A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 26

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Jason informed his grandparents that we would be staying at the Asher estate for the time being

They were visibly surprised.

Mrs. Sun raised an elegant brow. Mr. Sun simply observed, calculating as always.

But neither objected. a

After a brief pause, they both agreed.

“Well,” Mrs. Sun said lightly, glancing between my grandfather and her husband, “if the men in this family had used their heads properly, they would have paired you two years ago.”

Grandfather huffed.

Mr. Sun pretended not to hear.

Then Mrs. Sun’s sharp gaze settled on me.

“Why,” she asked smoothly, “did you never reveal you were the Asher heir?”

The question wasn’t accusatory.

It was strategic.

I answered just as calmly.

“If I can’t survive a situation without using my family name,” I said, “then I’m not worthy of carrying it.”

Silence followed.

Not disagreement.

Assessment.

Mrs. Sun’s lips curved faintly.

“Fair,” she said. 1

A week passed.

And something unexpected happened.

Life… settled.

Jason and I fell into a routine with the children — breakfasts together, school drop-offs coordinated between estates, evenings that felt strangely domestic despite the political undercurrents surrounding us.

Jason worked from the Asher study more often than not. I began preparing for the legal proceedings to reclaim my properties.

The shareholders’ meeting was postponed.

Then postponed again.

And again.

Each time citing “logistical adjustments.”

But I knew better.

Oscar didn’t know what to present without me.

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For years, I had organized the financial structures, prepared the projections, aligned the departments. I had built the narratives he repeated in boardrooms,

Without me, there was no script.

And he had never learned how to write his own.

The bubble burst on a Tuesday morning.

The headline hit like a detonation.

White Company Standing on Stolen Property.

I read the article once.

Then again.

It detailed, with brutal precision, how much the company would owe me in compensation for the unauthorized use of my properties over the past several years. It broke down projected profits. Operational expansions. Development leverage.

All built on land still legally registered under my name.

They had operated without proper sign-off.

Without final transfer.

Without ownership.

And then came the real blow.

A formal government statement was attached.

It notified White Company that their development contracts were being terminated immediately due to failure to provide a structured construction plan for the newly acquired lands- lands still under my legal ownership. 2

The statement concluded by confirming that officials would be contacting me directly to determine whether I wished to proceed with the project independently.

It was clean.

Precise.

Devastating.

Within minutes, my phone began vibrating relentlessly.

The board of investors.

Mr. White.

Oscar.

Even Amelie.

Call after call after call.

I watched the screen light up.

And let every single one of them go to voicemail.

For years, I had answered immediately.

Clarified.

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Fixed

Structured.

This time, they could wait.

The next call didn’t come to me.

It came to Jason.

I knew something was wrong the moment his expression changed.

“The school,” he said quietly, already standing.

My stomach dropped.

“They said Oscar attempted to sign the children out.”

For a second, everything went cold.

“He doesn’t have authorization,” Jason added, already reaching for his keys. “They refused. They called me immediately.”

It was the last day of school before summer.

They should have been thinking about vacations.

Not custody breaches.

We drove in silence.

Controlled.

Focused.

By the time we arrived, the children were waiting in the administrative office – unaware of the undercurrent.

Alice ran to us first.

“Are we leaving early?” she asked brightly.

“Yes,” I said smoothly, kneeling to her level. “We are.”

Alex watched us more carefully.

He didn’t ask questions.

He didn’t need to.

We signed them out properly.

Legally.

And took them home.

Marcus was waiting when we arrived at the Asher estate.

He stood near the entrance, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, phone in hand.

He didn’t look surprised to see us.

He looked ready.

“We need to go,” he said without preamble.

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“To the company. Now.”

ason’s posture shifted instantly.

‘For what?” I asked calmly.

Marcus looked at me directly.

‘To reclaim what’s yours.”

His voice was steady.

“The board is panicking. The government notice hit harder than expected. If you walk in today with documentation – you lon’t just demand compensation.”

He paused.

‘You take control.”

The weight of the moment settled in my chest.

Oscar had tried to reach for the children.

Now we would reach for the company.

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We didn’t warn them.

We simply arrived.

ason walked at my side. The children stayed close, Marcus just behind us – calm, immovable, inevitable 2

The moment we entered the company lobby, the air shifted.

Whispers followed us.