A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 67

ARZ POW

ason POV

ason – POV

The door closed behind her.

The sound wasn’t loud.

But it echoed.

I didn’t follow.

I didn’t stop her.

I stood in the living room with my phone still in my hand, staring at nothing.

Anger sat under my skin like fire.

Not at her.

Never at her. 1

At myself.

For not protecting her properly.

For thinking I could manage this quietly.

For ever considering settling for Victoria.

For underestimating how vicious this would become.

For not flipping the narrative fast enough.

For letting public opinion turn.

For letting her walk out of that car feeling alone.

My jaw tightened.

This wasn’t just gossip.

This affected her position.

Her heir trial.

Her legitimacy. 1

Every whisper chipped at her credibility.

And I had sworn-

I would never let anyone diminish her again.

But the worst part?

If the press dug deep enough-

They would find the truth.

I had always been after her.

It was never Victoria.

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WHEN POW

It was never strategy.

It was never convenience.

It was always Amber.

Even before she met Oscar.

Even before she officially met me.

She had saved my life.

I remember it too clearly.

College.

A fundraising gala I didn’t want to attend. 1

My father had just lost the legal battle over the house.

His house.

The one with my childhood in it.

The one filled with my mother’s things.

The Sun family had “reallocated assets.”

That was the official phrase.

Reallocated.

They took everything.

Memories included.

I was standing alone on a balcony, pretending to answer emails.

Thinking about walking away.

From the family.

From the heir position.

From everything.

Then- 1

She sat down next to me.

Uninvited.

Unsteady.

Very drunk.

Amber Asher.

Hair slightly messy.

Shoes in her hand.

Confidence entirely intact.

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She squinted at me.

“Are you alright?”

I don’t know why I answered honestly.

“No.”

She blinked.

Actually blinked.

Then leaned back in her chair. 1

“Oh. You’re serious.”

I let out a humorless breath.

“I don’t want to be an heir anymore.”

She tilted her head.

“I want to be normal,” I continued. “Have friends. Not be watched. My family just took my father’s house. Everything in it. Memories. They took it all.”

She stared at me for a moment.

Then-1

She laughed.

Not cruel. 1

Just… surprised.

“Ohhh,” she said, patting my head clumsily. “You are serious.”

I should have been offended.

Instead, I watched her.

“You don’t look built to follow,” she said suddenly. “You look built to lead.”

I frowned. 1

She waved her hand lazily.

“Look, I don’t know who you are. But if you quit, someone weaker takes your place. Then you’ll complain about them for the rest of your life.” 1

She leaned closer.

“So lead. And fix it.”

She reached into her purse.

Pulled out a slightly bent business card.

“This is a friend’s boyfriend. His name is Marcus. He’s intense. Like you. Probably annoyingly competent.”

She shoved the card into my hand.

“Call him. If you’re going to fight, don’t fight alone.”

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Then she stood.

Wobbled.

Pointed at me.

“And stop looking like someone stole your dog It’s unattractive.”

And she walked away.

She didn’t even know my name.

I still had that card.

Marcus Hess.

That was how it started.

Not Victoria.

Not strategy.

Her.

It was always her.

The girl who sat beside a stranger and told him to lead instead of collapse.

The girl who didn’t know she was saving a future.

If the press ever traced it back-

They’d realize something dangerous.

I had loved her long before she ever looked at me.