Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

NERIAH'S POV  It’s been hours since Denver dismissed Gia but I can't get those words out of my head. "This thing as you call her, is my woman so you better address her with respect...."My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I gulp down another glass of red wine. Those words have replayed in my head all afternoon. What the hell was he thinking making such statement in front of everyone?Ethan clears his throat behind me. He's made a habit of doing that to attract attention. "Miss Neriah, Mr Denver wants to see you in the garden."Great, just great. What the hell does he want?I nod, smiling thinly at Ethan as I pour the last of the wine down my throat. I've made a habit of having red wine since it's just intoxicating enough to lighten my mood but not strong to make me drunk. I can hear soft music drifting through the open glass doors, piano keys and violins threading warmly through the air. Does Denver play musical instruments n

LAURA'S POV Liam’s thumb rubs against the side of his phone, the dead screen reflecting a thin, gray streak of light from the window. His leg starts to tap incessantly, a tic I’ve only noticed him do when he’s nervous. “Liam,” I whisper, “what do we do now?”He exhales sharply, “We wait. I'll charge the phone now, maybe she’ll call back.”Before I can respond, Martha’s voice floats from the hallway, startling us both. “Everything all right in here?”Liam straightens instantly, forcing a calm smile. “Yeah, Martha. Just a small power issue. We’re fine.”She studies us for a beat, suspicion flickering across her wrinkled face. Then she nods. “I’ll set up a room upstairs. You both look like you haven’t slept in days.”As her footsteps fade down the corridor, Liam sinks into the couch, elbows on his knees. The moment the air settles again, I crouch beside him and lower my voice.“Baby I have to tell you something.”

LAURA'S POV We hear the shuffle of boots in the gravel, stripping the air of the false calm the evening breeze brought. Liam's hand tightens on mine and for a second I think I might levitate out of fear. What if things don't go as we've planned? Lurking in the shrubs around us are ten of the best, highly trained policemen in Atlanta, standing on guard to apprehend that old hag. But what if she comes prepared? “Liam,” I whisper lifting my head to him for reassurance. He nods, squeezing my hand. “Remember what the cops said. Keep calm.”The address Rebecca texted is a derelict townhouse on the edge of town. When we arrived here the house was dusty and wired with cobwebs so that we almost couldn't breathe so we decided to stand on the dark porch waiting for her. She'd said she would come in thirty minutes after us for reasons best known to her.  Liam's fingers worry the seam of his jacket, causing my heart to this even harder.

NERIAH'S POVThe silver rays of moonlight cast its glow on me while I sit on the floor of Denver’s study, surrounded by files, old receipts, and several other documents. My laptop glows in the dim light, documents scattered in every space on the ground. Denver’s long asleep upstairs, but I can’t stop this and join him , not when the pieces seem like they are finally clicking.I merely wanted to organize my documents in Denver's safe when I saw one labelled 'Estate Transition 2016'. I remember shoving it into an envelope after my father’s funeral, too numb with grief to read the legal jargon but curiosity made me open it tonight. The first page made me stop in my tracks. I saw the words, "Trustee Replacement Authorization" and immediately knew something was wrong. My father secured the inheritance for my sister and I by putting it in a trust, how come a new trustee was appointed three weeks after his death and the very signature that authorized that bears my name?I know deep within

DENVER'S POV Every time she gets into one of the cars for her antenatal appointment, I remember that I'm going to be a father. At first I wanted to accompany her myself but she said her friend Lucy works at the hospital so she doesn't mind taking the opportunity to hang out with her. That doesn't do anything to ease the tightness in my chest, not from anger or jealousy, but from anxiety. Nothing must happen to her. And this is the reason I can never forgive Liam. My fists curl with the thought. How could he have taken advantage of such a beautiful and resourceful woman to the extent of trying to murder her?And to think that he'd been siphoning the inheritance her father left for her. How shameless could be be? He's hoarded the properties our father left behind and now, this? I swear by my late mother that I'd get back every dime for Neriah and I. No matter the cost. I already ordered Ethan to make the investigation look lik