A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 180

Chapter 180

"Secrets would kill anyone," Rosie used to say. "But yours, Thomas? They would drown you, and then drag the rest of your family to hell.

Maybe she was right, Thomas thought as he watched Theresa and Silas flare up. Maybe his crazy wife knew him too well-better than he knew himself.

"What offshore account?" Silas demanded, his eyes sharp, and Thomas knew his brother was past softening up.

What would he do?

"I... used to have... the account for emergencies," he said, tucking his hand into his pocket to stop it from shaking

Maybe being honest would make things better.

"For emergencies?" Silas shrieked.

Maybe not.

Silas moved closer, and in that moment, Thomas saw a man; not the timid child who used to be afraid of trying new things, not the child who did as he said, but a man with his own mind. And that terrified the shit out of him.

"So you've had this account since when?" Silas roared and he flinched.

Lie. You can't tell the truth.

"Two years."

"Fucking hell," Silas scoffed, running a hand through his hair. Behind him, Ivy bit her lip, her eyes wide with fear, her hand in mid-air as if trying to pacify him.

Thomas lowered his head, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know how to feel," Silas admitted, shaking his head. "And I don't know if it's because you had an emergency account I didn't know about, or because you lied to me for two years!"

"Baby..." Ivy said softly.

Silas turned to her and for a moment, Thomas watched as his brother's anger faded at her touch. They stood like that for a few seconds before Silas faced him again.

His voice was softer now, but his eyes were not. "I'm hurt, Thomas."

"I'm sorry," Thomas replied quickly. "I never used it, which is why I never mentioned it. I'm sorry."

"So, when you were investigated for fraud, did you declare the account?"

Thomas's heart skipped. Another moment of truth. Should he lie?

"If it was an offshore account, I don't think declaring it would've changed the investigation," Theresa interjected.

He sighed, grateful that Theresa had saved his ass. "Yeah."

But Silas wasn't done, his eyes glinted with something that unsettled Thomas. If Silas kept pushing, he feared he might have to tell the truth.

And the truth, like Rosie would say, could drag them all to hell.

Thankfully, Theresa spoke before Silas could continue. "What do we do about Rosie? I don't like the fact that she has resources to back up her sinister plans."

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didn't. Everybody was sounding stressed like Rosie wasn't his wife, like his name wasn't dragged through th mud, like his house hadn't been destroyed, and Uncle Mike wasn't

He was already stressed out dealing with Mateo Castro, and now none of his family could offer an ounce, of

have the money traced," Silas said. "If they find

"Yes," Thomas replied calmly.

that. No point mentioning that Rosie

mean explaining how she even knew how to do it, which would lead to telling

that.

So let them dream.

he repeated. "I'll

The stress was starting to tell on her, even her once bouncy blonde hair looked frail

getting crazy," Ivy

before Theresa spoke again. "What do we do about Aria? I didn't like the way she

it was again. Talking about everyone else but

fist to control it. The lie had worked, no

storming out. What happened?" he asked, keeping

explained, her

unusual," he muttered. "I think we all need rest. A lot's been happening, don't judge her

murmured. "Are you going to stay? Want

said. "I would've loved to,

house? And everything?" Ivy

uncomfortably. "Just there. It's

staying?" Ivy's voice rose

a hotel. Don't worry, I'm

walked over to him, his eyes soft now.

chuckled. "I know, Si. Thank

at him for a moment before nodding.

Thomas cleared his throat. "I have to

now.

told him and Rosie's letter. "Are you sure she doesn't have access to that account

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It has been taken

narrowed his eyes but

to the door. "Gotta go.

dinner tomorrow," Silas called out

he

"8 pm."

"Alright, see you then."

to his car and sighed. "Drive," he

seat, tension and anger mixing in his chest like fire

that way until they reached

his room, he flipped the table over.

the plan. He didn't want to be

and catering to a

thought:

answered it.

"Hello?"

"My dear husband."

His blood chilled. "Rosie."

"Don't you miss me?"

did you touch that

so mad. Planning revenge is