A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 25

Someone like you

Grandfather told me to take a moment.

Only then did I notice my hands were trembling slightly.

He turned to Jason with composed ease and announced he would show the children the pool house – and the go-kart racing track. Alice gasped in delight. Alex tried to remain composed, but I saw the spark in his eyes.

Within seconds, they were gone.

The door closed softly behind them.

Silence settled.

I moved to sit beside Jason.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

I looked at him carefully.

“Why did you keep the fact that I’m from the main Asher line from Oscar? And from Mr. White?” 1

He didn’t answer immediately.

He drew in a slow breath and held my gaze steadily.

“Because they didn’t deserve to know.” 1

There was no hesitation in his voice.

“Even then,” he continued, “you were working yourself to the bone. I would pass your office on my way to mine, and you’d still be there on calls, in meetings, drafting reports.”

His jaw tightened slightly.

“And Oscar?” he added. “He would be spinning in his chair half the afternoon. My father would pat him on the back and say he did well securing you into the family.”

The words felt heavier than they should have.

“Securing me?” I repeated softly.

Jason’s expression hardened.

“He used to tell me I should find someone like you,” he said. “He thought you were… useful.”

A quiet pause.

“I think they both took you for granted,” he finished. “They never looked deeper. Never asked who you really were. They only saw what you could do for them.”

His hand shifted, resting lightly over mine.

“I saw you,” he said.

Not dramatic.

Not loud

Just certain.

And for the first time that evening, my hands stopped shaking.

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I grabbed his hand.

Not gently.

Firmly.

I needed something solid before I said what came next.

“I think… I knew I was useful,” I admitted slowly. “For me, that’s how I express love.”

I let out a quiet breath.

“Or maybe… in hindsight… that’s how I thought I had to be in order to be worthy of love.”

The words felt fragile.

“I know that’s not true,” I continued. “I understand it logically. But there’s a difference between knowing something… and feeling it.”

Jason didn’t interrupt.

He just held my hand tighter.

“I think I was only with Oscar out of habit,” I said softly. “Not love. It was comfortable. Familiar. Expected.”

I swallowed.

“When Amelie was forced on me as my assistant, I knew it was over. I just thought I had more time to untangle everything before it exploded.”

A faint, bitter smile crossed my lips.

“I was wrong.”

Silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was honest.

“But Jason…” I lifted my eyes to his. “I see you too.”

His expression shifted – not surprised, but attentive.

“That’s why marrying you was an easy decision,” I said quietly. “You give freely what I’ve always craved. I saw it at every family event. The way you stood back. The way you watched. The way you protected without announcing it.”

I hesitated.

“I actually felt guilty,” I admitted. “For noticing you more than I noticed Oscar. Even then.”

The confession settled between us.

Not scandalous.

Not reckless.

Just true.

Jason turned fully toward me.

Not halfway

Not casually

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Fully

“You have to know something,” he said quietly. “I actually like you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, but his eyes were serious.

“You’ve always impressed me. Now more than ever.”

Something warm moved through my chest, steady and unexpected.

“I can only imagine my father’s face when he heard we were married,” he continued, a faint trace of dry humor in his voice. “He always told me I should find someone like you.”

He paused, studying me carefully.

“I suppose I took his advice a little too literally.”

I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me..

But there was something else beneath his tone.

Not just amusement.

Choice.

He hadn’t married me to spite his father.

He had chosen me.

And that was very different.

He stood and offered me his hand.

Not casually.

Intentionally.

I looked at it for a fraction of a second before placing mine in his.

The choice felt heavier than our marriage certificate. 1

That had been strategic.

This felt… personal.

As we walked toward the stairs, our fingers intertwined, I realized something quietly profound.

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