A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 153

The sound wasn’t there-

But I could feel it.

The impact.

The violence.

His father barely moved anymore.

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But Emilian didn’t stop.

He kept going.

Like he didn’t see him as a person.

Like he was-

Fixing something.

Correcting something.

Then-

He laughed.

My stomach dropped.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t wild.

It was wrong.

Sharp.

Unstable.

Maniacal.

Jason’s hand tightened slightly at my waist.

“That’s not control,” he said quietly.

I shook my head slowly.

“No.”

My eyes stayed locked on the screen.

“That’s what happens when control breaks.”

Emilían stopped suddenly.

Mid-motion.

His hand froze in the air.

Then slowly-

He turned.

Toward the camera.

My breath stilled.

Because for a second-

It felt like he was looking directly at us.

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Watching.

Seeing

Knowing.

Then-

His lips curved.

A slow.

Deliberate smile.

Jason stepped slightly in front of me.

Instinct.

Protective.

But I didn’t move.

Because now-

There was no doubt.

We hadn’t just found him.

He had been waiting.

Emilian stopped.

Then slowly-

He stepped back from his father’s body.

Cooper Becker didn’t move.

Emilian adjusted his sleeve with unsettling calm, as if nothing had happened, as if the violence we had just witnessed meant nothing at all.

Then-

He looked directly at the camera.

At us.

And smiled.

“Amber, darling,” he said smoothly, his voice finally coming through the speakers.

“I was not expecting you just yet.”

My spine stiffened.

His head tilted slightly, studying the lens like he could see through it.

“How did you manage to escape that husband of yours so easily?”

Silence fell between Jason and me.

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But this time-

wasn’t heavy.

It was sharp.

Clear.

I turned slowly toward Jason.

His eyes were already on me.

And we both understood.

Emilian didn’t know.

Not fully.

He wasn’t accounting for Jason.

He was following old data.

Old patterns.

Old assumptions.

Amber works alone.

Amber handles things herself.

Amber doesn’t rely on anyone.

A slow realization settled in.

Jason had just become-

The variable.

The one thing Emilian hadn’t calculated.

The ace.

I felt Jason shift beside me.

Subtle.

Controlled.

But I knew him.

I could feel the change.

The focus sharpening.

The strategy shifting.

This wasn’t just a confrontation anymore.

This was an advantage.

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I looked back at the screen.

A Emilian.

Still watching.

Still waiting.

And for the first time-

I smiled.

Because for all his planning-

For all his control-

He had missed something.

Someone.

And that-

Was going to cost him.

Jason leaned slightly closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then let’s keep it that way.’

I nodded.

Because now-

We weren’t walking into his trap.

We were rewriting it.

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Invisible

stepped closer to the screens.

Jason’s hand brushed mine briefly, a silent question.

I squeezed back once.

I’ve got this.

I tilted my head slightly, looking straight at the camera.

At him.

“Emilian,” I said calmly.

A pause.

His smile widened on the screen.

“You came sooner than expected,” he replied, his tone almost pleased. “I thought you’d take longer to find me.”

“I don’t like being watched,” I said.

His eyes sharpened slightly.

“And yet,” he murmured, “you’ve always been so… fascinating to observe.”

I crossed my arms.

“You should have introduced yourself,” I said lightly. “Instead of hiding behind Oscar.”

A flicker.

Small.

But there.

“I was studying,” he replied.

“For years?” I asked.

“Yes.”

No shame.

No hesitation.

Jason shifted beside me, but stayed silent.

Letting me lead.

“You broke into our room,” I added.

Emilian’s lips curved.

“You left your work exposed.”

Not denial.

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Confirmation.

miled faintly.

“So you needed to interfere to keep up.”

That landed.

I saw it. 1

A tightening.

A crack in that perfect composure.

“I adapted,” he corrected.

“No,” I said softly.

“You cheated.”

Silence.

Cold.

Sharp.

Jason’s presence behind me felt heavier now.

More dangerous.

Emilian straightened slightly on the screen.

“You misunderstand the nature of this,” he said.

I tilted my head.

“Do I?”

His gaze darkened.

“You were chosen,” he said.

“By your father,” I replied.

A pause.

“Yes.”

“And you think that makes me yours?”

Another pause.

Longer this time.

Then-

“I don’t think,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

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I let out a small breath.

Almost amused.

“That’s your first mistake.”

Silence.

Jason’s hand moved to my back.

Grounding.

Steady.

“You built this whole… system around me,” I continued. “Watched me, studied me, interfered when you couldn’t keep up.”

Emilian didn’t interrupt.

“But you never actually knew me.”

That hit.

Harder.

Because this time-

He didn’t respond immediately.

Then-

His expression changed.

Subtly.

Colder.

“Then allow me to correct that,” he said.

And suddenly-

The lights flickered.

Jason’s hand tightened instantly.

Then-

Clang.

The doors behind us slammed shut.

I turned sharply.

Locked.

Sealed.

A soft hiss filled the room.

My eyes snapped downward.

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Mist.

in at first.

Then thicker.

Spreading across the floor.

Jason stepped closer immediately, pulling me slightly behind him. 1

“Gas,” he said under his breath.

I grabbed his arm.

“No panic,” I whispered. “We don’t know the effect yet.”

The mist continued to rise.

Slow.

Controlled.

Intentional.

I looked back at the screen.

Emilian was still there.

Watching.

Smiling.

“Welcome,” he said softly.

My pulse didn’t spike.

It steadied.

Because this-

This was what he wanted.

A reaction.

Fear.

I gave him neither.

“To the bride games.”

The words hung in the air.

Cold.

Final.

Jason shifted beside me, already scanning exits, angles, options.

But I didn’t look away.

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“Either you fail…”

The mist reached our knees.

“…and die…”

Jason’s grip on me tightened.

“…or you win…”

Emilian leaned slightly closer to the camera.

“And become my wife.”

Silence.

Heavy.