A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 3

Jason didn’t waste time.

He led me to a private conference room on the top floor of the building—not Oscar’s company, but the investment firm that quietly owned pieces of half the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Soundproof walls. The kind of space where decisions were made before the world ever heard about them.

He waited until the door closed.

Then he said, “I want to propose a marriage.”

I didn’t laugh.

I didn’t flinch.

I studied him.

“Is this where you pretend it’s romantic?” I asked.

His mouth curved slightly. “No. I don’t insult people’s intelligence.”

Good.

“This would be contractual,” Jason continued. “Public. Legal. Mutually beneficial.”

I folded my arms. “Start with why.”

He nodded once. “My company is growing. Fast. We acquire distressed corporations, restructure them, and sell or rebuild them stronger. That kind of growth attracts attention—investors, regulators, media. A clean, stable, family-oriented image reassures all of them.”

I said nothing.

“I need a wife,” he went on calmly, “who understands power. Someone who can read a room, anticipate moves, and get what she wants without announcing it.”

His gaze sharpened. “I need someone like you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Jason replied. “You built a real estate empire in silence. You funded properties with your own money when everyone else panicked. You walked out of a seven-year engagement without begging for an explanation, you were brilliant in college as well, I doubt that has changed.”

He paused. “And you smiled when HR told you you were fired.”

I exhaled through my nose. “So you were watching, this means that i was always going to be fired today, this is about optics.”

“Partly, my father loves you, it's because of you that Oscar made a name for himself, he was against You being fired, he cares about you and when he found out the most important assets were legally your and not the companys, he cursed my brother and called me” he said without apology. “But it also helps that you are Amber Asher.”

There it was.

The Asher family.

One of the Five Power Houses that quietly ran the city—real estate, finance, politics, infrastructure, influence. My parents had raised me away from the spotlight and even after their deaths, the name still carried weight and money.

“You’re the sole heir,” Jason continued. “Every asset, every trust, every legacy property. The Ash name opens doors money alone can’t.”

I leaned back in my chair. “And you’re not exactly lacking in lineage.”

“No,” he agreed. “I’m Jason Sun.”

Another of the Five Houses.

“The Sun legacy came through my mother,” he said, voice steady but colder now. “She was the heir. When she died, I was five and now i'm being considered for head of the family.”

I stayed silent.

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