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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dying?” Lawrence

you. Please don’t let her know

protect her from the harshness of this world?” he asked. He chuckled. “Eventually, she

her hate you, hate

pressed another button, and the recording stopped.

Sofia’s lips quivered.

to give him half of her inheritance which Eulanda would never allow. I mean… why wouldn’t she give me what was rightfully mine?” Lawrence gave a nonchalant shrug. “That greedy woman.”

who raised you- killed my grandfather?”

that grandfather of yours wanted us away. I mean… the only

world spun around Sofia, the plush carpeting beneath her suddenly a precarious tightrope threatening to send her tumbling into oblivion. Lawrence’s words slammed into her with the force

the image

you…” The question trailed off, choked by the

to fuel her growing

– the slow, insidious

hope, sparked within her. “My grandmother wouldn’t have let you

the ever–controlling matriarch, wouldn’t have stood idly by. She would have fought, tooth and nail,

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conceded, his voice dripping with amusement. “Even the

a dread

have been business partners for so long… he knew about her schemes. He knew

with disbelief. “Alexander? No.

of Alexander, her confidante, her rock, harboring such a

Impossible,” she

to pity. “He was probably using the information to his advantage all along. Think about it. How convenient was it that he swooped in and married you, the sole heir

the Lockhart fortune?”

that you are naive but, can’t you

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

offered the deal. He told her they had been engaged since they were younger and she

he had something else in mind?

with Eulanda all along! Eulanda wanted you to marry Alexander so he could help her secure the wealth of

that. Believing this man would be

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she heard a doorbell. Her expression immediately changed, her

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

smile twisted his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like we have

hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the

of the room.

do exactly as I say or you

said. Sofia nodded.

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

a word of what’s transpired here