Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

Anna’s POV:

I reminded Emily to check her brooch. “Em, check the brooch. Claire will probably show my photos in the second half.”

Emily nodded grimly, touching the brooch to confirm. “Don’t worry, it’s working.”

Our palms were sweaty as we exchanged nervous glances. Emily suddenly stiffened. “They’re coming.”

Ethan wheeled Frank back in, the latter wearing a disturbing smile. Frank’s cold eyes locked onto mine. “Anna, I knew you’d come. Won’t you greet your godfather?” He leaned forward, reaching for my hand with an unsettling familiarity.

I quickly stood to avoid his touch, memories of his inappropriate “concern” over the years sending chills down my spine.

“I only came here to get my property back,” I said in a low voice.

Frank chuckled dismissively. “Anna, still so direct. Let’s have a private word.” He gestured for his assistant to wheel him out.

Suddenly, Ethan grabbed Emily’s arm and yanked off her brooch, throwing it to the floor and crushing it under his heel. “I’ve told you eight hundred times we’re over. Consider your gift returned -I can’t stand looking at it anymore,” he snarled.

My heart raced in panic. Before I could intervene, Frank’s assistant blocked my path. “Ms. Anderson, please, Mr. Hamilton is waiting for you.”

Emily’s face turned ashen, her lips trembling with anger. She siléntly mouthed to me: “Go, don’t worry about me.”

Frank’s wheelchair stopped at a corner in the hallway. “Anna, you’ve seen my collection of photos, haven’t you?” His soft voice sent chills down my spine.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “What, are you blackmailing me too? How much do you want me to bid?”

Frank raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Too?” Then his lips curved upward. “Anna, I neve intended to hurt you. I genuinely care about you. All these years, I’ve been protecting you from the shadows.” His tone was gentle, but his eyes remained cold.

I stepped back, disgust evident in my voice. “Your kind of ‘care‘… makes me sick!”

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Chapter 351.

Frank continued smiling, unfazed as he proposed a partnership. Bluewave T

well now. You could collaborate with Hamilton Group.

He paused. I can see that Blake is the one clinging to you, not the other way around. If you work with me and help Hamilton Group through its difficulties, I promise to help you get rid of Blake. His eyes calculated my reaction. I’ll give you everything, and after my death, you’ll inherit all

my assets.”

I stared at him coldly. “Are you finished?”

A cool voice suddenly cut through the tension: “I’m curious–what exactly are you planning to give my wife?”

Blake had appeared without warning, leaning against the wall nearby, his eyes cold as steel.

Something in my chest immediately loosened at the sight of him–a visceral reaction I couldn’t control. His presence always made me feel safer.

Blake’s expression was cold and focused as he approached, his long strides eating up the distance between us. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, staring down at Frank with icy authority.

“Are you finished?” he asked Frank, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable edge that made several nearby people flinch.

Frank’s expression flickered, his confidence visibly faltering. After a moment, he forced a smile. “Blake, what do you suggest we do here?”

Blake’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Whatever my wife wants, I will provide.” His voice dropped even lower, becoming almost predatory. “The first half of the auction is void. No starting price. Whatever my wife wants, I will secure it for her, step by step.”

His lips curved into a cold smile as he added deliberately: “I guarantee I’ll give you a price you’ll be COMPLETELY SATISFIED with.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he crossed his arms. “Words are cheap. Why should I trust

you?”

Blake tilted his head slightly, his voice hardening. “Do you have a better option?”

The tension between them was palpable. For ten long seconds, neither man moved.

Finally, Frank clenched his jaw and waved dismissively at his assistant. “Push me away,” he ordered, his voice tight with suppressed rage.

As Frank was wheeled away, I turned to Blake, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “You know