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Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

[COMPLETED.] [Mature content.] Chloe Carlson, 35, was a married woman living with her cheating husband— Vincent Gray, and their daughter— Mackenzie. Her failing marriage led her to file a divorce after 10 years, but her husband refused to sign it. “I know what you want Chloe, you want my money after we divorced. You want to take everything from me and I will not let that happen!” Vincent accused. “I don't need your Money, Vincent! I just want to take Mackenzie with me and leave!” At last, she left her bastard husband without taking a cent from him. She was going to carve her own path in life and give her daughter the best in the world. However, things aren’t working so well with a single mother like Chloe. It was difficult to find job because she was a housewife without qualification for a long time. Thus, in desperation as she needed to care for her daughter, she only had one way out. She contacted her brother-in-law— Vernon Phoenix Gray, 25, a young, heartless playboy, who happened to be the CEO of a skyrocketing company, asking him for a job in this tough time. “A job? That's not an issue. You can work as my personal assistant and take care of all my daily needs.” Vernon smirked and leaned in. “Especially in bed,” he whispered in her ear. — Would Chloe fall into the hands of her evil brother-in-law and become a slave of his whim? Or would she return to her abusive scum husband for their daughter’s future? — Note: There is an age gap in this story, Chloe is 35 years old. Vincent is 35 years old. Vernon is 25 years old. -- Official commissioned cover. — Contact me: Instagram: @ForeverPupa Discord: https://discord.gg/m2XPfdmwde --

ForeverPupa · Urban
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Chapter 92

"You make me like this, and I will make sure you pay for it, sister-in-law!" Vernon said to himself. He was already planning the downfall of his big brother and sister-in-law for so long, and he didn't want everything to be ruined just because he got swept out by desire.

Malicious ideas swirled inside his head, and an insidious smirk perked on his lips, "I will—"

Gruuukkk…

However, before he could go on with his plan, his stomach started to grumble. He checked his watch and clicked his tongue annoyedly, "Oh, come on! It's only been half past ten. Why am I hungry already?!"

Vernon had magically developed a habit after having his breakfast-lunch-dinner prepared daily by a certain woman. His body would react at certain hours, asking to be fed. He was a troublesome picky eater, which made him too dependent on one woman's homemade food.