Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 107

Lawrence’s laughter echoed inside the room. The manic glint returned to Lawrence’s eyes, replacing the twisted amusement that had played there moments before. A cruel chuckle escaped his lips. “Kill your mother? Sofia, darling, where on earth did you get that idea?” He shook his head, the movement theatrical.

“Eunice, bless her heart, knew the truth all along. She knew about my past, about the darkness that stained our family history. She knew that I was her brother.”

Sofia blinked, unable to believe what she just heard.

What?

What did he just say?

Eunice knew about him?

“Then why?” she asked. What was the point of everything? If her mother knew about Lawrence then… why would he harm her?

“Because your mother is weak…” Lawrence shrugged. “I cannot be with a weak woman. Unfortunately, even love is not enough to change someone like that.”

Sofia pursed her lips. Lawrence’s revelation was something that she never expected. “You are lying…” she said. “My mother would never….”

Before she could finish her words, Lawrence suddenly took something out of his pockets. It was a black rectangular object; a recorder.

He played it and almost immediately, Eunice’s voice filled the room.

“I can’t do this…” Eunice said.

“What do you mean?” Lawrence’s voice responded.

“She is my mother. I know you and I are blood–related siblings and I love you but she… she is still my mother.”

There was silence for a few seconds before Lawrence let out a sigh. “I’m sorry if I put you through a difficult situation,” he said, his voice mellowed. “But Eulanda would probably not agree that you give your fortune to me. It’s impossible. She would rather die.”

“You are a Lockhart. You deserve everything that you will get once I die.”

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about dying?” Lawrence said, his voice

adores you. Please

of this world?” he asked. He chuckled. “Eventually, she needed to know the truth or

hate you,

button, and the recording stopped.

Sofia’s lips

allow. I mean… why wouldn’t she give me what was rightfully mine?” Lawrence gave a

you- killed my grandfather?” Sofia

me… he treated me like his own. Yet that grandfather of yours wanted us away. I mean… the only good thing about it was the fact that your grandfather ended

send her tumbling into oblivion. Lawrence’s words slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave, each revelation a crushing blow that knocked the wind out of her

eyes shut, trying to shut out the sound, the image

voice hoarse, barely a thread. “Why did you…” The question trailed off,

to fuel her growing rage and confusion.

spoke of inheritance, of a birthright stolen, yet his actions – the slow, insidious poisoning of her

of hope, sparked within her. “My grandmother wouldn’t have let you take everything,” she rasped. “She wouldn’t have allowed it.”

have stood idly by. She would have fought, tooth and nail, to protect her legacy.

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at where she is now?” he conceded, his voice dripping with amusement. “Even the great Eulanda Lockhart couldn’t fight the inevitable. Besides,”

stammered, a

purred, his eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction. “He knew the truth too. He and Eulanda have been business partners for so long… he knew about

lips, a humorless sound laced with disbelief. “Alexander? No. That’s impossible.” Denial, a desperate

of Alexander, her confidante, her rock, harboring

Impossible,” she mumbled.

his advantage all along. Think about it. How convenient was

the Lockhart fortune?”

naive but, can’t you really see it?” Lawrence asked.

words somehow sparked a flicker of unease over her. Why would Alexander

told her they had been engaged since they were younger and

it really possible that he

now?” he chortled. “Alexander Beaumont was working with Eulanda all along! Eulanda wanted you to marry Alexander so

at that. Believing this man

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just as Sofia was about to say another word, she heard a doorbell. Her expression immediately changed, her

akin to hope sparked in her eyes. Could it be help? Someone who

cruel smile twisted his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, his

against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the

of the room.

say or you will

said. Sofia nodded.

gun. “Check the door,” he commanded, his voice a cold order. “And if you value that little friend of yours,” he gestured

won’t breathe a word of what’s transpired