Betrayed And Claimed By My Ex-Husband's Brother

Chapter 9

Daniel POV

"That b***h!" Ashley screamed as soon as she entered the room, breathing heavily.

She dragged the golden necklace from her neck and smashed it against the floor.

I sat on the bed watching the drama.

"Arrgh!" She screamed a loud, ear-piercing scream when the earring refused to come off, and then she yanked it out.

I could see the blood running from her ears.

She turned to me, her eyebrows arched, veins throbbing through her head, her long chestnut hair scattered. "We would have killed her instead of sending her to jail. I told you, Daniel, she was better off dead!" She stormed to where I was sitting, her eyes red and hands shaking uncontrollably.

"What did I tell you to do? I said finish her! You said no. It has not gotten to that, and look at where we are. Look at what being gullible has done to us.

She came, she saw us, and now she has the whole place to herself. She kicked me out of our company, Daniel! Out of our f*****g company and you could not do anything!"

I rolled my eyes walking past her. 'What should I have done? Kill her? Or what?” I asked.

“Yes! You should have pulled the gun and shot her and made them think of you as a man, but instead what did you do? You were staring!” She screamed loudly in my face.

“You were staring at her like someone who saw a lost puppy. How could you, Daniel! She has a man by her side, and you were still staring at her. Looking at her. I swear to God, Dan, do something or I will do it for you."

I raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Do what?” I asked, urging her, "What would you do?"

“I would kill her. I would this time make sure that you can't save her; neither can your brother. Gosh! I am so tired of this whole issue. Of all the forbes family in total."

“Then leave!” I snapped at her. "Leave. You came because of the pregnancy, and now that you lost something, something as important as a pregnancy, you can't keep it. "Leaveeee!"

She took a step back, her lips slightly open. This would be the first time I had suggested she leave the marriage. The first time I had suggested her getting a divorce

Tears welled up in her eyes, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Does this woman have to be this damn dramatic?

“Daniel, you know this is not fair. I would allow you to insult me, rain curses on me, and talk about my morality. But my baby. The death of our baby.

That is not fair, Danel. And you know it. Don't…” She laid to clean the tears that slipped down her eyes. "Don't you love me? Is… is she all you think about?

Even after she is married, you are thinking about her barely two years after we lost our baby. Gosh, our baby would be so heartbroken that you would treat this mother like this. He would be so…”

“Oh please!” I snapped at her, “Don't bore me with all this emotional talk; it would not work on me. In fact it stopped working on me a long time ago.

You want to talk about the baby being so heartbroken about me.

How would this so-called dead unformed foetus feel about his mother who drank three, three f*****g bottles of whisky when she was four months pregnant?

And you are shocked that you lost the baby. You are supposed to know that the baby would die. What were you expecting? That the baby would…”

“Daniel, I was stressed!" She screamed.

I walked past her to my closet, removing my shoes. “I was f*****g stressed because you had passed out three times sure to Amelia's death.

You were getting drunk and neglecting me, who is the mother of your unborn baby. How did you expect me to feel? Happy? Or what? I want to go out and get drunk to forget that…”

“At the expense of our baby!” I asked, turning to her, “At the expense of your f*****g child, and you want to put that blame on me? You want to now make it seem like I was the one that made you stressed and miscarry.

I ensured that you were taken care of. I brought you clothes and shoes and paid for anything so that you would not cry or be stressed.

I was present as much as I could. I have you at the f*****g wedding that brought my family to run, and you want to put the blame on me.

You went out on your own with the f*****g car that I brought you; you ordered a wine and got drunk and drove back home.

Maybe you were not in your right mind." I pause and take a step closer.

“Or maybe you wanted the baby dead. Before it was born to hide who the father is and…”

Before I can finish my sentence, she slaps my face. I groan loudly, squeezing my fist..

“Don't you dare, Daniel. I have loved you as much as I could. I did things for you! Commute crime for you!”

“Married a 60-year-old man for me?” I ask to complete her statement. “The Billionaire who you broke up with me for. Was it also for me?. "Look," I pause, pointing my fingers at her.

“If you should lay your hands on Amelia. I would burn you alive. That stunt you or whoever lit up that car pulled. I would pull it twice on you.

I would torture you and make it sound like a game. Don't test my f*****g patience, Amel… Ashley. Don't!” I snap and walk past her.

“It's not like you can do anything now. Our accounts are frozen, and you don't have money to pay anyone," I say and slam the door behind her.

I walked back into the room, my towel still hanging loosely around my waist.

Ashley is sitting on the sofa, a smile on her face.

“What are you smiling for?” I asked.

She turned on the television, still smiling. She tapped the space beside her.

"Sit, Daniel. Let me show you how powerful I am. Let me show you that I don't end where your money ends, Daniel. You would never be as powerful as I am."

I raised an eyebrow. What was she talking about?

"One, two, three, four…" she started counting slowly, taking one grape after the other with each number, her eyes on the television, not me.

And then at ten, the news came: "News reaching us here live in london

The house of Kayden Blackwood, the billionaire heir to the Blackwood company, has caught fire, a very uncontrollable one.

Our sources say that it was from a domestic incident, while others say it could be from Daniel, as he was recently kicked out of the company. It is still unknown how many people are inside."

Colour drained from my face, my palms sweaty. I could not believe that the woman sitting calmly beside me would pull such a powerful stunt.

"Ashley…" I whispered, still looking at the fire on the screen.

"Yes, honey," she whispered. She plucked a grape for me and held it out for me to eat.

"Don't tell me you did it. Don't tell me you burnt down the house."

She sat up straight, pushing her hair back and arranging her long, flowing locks. "Yes, I did. Sources also told me that your three enemies are inside."

She laughed and shook her head, like it was funny. Like we were discussing the weather.

"Now, baby, that is how you destroy your enemies. And this is how I would destroy you if you were not careful."

She stood up and placed a light kiss on my lips before walking into the bathroom.

For a few minutes I stood there, dazed at what had just happened.

Ashley burnt down a f*****g house with people inside.

I immediately pulled out my phone to call Stefan. He needed to get there as soon as possible and save Amelia. I would not let her die again.

And if she died, one thing was for sure. I would end Ashley myself.