A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 70

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The estate was quiet when returned.

loo quiet.

The kind of quiet that feels deliberate.

removed my helmet slowly, placing it on the console by the entrance.

The housekeepers pretended not to notice the time.

walked toward the living room.

He was there.

ason.

sitting upright on the couch.

Elbows on his knees.

Hands clasped together.

At first glance, he looked composed.

Still.

Controlled.

The heir.

The strategist.

But the moment he heard my steps-

He looked up.

And little by little-

could see him breaking.

Not dramatically.

ust… fracturing at the edges.

His jaw was tight.

His eyes darker than usual.

Not angry.

Afraid.

“You’re back,” he said quietly.

Not accusing.

Just… steadying himself.

“Yes.”

Silence stretched between us.

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He stood slowly.

As if unsure whether he was allowed to.

“I watched the pictures,” he said

Ah.

Of course he had.

“Dinner,” I replied calmly. “With Antone and his niece.”

“I know who Antone is.”

There was no jealousy in his tone.

“They’re already trying to twist it.”

“I expected that.”

Another pause.

He ran a hand through his hair.

A crack.

Small.

But real.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away in the car.”

There it was.

Not defensive.

Not justified.

Acknowledged.

“I was angry,” he continued. “Not at you.”

“I know.”

“I was angry at myself.”

His voice lowered.

“I let them dictate the pace. I reacted. And then I reacted again. And in doing that… I didn’t include you.”

He swallowed slightly.

“And that is not partnership.”

No excuses.

No shifting blame. 1

Just ownership.

I crossed my arms lightly.

Just grounding myself.

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“You made it about you,” I said softly.

He flinched.

Barely.

“But not in a selfish way,” I added. “In a protective one.”

His gaze lifted to mine.

“I didn’t want them attacking you.”

“And I didn’t want to be shielded like something fragile.”

The words weren’t sharp.

Just honest.

He stepped closer.

Not touching me yet.

“You are not fragile,” he said.

“I know.”

“But I need to be heard too.”

His breath hitched slightly.

“And I need you to fight with me. Not for me.”

That did it.

That was the crack.

His composure slipped fully then.

Not tears.

But vulnerability.

“I was afraid,” he admitted.

The word almost foreign on his tongue.

“If they dig deep enough… they’ll find that I’ve wanted you for years.”

I blinked. 1

“I don’t regret that, I regret that I made it sound like you were something I won.”

The air shifted.

That

That was it. N

He understood.

“You chose me.” he said firmly. “And I will never take that away from you again.”

My throat tightened

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‘I don’t need you to shield me,” I whispered. “I need you to stand beside me.”

He closed the remaining distance.

This time, when he reached for me-

He didn’t pull.

He waited

I stepped forward. 1.

Small.

Deliberate.

Choice.

His arms wrapped around me slowly.

Not claiming.

Holding.

His forehead rested against mine.

“I don’t want to be like him,” he murmured.

“You’re not.”

“I don’t want you to ever feel alone beside me.”

I exhaled slowly.

“You made me feel alone for a moment.”

His grip tightened slightly.

“I’m sorry.”

The silence between us wasn’t fragile anymore.

It was honest.

I searched his face.

“Since when?” I asked quietly.