't mean we're now jolly good fellows. I'm still upset at the stunts she's been pulling recently, especially at the company. "The burial just rounded up at St. Francis cemetery. It held for only thirty minutes and after that Mr Liam was seen at the grave, but a couple of people who seem like business associates approached h

NERIAH'S POV "Neriah?" My lids part gently to the sound of this familiar voice repeating my name over the past few minutes. "Lucy?" I can hear the name in my head but my lips feel too heavy to pronounce them. There's sudden movement around me, warm palms pressing down on my forehead as if she's trying to decipher how many degrees my temperature is. "Neriah. Oh my goodness, you're awake!" My eyes finally snap open. The smell of disinfectant hits me first and instantly, I can tell I'm in the hospital and Lucy's there by my side, eyes wide with excitement. "Gosh girl, you scared me." "What happened?" I ask weakly. She nestles down on the bed beside me, fingers stroking my hair, "I received a call five minutes after you dropped the call that you were found lying outside a mansion and all effort to revive you proved abortive. Since I was the last person you contacted, the good man dialed my number and asked m

LAURA'S POV The chaos outside can only be Denver Chadwick. Holding the ledger close to my chest, I crane my neck to see if the building is completely clear before making my way out of the room where I've been squatting under the table. These bastards brought me, Liam and our baby here but kept us in separate rooms, throwing punches on Liam until he spilled the password to the safe. He wasn't going to budge until they told him that they'd take turns with me right before his eyes. That's when he called it out. Our son's birthday. 21.02So that was the password to the safe all along? The moment the safe clicked open, I heard chaos. I can still hear some voices talking indistinctly now, but no one's paying so much attention to the building anymore. They're all just desperate to lay their hands on Denver. Kicking my shoes off my feet, I trod gently on the sandy floor making my way through any hallway I see until I find myself at

DENVER'S POV His eyes never leave me. Not even when I glance at him. Khalid successfully lost those fuckers about five kilometers away, now I think we're driving through another city entirely. "You think you can find your way back to Atlanta?" Khalid catches my eye through the rearview mirror, chuckling. "Boss, this is Atlanta. It's just the untended part. I was born here you know.." there's this wistful expression on his face, "I was born and raised here. My mom, she used to own farms along these axis...""I'm assuming she's dead," I ask, still looking into his eyes from the mirror. He steals a glance at me, a sad smile on his face. "Yes. She's dead." He doesn't say anything else after that, and neither do I. I know that look too well and I hate that it reminds me of my own mom and everything I had to go through when her hair began to fall off, and her sense of taste completely vanished. When I turn to hun again,

DENVER'S POV "Liam." She repeats the name over and over until I begin to wonder if it was a bad idea bringing him here. She widened the door for us to walk in immediately I identified him. We'd just settled into one of her cozy, brown chairs with the handknitted couch throws when she called his name softly. "Hi Martha," he responded. But she called his name again while setting the table for dinner, and again while scooping the food out into her plate, and again when she came to call us to the table for dinner. Until we all became uncomfortable. "I never thought I'd see you again." She finally says, scooping some of the chicken noodles into her mouth. "Me?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood. "You see me every other day, don't you?" She raises her head to look at me, that kind smile on her face. "You know I'm talking to Liam, Denver.""You are?" I clutch my chest dramatically, "I feel so hurt right now.""Oh please," she waved me off with her crackled laughter then almost immediat