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 said, his

in response. “Sofia adores you.

He chuckled. “Eventually, she

her hate you, hate us?”

another button, and the recording stopped.

Sofia’s lips

knew about me. She wanted to give him half of her inheritance which Eulanda would never allow. I mean…

raised you- killed my grandfather?” Sofia asked. This was what Eulanda told her.

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

beneath her suddenly a precarious tightrope threatening to send her tumbling into oblivion. Lawrence’s words slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave, each revelation

squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the sound, the image of her mother

thread. “Why did you…” The question trailed off, choked by the storm of

shrug only served to fuel her growing rage and

birthright stolen, yet his actions – the slow, insidious poisoning of her mother – screamed

grandmother wouldn’t have let you take

stood idly by. She would have fought, tooth and nail,

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his voice dripping with amusement. “Even the great Eulanda Lockhart couldn’t fight the inevitable. Besides,” he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a

a dread

have been business partners for so long… he knew about

tolling bell. A strangled laugh escaped Sofia’s lips, a humorless sound laced with disbelief. “Alexander? No. That’s impossible.” Denial, a desperate shield, rose to the surface, a

her rock, harboring such a secret was

Impossible,” she mumbled.

the information to his advantage all along. Think about it. How convenient was it that he swooped in and married you, the sole

the Lockhart fortune?”

that you are naive but, can’t you really see it?” Lawrence asked. “Can’t you see

over her. Why

the one who approached her and offered the deal. He told her they had been engaged

it really possible that he had something else in

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

that. Believing this man

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she heard a doorbell. Her expression immediately changed,

in her eyes. Could it be help? Someone who might break

A cruel smile twisted his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with

her ribs, a

of the room.

to me and do exactly as I say or you will end up dead, do you hear me?”

said. Sofia nodded.

voice a cold order.

won’t breathe a word