A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 7

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t shake.

I didn’t look back, or mourned the life and the years i will never get back, lost forever.

I just went home, time to pack and say goodbye to my old life.

The penthouse doors opened with biometric recognition the moment I stepped inside. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Marble under my heels. The skyline bending beneath me like something I owned.

Because I did.

Oscar liked to call it our penthouse.

He liked to imply he bought it.

He liked the way people assumed it was his.

I walked straight to the security panel by the entrance.

Access Control.

I entered my master code.

Changed the entry sequence.

Updated facial recognition.

Removed one name.

Oscar White — Access Revoked.

Then I opened the residents and visitor log.

Deleted his name entirely.

No hesitation.

No ceremony.

5 minutes later the intercom chimed.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Miss Asher,” security said carefully, “There is a lady requesting acces under Mr. White, per your most recent instructions access was not granted, Mr. White called to aprove her access, we told him he did not have authorization for that, what should we do?.”

“ Thank you Levi, i am sorry for the inconvenience, i will leave his belongings at the front desk,” I replied calmly. “ On Black trash bags, be sure to deliever them to Mr. White only.”

There was a pause.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I hung up and turned to the house staff.

“All of Mr. White’s personal items are to be packed immediately,” I instructed. “Clothes, shoes, documents, watches. Everything. Nothing stays.”

The head maid Silvana nodded. She had always known who signed her paycheck.

“And Silvana, from this moment forward,” I added, “no one enters this residence without my written authorization, not for forgotten ítems, or to say hello.”

“Yes, Miss Asher.”

I didn’t rush.

I walked to the bedroom that used to be ours.

Opened the closet.

Looked at the half that was never mine to begin with.

Seven years.

Reduced to black bags, my mind screaming at me when i realized this was just a magazine house, it lacked the personal touches, just like our relationship .

When I reached the lobby twenty minutes later, I could hear the screaming before the elevator doors opened.

“Do you know who I am?!” Amelie shrieked at the security desk. “I am Mrs. Oscar White, wife of Mr. White, when he hears about this you will be fired, i will make sure of that, let me go, let me pass!”

The guards didn’t move.

“Ma’am, you are not on the approved entry list.”

She turned just as I stepped out of the elevator.

Her eyes locked onto me.

Recognition.

The lobby doors opened for me like I was stepping onto a stage.

Outside, waiting beneath the covered drive, was my car.

Custom build.

Designed by me.

Modified suspension. Reinforced frame. Interior engineered for performance and comfort. Matte obsidian exterior with subtle emerald trim. My signature touch.

I slid into the driver’s seat.

The engine purred to life like it recognized me.

I entered the destination into the GPS.

Sun Family Estate.

Private road access authorized.

As I pulled away from the curb, I caught one last glimpse of Amelie through the glass doors, still shouting at security.

I didn’t feel anger.

I felt alignment

Oscar took me for granted, and got married to someone else before we Even ended the relationship..

Amelie had married for position.

I had walked away with everything that mattered.

The city lights blurred behind me as I drove toward the Sun family lands—acres of private territory, guarded gates, old money woven into the soil.

Jason wasn’t just powerful.

He was rooted.

And for the first time in seven years, I wasn’t driving toward someone else’s life.

I was driving toward my own.