A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 149

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Emilian POV

Emilian stood in the center of a dark room, perfectly still, his hands relaxed at his sides. Only the tension in his jaw betrayed the storm building beneath the surface.

His family had interfered.

Again.

The Becker family had always followed the same tradition. The youngest son of the head of the family inherited the darker side of their empire-the part built in shadows, where power was maintained through control, information, and silence.

It was not something given freely. It had to be earned.

To inherit, one had to separate from the family name, build an identity, and prove superiority.

That was why he became Emilian Sanders.

Not to hide.

To qualify.

To take what was his.

Part of that process required a match. A bride. Someone chosen not for affection, but for comparison. Someone to surpass publicly, to demonstrate absolute dominance.

His father had chosen Amber Asher.

At first, she had been nothing more than a benchmark, a variable in a system he intended to master.

But over time, that changed.

Not into something emotional.

Into something certain.

Amber became his.

Not through love.

Through inevitability.

He had watched her for years. Studied her decisions, her movements, her growth. Every success she achieved, he analyzed. Every failure, he recorded. Every pattern, he learned.

He adapted to her.

Improved because of her.

Refined himself against her.

Until the moment would come when he could surpass her completely.

That was the design.

That was the purpose.

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And his family had disrupted it.

relessly.

They had acted without precision. Without understanding. Kidnapping, noise, exposure-variables that should never have been introduced.

They had placed her in danger.

His fingers curled slightly.

That was unacceptable.

Amber was not theirs to touch.

She was part of the system.

And systems were meant to be perfected, not broken.

He turned toward the monitors, pulling up every feed, every access point, every known location.

Nothing.

For the first time in years, he could not find her.

Even if it had only been for a day, it was enough.

A disruption.

“I know your patterns,” he murmured, his voice calm but cold.

He brought up her properties, one by one. Buildings, investments, holdings-every space she controlled.

She was not in any of them.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“She went somewhere I can’t see.”

A pause.

Then-

“Jason.”

The name settled like a variable he had underestimated.

Jason Sun.

The anomaly.

The interference.

He began pulling Jason’s known assets, cross-referencing locations, narrowing possibilities.

“She would go where I don’t have access.”

His expression darkened slightly.

“Where he does.”

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That meant something had shifted.

Someone else was watching.

His hand stilled.

Then he turned.

At the far end of the room, three figures sat restrained.

His father.

His older brother.

And his nephew.

All silent.

All contained.

His father lifted his head slightly. “Emilian…”

There was warning in his tone.

It didn’t matter.

“You interfered,” Emilian said calmly.

No anger.

No raised voice.

Which made it worse.

“You disrupted the process.”

His brother Marco shifted in his restraints. “You’ve gone too far.”

Emilian tilted his head slightly.

“Too far?” he repeated.

A brief pause.

“You acted without precision.”

His gaze moved between them, assessing, calculating.

“You introduced variables you didn’t understand.”

His nephew scoffed. “You’re insane.”

Emilian didn’t react.

Instead, he stepped closer.

“You put her at risk.”

His voice lowered slightly.

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“And that is not something I tolerate.”

Sdence fell over the room.

Heavy.

Final.

He turned to his father.

“Cooper Becker,” Emilian continued, his voice precise, deliberate, “you were the one who selected Amber for me.”

Silence.

“You knew how this worked.”

No denial came.

No argument.

Because there was none.

Marco shifted in his bindings, a slow grin spreading across his face despite the situation.

A laugh escaped him.

Low.

Mocking.

“Well,” Marco said, adjusting himself as much as the restraints allowed, “he’s not wrong.”

His gaze flicked toward their father, then back to Emilian.

“Father should have never chosen Amber for you.”

Emilian didn’t react.

Marco’s smile widened.

“Is she too much for you, brother?”

A pause.

Then-

“For the first time, the youngest son has failed to surpass his bride.”

His tone turned almost amused.

“What a pity.”

Silence stretched.

Heavy.

Deliberate.

Marco leaned back slightly, as much as he could.

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“I do believe Rodney would have been a better match for her.”

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Was the wrong thing to say.

For the first time-

Emilian moved without restraint.