The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 312

A humorless smile touched Penelope’s lips. “Chasel wants ten million from me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means if I give him ten million, he’ll break his deal with you and disappear.”

“He… he wouldn’t dare!”

“You’re offering him two million. I’m offering ten. Don’t you think that’s worth breaking a deal for?”

“You agreed?”

“I’d do anything to wipe that smug look off your face.”

“Penelope!”

“Angry? Well, what can I say? I have the money.”

Zebulon hung up in a rage. Penelope scoffed and waited.

Sure enough, a moment later, Chasel called.

“Hey, my dear sister. I really do value our sibling bond, but Zebulon just offered me eleven million. Our bond isn’t worth a million, is it?”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you twenty million.”

“Twenty million? Are you serious?”

“It’s only twenty million.”

“I feel like this is a trap.”

“You know the history between me and Zebulon. I’d rather burn my money than see him happy.”

“And what about us? Will you make us happy?”

“I… I can’t do anything to you.”

“Haha! Not so tough now, are you? Your past is a stain you can never wash away. As long as we’re alive, that stain will always be there. And what can you do about it? You can’t kill us. You don’t have the guts! So you have no choice but to give in and beg us for mercy!”

“I’m begging you. Please have mercy. Let me go.”

“Hahaha!”

Chasel’s laughter boomed through the phone, his ego soaring.

He didn’t agree immediately, though. After he hung up, Penelope guessed he was going back to Zebulon to leverage a better deal.

A moment later, a text from Zebulon came through.

[Penelope, this could be a win-win, but you seem determined to make it a bloodbath.]

“Are you still in bed?”

“I worked late last night. What do you need the money for?”

“Just lend it to me. No more questions.”

A low chuckle came from his end. “Alright. But you don’t ‘borrow’ money from your husband.”

“I’ll pay you back.”

“You don’t ‘pay me back’ either.”

“Then what am I supposed to say?”

“Just say you miss me.”

“But I really do miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Hearing his voice, Penelope felt a sudden sting in her eyes. She wanted to tell him that people were bullying her, but she couldn’t. If she started, she would cry. Theodore would comfort her, he would solve her problems, but after the lesson she’d learned from Zebulon, she was determined to keep her armor on. She wouldn’t expose her vulnerabilities to anyone else, not even Theodore.

Once the money was ready, Penelope sent the address for her meeting with Chasel to Zebulon.

[Come and get it, if you’ve got the guts.]