A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 61

YOU

Elegant but commanding.

He held it up in front of me

“This one.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“And why that one?”

“Because they expect scandal.”

He stepped closer.

“They will get authority.”

His voice lowered slightly.

“And because this color photographs like power.”

I watched him for a moment.

“You enjoy this.”

“Yes.”

He set the dress carefully against my body, assessing fit without touching improperly. 1

But when he did step closer-

His hands adjusted the fabric at my waist.

Professional.

Intentional.

Yet electric.

“Arms,” he said softly.

I obeyed.

He slid the dress over my shoulders slowly.

Not rushed.

His fingers grazing my skin just enough to be aware of it.

Just enough to remind me of what he had said minutes earlier.

You, Amber. Apparently just you.

He zipped the back with controlled precision.

His knuckles brushed my spine.

My breath hitched despite myself.

He leaned slightly closer.

“You are not walking into that building to defend yourself,” he murmured near my ear.

“You are walking in to dominate it.”

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I met his gaze in the mirror.

“And you?”

“I will stand beside you.”

He reached for a pair of heels already placed beneath the chair.

Of course he had them prepared.

He knelt – calm, unbothered – and helped fasten the delicate straps.

The gesture wasn’t submissive.

It was deliberate.

Devotional in its own restrained way.

When he rose again, he adjusted a simple diamond bracelet on my wrist.

“Now,” he said, stepping back slightly to take in the full image.

The woman in the mirror wasn’t the one who once waited on a balcony for approval.

She looked untouchable.

“Better?” I asked.

Jason’s gaze darkened slightly.

“Dangerous.”

The nocking sounded again.

Marcus.

Jason slipped on his jacket.

Adjusted his tie.

Armor back in place.

But when he extended his hand to me-

There was no armor in his eyes.

Only certainty.

“Ready?” he asked.

I took his hand.

“Yes.”

Because this time-

I wasn’t dressing for a man.

I was dressing for war.

And I had chosen the general standing beside me.

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We opened the door to find Marcus standing outside.

He looked exasperated.

Finally.

“What took you so long?” he demanded. “The media is frantic. The edited video is already circulating, and the conference is supposed to be starting shortly.”

I didn’t rush.

Didn’t apologize.

I simply smiled.

“Marcus,” I said calmly, stepping past him, “it is my conference. It will start the moment I say it does.”

He blinked once.

Then twice.

Control.

Jason chuckled softly behind me.

“Marcus,” he said lightly, adjusting his cufflinks, “are you low on cases lately? Why are you trying to take Mason’s job?”

Marcus exhaled sharply. “I am trying to prevent a media disaster.”

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