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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dragged through th mud, like

Mateo Castro, and now none of his

traced," Silas said. "If they find out where it went, maybe they can

"Yes," Thomas replied calmly.

he'd already done that. No point mentioning that Rosie had moved the money through two different accounts, bypassing security like a fucking

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

that.

So let them dream.

he repeated. "I'll

Theresa said, wrapping her arms around herself. The stress was starting to tell on her, even her once

crazy,"

before Theresa spoke again. "What do we do about

again. Talking about everyone else

control it. The lie had worked, no

happened?"

her voice

he muttered. "I think we all need rest. A lot's

Theresa murmured. "Are you going to stay? Want to

said. "I would've loved to, but I've

the... house? And everything?" Ivy asked

uncomfortably. "Just there. It's still under

been staying?" Ivy's voice rose with

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

over to him, his eyes soft

"I know,

looked at him for a moment

his chest, Thomas cleared his throat. "I

now.

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

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has been taken care

eyes

the door.

tomorrow," Silas called

time?" he asked

"8 pm."

"Alright, see you then."

his car and sighed. "Drive," he

and anger mixing in his

way until they reached the

he flipped the table

He didn't want to be wifeless, living in a goddamn hotel,

family, and catering

pulling him out of thought: He

answered it.

"Hello?"

"My dear husband."

His blood chilled. "Rosie."

"Don't you miss me?"

did you touch

so mad. Planning revenge is