Semua Bab Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Caroline “So what now?” I raise my brow, ignoring the loud pounding of my heart. “Are you going to beat me? Hit my head on a nearby wall?” Grey freezes, staring at me in disbelief. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes me. “You know, for a split second, I might actually think you truly care about me. But I know better. You only care about yourself and your image.” Sweat beads on his forehead. “What the fuck are you talking about? You were busy going on a date with my PA and you’re so proud of it. Are you this shameless now, Carrie? Are you this attention-starved that you will stoop so low?” My head aches. My voice drops to a low, menacing tone. “You are the shameless one, Grey. You’ve been caught on camera several times with my twin. You were so okay with it. So why are you getting worked up about this? You can cheat, and I’m supposed to watch you ruin my life.” “Are you fucking him?” he questions, throwing me off balance. What the hell does he take me for? A cheater like h

Grey I pace my office with my knuckles clenched before loosening my tie a little. The scent of leather and deep cologne lingers in the air. My eyes fall on my empty leather chair. Tension hangs thick in the air, almost suffocating. Today, I'm finally making a decision, and I know which one it will be, yet. The door swings open, and Thompson enters, bowing slightly. “The board is waiting for you in the boardroom, sir.” I nod. “Okay, let’s go.” I exit, Thompson follows swiftly, carrying a folding chair. The sharp echoes of our footsteps bounce against the marble hallway. I enter the boardroom. Everyone is present, just as he said. They all stand upon seeing me. I sit at the head of the table, ignoring the glances they throw my way, and motion for them all to sit. They all sit, and arguments erupt immediately. “This image of this company is getting ruined because of your wife, Mr. Grand. You can't continue to let your personal life interfere with your work,” one

Caroline My lips tremble, and I bite them hard. “Well, congratulations. I need to go now.” Their laughter dies instantly, and an awkward silence stretches across the room. “Are you sure you don't want to celebrate with us? Today is a big day for your sister; the least you can do is rejoice with her,” my mother says. My brow pulls slightly, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to snap at her. “Really?” “Yes, the more the merrier,” then she turns to Callie. “Isn't that right, Callie?” She flashes a smile. “Right, Mom. Why don't you join us, sister?” I heave a sigh. “I'm sorry, but I won't be doing that. My rider will soon be here, and I can't keep him waiting. You all can keep enjoying yourselves.” They shrug carelessly. “Okay then.” “Yeah.” Without waiting for their replies, I drag the briefcase across the tiles. The weight strains my arms, and I wince softly. No one offers to help; they continue their celebration and completely forget about me. Tears sting my eyes.

CarolineA dark, humorless laugh escapes me. First it was mom, then Callie, and now even my youngest sister wants to torment me? They must all think I'm some kind of pushover. Well, they have another thing coming.“ how dare you talk to me like that? I'm six years older than you.”“ Age has nothing to do with this. You are taking what’s mine from me, and I won't allow you to do that. You should find another room to stay in.”“ Tatiana, you need to calm down. Come and stay in my room.”“ Nope,” she says firmly.“ I'm not leaving this room for you. It’s either we share or you find somewhere else to stay.”“ I can't stay in the same room with you and keep stepping on your wheelchair here and there. Go to a place where you can do everything alone without disturbing anyone’s privacy. Like the last room in the house.”“ That room is a storage room, Tatiana. Are you asking me to stay in a storage room?”Giana steps forward, concern clear on her face. “You can share mine if you don't mind.”

Caroline Pregnancy. The word doesn't register at first. It hangs between us, meaningless. Then my stomach drops hard. What’s she talking about? “What are you saying?” I ask breathlessly. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, footsteps echo down the hall, and my mother appears at the door. I keep the letter hidden before she can see it. Her eyes scan the room, landing on the mess, me, and then Camille. “Clean the room for her, Carrie. Dinner is ready. Come downstairs. Camille will tidy up while you eat.” “Okay, Mom, I will join you guys soon.” She doesn't leave, so I huff and wheel myself out of the room. She helps, and I briefly wonder why. Getting to the dining area, my sisters are already sitting beside each other. The long table stretches out, and I take a seat opposite Giana, while my mom takes the head. The aroma of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and warm dinner rolls fills my nose as I inhale. After saying a prayer, everyone begins eating. An awkwa