A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 66

Ours.

Because if the marriage was built on betrayal-

Then the dynasty endorsement looked corrupt.

The partnership looked suspicious.

The acquisitions looked premeditated.

It was smart.

Infuriatingly smart.

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For the first time since the gala-

The narrative wasn’t under our control.

Marcus looked up.

“Do we respond immediately?”

I finally spoke.

“No.”

Jason’s eyes flicked toward me.

“They want emotion,” I said evenly.

“They want reaction.”

Clara hesitated.

“But public opinion is shifting.”

“I know.”

And that was the part that hurt.

Because it wasn’t just business.

It was character.

Integrity.

Trust.

Jason stepped closer.

His voice low.

“We didn’t cheat.”

“I know.”

But knowing wasn’t the problem.

Belief was.

The world believed what it saw.

And what they saw was curated.

Victoria and Mario stood together.

Young.

Polished.

Unified.

We stood-

Under suspicion. 1

Jason’s phone buzzed again.

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fus time.

Investor concern messages.

Board members.

Partners.

Doubt creeping.

Clara exhaled.

“This is coordinated.”

“Yes,” I replied calmly.

“It’s war.” 1

And for the first time since stepping into this relationship, this partnership we were without a plan, i had anticipated a response to hurt me and my company, but not my integrity and moral views-

The phoenix felt like it might actually burn.

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Cold

Jason and I entered the car in silence.

No reporters.

No cameras.

Just the hum of the engine and the weight of what had just happened.

The city lights blurred past the window as we headed toward the Asher estate.

Victoria’s video.

Mario’s statement.

The pictures.

The narrative twisting.

I was already reconstructing timelines in my head.

Timestamps.

Guest lists.

Event records.

Security footage.

There had to be a clean way to dismantle it.

But beside me-

Jason was too quiet.

Not calm.

Cold.

The air around him felt sharp.

Controlled anger.

The kind that simmers.

I turned toward him slowly.

“Jason,” I said softly.

No response.

His jaw was tight.

His hand flexed once over his knee.

I reached up and placed my hand against his cheek, forcing him to look at me.

“We have to think about the kids,” I murmured. “This will reach their school. Their friends. Do you have something planned? Because I was thinking-”

He removed my hand.

Con

Not violently.

But firmly.

“Not now, Amber,” he said quietly,

“I’m thinking.”

The words were controlled.

But the distance in them-

Wasn’t.

It hit deeper than it should have.

For a second, I felt something familiar..

That old feeling.

Standing beside someone powerful.

But not being allowed inside their strategy.

Hurt flared instinctively.

I swallowed it before it could show.

Composed myself before he could see the crack.

I didn’t respond.

The rest of the drive was silent.

When the gates of the Asher estate opened, I didn’t wait for him. 1

I stepped out of the car first.

The guards greeted me.

The housekeepers bowed slightly.

I smiled automatically.

Walked inside.

Steady.

Measured.

Pamela was in the sitting room with the kids.

Alice was laughing at something.

Alex was showing her something on a tablet.

Normal.

Safe.

Pamela looked up immediately.

She took one look at my face.

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“What?”

I shook my head.

It was subtle.

But she saw it.

On the verge of tears.

Not because of Victoria.

Not because of Mario.

But because-

For the first time since this began-

Jason had shut me out.

The first crack in the alliance.

And he chose to face it alone.

The old fear crept in quietly.

The one I thought I had buried.

That my voice-

Was secondary.

That my presence-

Was convenient.

That my partnership-

Was conditional.

I turned away slightly before anyone else could notice.

Because the last thing I would allow-

Was for my children to see doubt.

But inside-

It hurt.

And I didn’t know if it hurt because of the scandal.

Or because it felt exactly like before.

I said hello to the kids.

Alice launched herself at me immediately, demanding I watch her spin in a circle “like a tornado.”

Alex pretended not to need attention – which meant he needed it more.

I sat on the carpet with them.

Laughed

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Listened.

Played.

Answered questions about the “people.”

I made sure my voice didn’t shake.

Made sure my smile didn’t falter.

Jason stayed nearby.

Physically present.

Emotionally elsewhere.

On the phone.

Short responses.

Low tone.

Efficient.

He didn’t look at me.

And I didn’t look at him.

Because if I did-

I might ask again.

And I refused to beg for partnership.

Not again.

Clara called.

Already three steps ahead. 1

“I’m mapping the timeline,” she said quickly. “Every public appearance. Every documented event. We’ll show exact dates – when Oscar and you separated, when Jason ended his engagement, when you married.”

“Good,” I replied.

“Masón is pulling corporate records. We’ll secure timestamped emails.”

Pamela joined the call.

“No dramatic counterattack,” she said. “We drip-feed. Quiet releases. Let people notice the inconsistencies themselves. If we hold another conference, it’ll look defensive.”

She was right.

We had to look untouchable.

Not reactive.

Jason walked past us with Alice on his shoulders.

He didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t contribute.

Cord

Didn’t ask

It shouldn’t have hurt.

But it did.

Because partnership meant shared battles.

Not parallel ones.

And the worst part?

It hurt more than Oscar ever had.

Because with Oscar, I had expected to be overlooked.

With Jason-

I hadn’t.

That realization cut deeper than anything Victoria had said.

Was I chasing the same dynamic?

Powerful man.

Strategic mind.

Room for me-

Until pressure hit?

No.

I refused to spiral.

I refused to become that insecure version of myself again.