Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 91: Hurt Ivan

Sephina answered the call, her expression tense as both Clara and Briena watched her with bated breath.

"Who is he?" Sephina asked sharply. She listened intently, but as the person on the other end spoke, her brows furrowed in frustration. After a brief pause, she angrily hung up.

"Is he someone we know?" Clara asked, her voice full of curiosity.

"No," Sephina furrowed her brows. "We still don’t know who he is. The money was transferred from an international account, and it’s highly secured. No one can get any information about it."

"What?" Clara exclaimed, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Sephina nodded grimly. "Only the wealthiest and most powerful people or organizations use accounts with that level of security. There are very few of them, worldwide."

"That means this man is truly powerful," Clara gasped, wide-eyed. "No wonder he jumped from one billion to two billion like it was pocket change."

Sephina hummed in agreement, her mind racing. "I’m just wondering how that wretch managed to get involved with such a man. What could have caught his interest in her?"

"Mother, if Natalie knew someone that powerful, why would she marry a poor man and struggle under us?" Clara confidently dismissed the possibility. "I think this man showing up and bidding on her was just a coincidence. Maybe he’s one of those rich men who enjoys the thrill of scandalous women. Some of them have twisted minds. Who knows, he might bring more trouble into her life than help. After all, we can’t deny she’s beautiful, just like her mother was—easily able to seduce men with a single glance."

But Sephina wasn’t so quick to agree, her thoughts drifting elsewhere as she spoke. "Jay couldn’t find anything about her husband. Have you asked for your brother’s help. His high position in government allows him to get any information."

"Yes, mother. tomorrow we will get it."

Finally, Sephina turned her gaze to Briena, who had been quietly observing the exchange. "Don’t just sit there. Call Ivan. He left today because he was hurt by Natalie’s actions. Use this opportunity. If you want to win him over, learn from Natalie how to capture a man’s attention."

"Y-Yes, grandma," and made the call.

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At the Brown residence...

fit of anger. Pacing back and forth, he nearly kicked a chair over in frustration, his thoughts consumed by Natalie

remorse, he seethed inwardly. No shame for what she did to me. Leaving me humiliated in front of everyone and then marrying someone else like it meant nothing. And now she acts so righteous? How dare she point fingers at

faltered when he remembered her expression during their conversation—her eyes, clear

she’s like a completely different person now, a rebel. Was everything she did—her obedience, her eagerness to please me—just an act? Was she just playing me, and was

hard, sending it skidding across the floor. I hate her. I hate her so much. His fists clenched as he silently vowed, I’ll make her regret choosing that poor man over me. I’ll make her realize exactly

his anger, the door opened, and his parents entered

to pause as she took in the mess. The room was in disarray—furniture scattered, items thrown carelessly. Her

she approached him with concern,

He didn’t respond.

you she wasn’t the

Amelia," her husband interrupted, "Can’t you

soothing. "I know how much you’ve been hurt, but you need to think about your future. Natalie isn’t the only option—you have Briena, a woman better than her. Once

can we hasten the plan of official engagement between Briena and me?"

than happy to." She turned to her husband. "Speak to Sephina Ford

nodded in agreement, but Ivan’s voice cut through the brief moment of excitement.

respecting his wishes while Ivan lay back on the bed, staring blankly at

phone buzzed,

and heard a sweet, gentle voice on the

beat at the sound.

event so suddenly, I was worried. If my sister hurt you, I want to

the one offering him kindness, while the woman who had wronged him had shown nothing but indifference. The contrast made