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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but he didn't. Everybody was sounding stressed like Rosie wasn't his wife, like his name wasn't dragged through th mud,

stressed out dealing with Mateo Castro, and now none of his family could offer

said. "If they find out where it

"Yes," Thomas replied calmly.

done that. No point mentioning that Rosie had moved the money through two different accounts, bypassing security like

knew how to do it, which would lead to telling them everything. Right now,

that.

So let them dream.

repeated. "I'll

her arms around herself. The

crazy,"

Theresa spoke again. "What do we

was again. Talking

to control

out. What happened?" he asked,

her voice shaking

unusual," he muttered. "I think we all need rest.

you going to stay? Want to

"I would've loved to, but I've got

the... house? And everything?"

"Just there. It's still under

you been staying?"

his chin. "In a hotel. Don't worry, I'm

to him, his eyes soft now. "You know

"I know, Si. Thank

him for a moment before

his chest, Thomas

now.

and Rosie's letter. "Are you sure she doesn't

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worry, she doesn't. It has

narrowed his eyes but said

the door. "Gotta go.

dinner tomorrow," Silas called out

time?" he

"8 pm."

"Alright, see you then."

his car

leaned into the seat, tension and anger

way

his room, he flipped

want to be wifeless, living in a goddamn hotel,

and catering to

out of thought: He ignored the mess he made

answered it.

"Hello?"

"My dear husband."

His blood chilled. "Rosie."

"Don't you miss me?"

did you touch

she laughed. "Don't be so mad. Planning revenge