Betrayed And Claimed By My Ex-Husband's Brother

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Daniel POV

I sip my tea slowly, my legs resting on the stool in front of me. The newspaper in my hands.

I am in my bedroom, and no one is with me. On the floor is my unconscious wife Ashley and on my bed is the box of Stefan's head which Kayden sent to me.

I am reading the newspaper again. Amelia Blackwood is a slut.

And the source of this whole gibberish is meant to be the woman who is lying beside me unconscious.

And I know for a fact that she had no time to do that. In fact, until now she would have believed that I was on her side and that I had a little love for her.

So who the hell wrote this news to destroy Amelia's reputation and drag whatever plan I had into the mud

One thing I hate more than anything is when I don't have a support system. I don't have a way or anything that would make me feel better about myself.

My right-hand man who has been doing my dirty job is dead and he died betraying me. That is the only way I would explain him being found in the Kayden house.

Maybe he wanted to sell me and Kayden decided to destroy him.

Sick bastard.

I had planned to use Ashk's voice to my advantage and now someone has used it.

My phone rings again. It's Finn, my secretary. I should say former secretary since Amelia is practically the new boss.

“Have you found the person who reported this news?” I ask.

“Yes sir it is Ashley”

I roll my eyes curling my hands into a fist to make sure that I don't snap at him. He is the one loyal person I have after Amelia's effortless coup.

“I asked for the reporter's name not who made the news”

“It's Eric sir. He is a blogger and he leaked the news to them”

Eric. Eric. Eric.

Does this man know who the f**k he just messed with?

I suck in a deep breath, trying to maintain a good voice.

“Do you know where he lives?” I ask

“I can track him down. But it would be for a greater fee”

I toll my eyes. Why the f**k does everyone think money is the therapy for every situation?

“ Fine just tell me”

He cuts the call and within thirty minutes the location is sent.

I drag Ashley's body to my bedside and drive straight to this blogger's house.

His house is located at the outskirts of the town. A small.hkhss in the middle of a whole green field.

Which is strange. How was he able to afford this whole wide land?

I knock on the door twice, my pistol at my trouser

The door opens. He smiles “Hello Daniel I have been waiting for you this whole time”

I walk past him. “Who the hell are you and who gave you this news”

He shrugs a smile on his face “Your wife. She told me that you would come find me and here you are”

I close my eyes for a brief second trying to regulate my breath so that I don't make any rash decision “What the hell do you take me for? A kid or some high school kid that you would lie to my face and I would not find out? I know my wife did not say or do anything so I am going to ask you for the first and the last time who sent you”

“Your wife” he lies again still smiling.

I walked towards him and hit him on his face with a hard blow.

He stumbles, holding his cheek. He stands upright and looks at me “Fair enough. I knew you were the hot-tempered type so I knew what I was signing for but I would say it again and again. It is your wife who sent me. You can call her”

He stops midway “or wait let me call her myself"

He dials her number and obviously, it goes to voicemail

He drops the phone, making a f*****g pout at me. “She is not picking, she would have confirmed. She told me how you mistreated her.

How you dreamt of your ex. How you almost destroyed yourself which makes me ask why the hell you actually divorced her in the first place.

If you loved her so much why divorce Amelia and marry Ashley? Besides when she told you she was or what she offered to be a side piece.

So why drag her in when you claim to love your life and almost die when she dies?” He ask

He walks towards the brown couch in the room and sits down leaving me waiting

I would have shot him right now but I need to know who the f**k him.

“When did she tell you?” I ask.

If he said a week ago I would believe him after all Ashley is known for always having some hidden place where she can make sure she is safe.

“Last week on my bed”

My eyes widened. “What did you just say?”

“I said she told me on my bed”

I walk towards him with my hands on my back ready to pull the gun away “What did you just say?” I ask calmly, even if my hands are shaking.

Ashley would not cheat on me. She is someone I know who is in love with me.

And she pictured love as some endearing activity so she would never do that to me. Never.

No matter the tantrums she throws

“Whoa, cool down Mr Forbes. You don't want to kill me in the middle of my house, in an empty field. What if I have boys around to get you to” he shook his hands into the chair side and placed a gun on his lap.

His eyes meet mine. He glares at me for a while before he smiles, like we are friends “ I was joking. I don't find Ashley attractive besides she sent me this morning”

Another lie. Is this man giving up on me or what?

I pull out my gun and point at him “Tell me who sent you?” I ask

“Your wife”

I take a step closer “Tell me again who the f**k you are?”

“Your wife” he answers again.

He remains still even when I take a step closer and another stone and another step. It's like I don't have any effect on him.

I press the gun to his head “I am a sick man Eric. A very sick one you don't want to test me with all these tricks would kill you and kill anyone who sent you”

“Really?” A femme voice asks. Goosebumps fill my skin, and the hair at the back of my neck stands

I turn slowly, dropping my hands. I stare at the woman looking at me. She is wearing a suit and a suit. She is smiling at me, her blue eyes staring at me.

The same eyes I had to f*****g inherit.

“Mother” I say more than a statement than a question

She smiled, “Hello son”