A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 14

Why me?

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I stepped into the room but remained near the door.

Jason removed his jacket, placing it carefully over the back of a chair. His movements were precise, as if control over small things kept the larger chaos at bay.

“Jason,” I said quietly.

He glanced at me.

“Yes?”

I hesitated for only a second.

“Why did you marry me?”

He didn’t respond immediately.

So I continued.

“You’re a Sun. You have power, options, alliances waiting to be signed with a ring. Surely there were women better suited.

Easier choices.”

He studied me now.

“Is that what you think?” he asked.

“I think,” I said evenly, “that men in your position rarely marry for unpredictability.”

A faint shadow of a smile touched his mouth.

“And you consider yourself unpredictable?”

“I consider myself inconvenient.”

That earned a low breath of something almost like amusement.

He walked toward me slowly, stopping a few feet away.

“You want the strategic answer,” he said. “Or the honest one?”

“Start with the strategic.”

“All right.” His tone shifted slightly. “You’re intelligent. You don’t panic under pressure. You understand power structures. You don’t chase status. And you don’t try to impress me.”

A pause.

“That makes you rare.”

“And the honest answer?” I asked quietly.

His gaze held mine.

“You looked at me,” he said, “like I wasn’t the Sun heir.”

The room went very still.

“You challenged me. You disagreed with me. You walked away from me.”

His voice lowered slightly.

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“No one walks away from itre.”

I raised an eyebrow faintly. “That’s hardly romantic.

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

Silence stretched between us.

Then his expression shifted-less calculated now.

“And when I realized you were willing to lose everything rather than bend,” he continued, “I understood something.”

“What?”

“That if I stood beside you, I wouldn’t have to question whether you were there for power.”

A small pause.

“You don’t need mine.”

That landed deeper than I expected.

“And you?” I asked. “Do you need mine?”

He held my gaze.

“Not yet,” he said honestly. “But I suspect I will.”

That answer surprised me.

“You’re very certain of that.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“You didn’t deny it.”

A faint tension coiled between us.

I exhaled slowly.

“This family is a battlefield, Jason.”

“I know.”

“And my presence will make it worse before it makes it better.”

“I know that too.”

A beat of silence.

“So I’ll ask again,” I said softly. “Why me?”

This time he didn’t hesitate.

“Because when everything burns,” he said quietly, “I’d rather stand next to someone who knows how to survive the fire.”

The words settled between us. 1

Heavy.

Honest

Outside the windows, the estate lights glowed softly in the dark.

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For the first time that day-

There was no war.

Only two people standing on the edge of something neither of them fully understood yet.

I held his gaze.

“I wouldn’t mind standing next to someone who stays when everything burns, Jason.”

His expression shifted-subtle, but real.

“But you have to understand something,” I continued. “The only relationship I’ve ever had, was with your brother.”

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“That alone makes this strange. For most people, it makes it wrong. Hard to understand.”

Jason didn’t flinch. But something in his jaw tightened.

“I’m aware,” he said calmly.

“Are you?” I asked softly, “Because I lived it. I loved him. Or at least… I believed I did.” 1

There. It was out.

The truth wasn’t dramatic. It was heavier than that.

“I didn’t walk away from him because I stopped caring,” I continued. “I walked away because I realized I would always come second. To ambition. To ego. To himself.”

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“So when people look at us,” I said, “they don’t see strategy. They don’t see partnership.”

“They see betrayal,” he finished evenly.

“Yes.”

A quiet beat passed between us.

“I didn’t marry you to hurt him,” I added. “And I didn’t marry you to prove anything.”

“Good,” Jason said.

“Good?” I echoed.

His voice lowered.

“Because I didn’t marry you to compete with him.”

That landed.

He stepped closer-not invading, just closing the space enough that the distance felt intentional.

“I am not my brother,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

“Do you?” His tone wasn’t angry. It was searching.

“You chose him once.”

“And he didn’t choose me back,” Treplied steadily.

Silence. 1

That truth hung sharp between us.

Jason exhaled slowly.

“I don’t care that you were with him,” he said finally.

“That’s impossible.”

“No,” he corrected. “What I care about… is whether you’re still there.”

The question wasn’t jealous. It was precise.

I didn’t look away.

“I’m not.”

He studied me carefully, as if weighing the architecture of my honesty.

“What we’re building,” he continued, “has nothing to do with him.”

“And everything to do with survival?” I asked lightly.

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