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 lower.

response. “Sofia adores you. Please don’t

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

making her hate

pressed another button, and the

lips

mother knew about me. She wanted to give him half of her inheritance which Eulanda would never allow. I mean… why wouldn’t

killed my grandfather?” Sofia asked.

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 up dying. So…”

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

the image of her mother wrestling with

thread. “Why did you…” The question

fuel

stolen, yet his actions – the slow, insidious poisoning

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

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

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and calculating. “Oh, she tried. But look at where she is now?” he conceded, his voice dripping with amusement. “Even the great Eulanda Lockhart couldn’t fight the inevitable. Besides,” he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial

you mean?” she stammered, a dread so profound

malicious satisfaction. “He knew the truth too. He and Eulanda have been business partners for so long… he knew about her schemes.

lips, a humorless sound laced with disbelief. “Alexander?

notion of Alexander, her confidante, her

Impossible,” she

akin to pity. “He was probably using the information to his advantage all along. Think about it. How

the Lockhart fortune?”

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

sparked a flicker of unease over her. Why would Alexander

her and offered the deal. He told her they had been engaged since they were younger and she believed him without asking questions!

that he had something else in mind?

all along! Eulanda wanted you to marry Alexander so he could help

that. Believing this man would

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another word, she heard a doorbell. Her expression immediately changed, her

to hope sparked in her eyes. Could it be

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

ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the

of the room.

me and do exactly as I say or

said. Sofia nodded.

“Check the door,” he commanded, his voice a

with the gun, “You won’t breathe a word of what’s transpired here today.”