A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 219

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The inside of the castle met every single fantasy I had ever built in my head as a little girl.

No-

It surpassed them.

The moment the massive wooden doors opened, I forgot about the gunshots from earlier.

Forgot about the Vincents.

Forgot about the investigations and the endless tension that had followed us for months.

For one impossible moment, I simply stood there staring like a child seeing magic for the first time.

The entrance hall alone was breathtaking.

Tall vaulted ceilings stretched overhead, faded paintings decorating the stone arches despite centuries of wear. Massive chandeliers hung above us, dark with age but still beautiful in a haunting way. Wide staircases curved toward the upper floors while sunlight filtered through colored glass windows, scattering fractured shades of gold and violet across the old stone floors.

I actually felt giddy.

Genuinely giddy.

Of course, the place needed work.

A lot of work.

Cracks spread through sections of the stone flooring. Several doors were chipped or warped with age. Parts of the walls carried water damage, and the plumbing system looked ancient enough to qualify as an archaeological discovery.

One corridor even leaned slightly to one side.

But somehow that only made me love it more.

Because beneath all the damage, I could see what the castle could become again.

I could picture warm lights in the hallways.

Music in the ballroom.

Children running through the gardens outside.

I could see life returning to it.

My fingers brushed lightly over one of the old stone walls as we walked deeper inside.

The castle almost felt… alive.

Like it remembered something.

My grandfather suddenly laughed behind me.

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Not one of his polite business chuckles.

Areal laugh.

Warm and rich enough to make half the people accompanying us freeze in shock.

“Oh darling,” he said between amused breaths, “if I had known a castle would make you this happy, would have. bought you one ages ago.”

I turned toward him, still smiling helplessly. 1

“You are enabling me.”

“Absolutely.”

Then, to my complete surprise, my grandfather turned toward the mayor.

“Henry,” he said calmly, “I will handle the payment personally.”

The mayor blinked quickly.

“Chairman Asher, that really is not necessary-”

“It is,” my grandfather interrupted smoothly. “Everything will be placed under their names, of course.”

Their names.

Mine and Jason’s. 1

I stared at him in shock.

“Grandfather-”

He waved one hand dismissively before looking directly at me.

“Consider this a late wedding present.”

Silence filled the massive hall for half a second.

Then I laughed softly despite myself.

Because honestly?

Only my grandfather would casually gift us an entire medieval castle like it was a bouquet of flowers.

When I turned toward Jason again, I noticed he had gone unusually quiet.

His gaze moved slowly across the old walls before returning to me.

Softly.

Carefully.

Like he was seeing something important.

“This,” he said quietly, “is why you got into real estate, isn’t it?”

I blinked slightly.

Jason stepped closer beside me, his voice lowering enough that only I could hear it properly.

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“The stories a place carries.”

pause.

“Not just the revenue involved.”

The words hit me far harder than they should have.

Because most people misunderstood me completely..

They assumed I liked beautiful buildings.

Luxury projects.

Easy money.

But Jason…

Jason saw me.

More importantly-

He took the time to know me.

He understood that I loved places because they survived people.

Because buildings remembered things long after humans disappeared.

Because homes carried grief, love, history, joy and pain inside their walls.

And somehow…

Jason understood that without me ever fully explaining it.

I smiled softly at him before turning back toward the governor.

“If we take this project,” I said carefully, “I need to know something.”

The governor straightened slightly.

“Why can’t we work with the Vincents?”

Silence settled heavily around us.

“Have they done something?” I asked quietly.

The governor sighed deeply.

For the first time since we met him, he suddenly looked older.

Tired.

“The Vincents,” he began slowly, “were once our royal family.”

I frowned immediately.

“What?”

“Hundreds of years ago,” the governor clarified. “Before the republic existed. Before modern Sum.”

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The mayor crossed his arms quietly while the governor continued.

They ruled this fand for generations.”

A’pause.

“Until they were exiled.”

Jason’s expression sharpened instantly beside me.

“Exiled?”

The governor nodded once.

“It is still written into our laws that members of the Vincent bloodline may not reclaim land or political power

here.” 1

A cold feeling settled in my stomach immediately.

“Why?”

The governor’s jaw tightened.

“Because the things they did were so vile,” he said quietly, “the country believed the land itself would never forget.” 1

Silence fell around us again.

Even the workers accompanying the tour looked uncomfortable now.

I looked back toward the castle slowly.

Then realization hit me.

“Wait a minute,”

I turned sharply toward the governor and mayor.

“Is this their castle?”

Henry, the mayor, smiled sheepishly.

“No,” he admitted. “This is not the Vincent family castle.”