A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 88

Hands grabbed my arms again and pulled me out.

Adrian was dragged beside me, still muttering under his breath.

We walked a few steps.

Then the bags were ripped from our heads.

The sudden light made me blink.

We were inside a large office.

Not unfamiliar.

Not random either.

Elegant.

Old money.

Heavy wooden furniture.

Political portraits lining the walls.

Then I saw him.

And my stomach dropped.

“Hello, Amber.”

The man standing behind the desk looked older than the last time I had seen him, but the sharp eyes were exactly the same.

My grand uncle.

My grandmother’s brother.

The man my grandfather avoided mentioning whenever possible.

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Old man.

“Uncle Henry,” I said slowly.

Adrian looked between us, confused.

“You know this old man?”

Henry Watson smiled.

“That’s Mayor Watson to most people.”

Of course.

The Watsons.

My grandmother’s family.

The ruling political dynasty of the neighboring city.

One of the most powerful families in the region.

And the family my grandfather had distanced himself from decades ago.

Henry leaned back in his chair.

“I apologize for the dramatic entrance,” he said calmly. “But sometimes diplomacy requires… persuasion.”

Adrian scoffed.

“You kidnapped us!”

Henry ignored him completely.

His eyes remained on me.

“You see, Amber,” he continued, “your grandfather has been making decisions lately that concern us.”

I crossed my arms.

“And those would be?”

Henry’s smile thinned slightly.

“For decades the Ashers and the Watsons stood together.”

His fingers tapped the desk lightly.

“My sister understood that.”

My grandmother.

“The Watson family has no problem supporting the Sun family,” he continued calmly.

“In fact, we consider them respectable allies.”

Adrian blinked, confused by the direction of the conversation.

Henry’s gaze sharpened.

“But what we do have a problem with…”

He leaned forward.

“…is the Asher family refusing to support us.”

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Ituted my head slightly.

“So you kidnapped me.”

Henry shook his head calmly.

“No.”

“I invited you.”

I laughed softly.

“With guns?”

“People respond faster to urgency.”

Adrian slammed his hands on the chair arms.

“Enough games! What do you want?!”

Henry finally glanced at him.

“You are here as leverage.”

Then he looked back at me.

“But you, Amber…”

He steepled his fingers.

“…are here for something much more important.”

I already knew.

I just wanted him to say it.

“You are the future head of the Asher family.”

“And the Watson family intends to make sure the Ashers remember where their true alliances belong.”

My voice was cold.

“Meaning?”

Henry leaned forward slightly.

“You will marry my son.” 1

For a moment the room was silent.

Then I laughed.

Not politely.

Not nervously.

Just genuine disbelief.

Because the situation was so absurd it almost felt like a joke.

My cousin Shane Watson.

Henry’s beloved heir.

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The same Shane who had come out publicly three years ago.

The same Shane who had dragged his boyfriend to half the family events just to irritate his father.

The same Shane who once told me very dramatically over champagne – that if anyone ever forced him to marry a woman he would fake his own death.

And then there was the second problem.

I lifted my left hand slightly.

The wedding ring caught the light.

I was already married.

Henry seemed to mistake my laughter for panic.

“You find this amusing?” he asked.