My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 138

Sampson grabbed Rebekah's wrist, his face dark. "We raised you for eighteen years, and this is how you repay us? So what if you're a Hawthorne? You stole Candice's place for eighteen years. You owe her for the rest of your life!" he hissed. "If you know what's good for you, you'll get the Hawthornes to agree to a long-term partnership with us to pay us back. Otherwise, I have ways of ruining you."

With that, he chased after Benjamin and Candice.

Mrs. Fletcher looked as if she wanted to spit fire at Rebekah, but Mr. Fletcher pulled her back. She took a deep breath, her voice a cold command. "Sampson is right. You lived Candice's life for eighteen years. It's time you paid us back. Your birth father will do anything to make it up to you, so you will make sure the Hawthorne and Fletcher families enter into a long-term partnership. Do you understand?"

Rebekah finally understood the real reason Benjamin had brought her here. The throbbing in her cheek was a dull counterpoint to the realization. She looked at her adoptive parents. Their eyes were hard, not pleading but demanding. In their view, she had taken advantage of them for eighteen years, and now it was time to settle the debt.

The old Rebekah, desperate for their love, would have agreed without hesitation. But she wasn't that person anymore.

"If I recall correctly, you were the ones who brought home the wrong baby eighteen years ago. I was too young to even remember my real parents. How was I supposed to tell you I wasn't your child?" Her voice was like ice.

Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher stared at her, stunned—not by her words, but by her tone. She had always been meek and submissive, never fighting back no matter how they treated her. Now, her eyes were filled with a cold distance, as if she were severing all ties with them.

"The last eight years of endless insults and beatings have more than repaid my debt to you. I am no longer a Fletcher."

She fell silent.

Mrs. Fletcher shoved her away. "You are who you are today because we raised you! Without us, you would have died somewhere, and you never would have had the chance to connect with the Hawthornes!"

Mr. Fletcher's expression softened. He signaled for the butler to bring him a file. "This is the Fletcher Group's new project proposal. When you see your birth father, you will give this to him, and you will make sure he invests. Understood?"