Ch. 106..110: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 106-110

Chapter 107

Vincent headed to his house— a mansion where he, Chloe, and their daughter lived for ten years.

Vincent's car entered the garage, and the chauffeur opened the door for him. He went out and walked to the main door.

When he opened the door, everything was squeaky clean already. Because he hired more maids these days.

It was previously Chloe's job to keep the mansion in perfect condition, and she did. Vincent had to admit that Chloe was a really good homemaker. She made sure that everything was under her care. Even the garden facing the master bedroom's window was arranged in such a way to make it pleasant to look at whenever Vincent woke up in the morning.

The kitchen, the living room, patio, garden, and even something as unnecessary as bathrooms, laundry detergent, and Vincent's suits that she usually prepared daily. Everything in this mansion was under her care.

Thus, after she left, Vincent had to do everything by himself before he could find a suitable homemaker for hire. Everything in this mansion felt a little off, empty, soulless, just like another mansion he bought as an investment.

It didn't feel like home because the homemaker was missing.

,m But, Vincent scoffed as he thought it was ridiculous for him to think it was all because of Chloe;

"She's just a homemaker. That's what women do other than spending money, isn't it? This kind of job can't even be called a job since it's so easy, especially with all the money I gave her. If I have more free time, I can do it way better than her," Vincent said. "All I do is hire more maids, gardeners, cooks…."

Vincent shrugged it off and went to his room.

He was thinking about resting for a while and drinking wine while watching some movies. It was a new hobby for him to chill in his mansion after Chloe left.

He could always do it when Chloe was around, but he didn't want to.

Now he wanted to watch movies in their bedroom every night to spend time idly after Chloe left. He also tried things he didn't normally do when Chloe was around, which he liked doing rather than hopping from one hotel room to another.

He did everything and preferred this kind of simple life. But something was missing as he lived alone in this mansion now.

It was… as if he was craving for something…

Vincent entered the master bedroom, and his mood to watch movies disappeared instantly when he saw a woman lying on the bed— only wearing red lingerie as she played with her phone until she noticed Vincent, who had just come in.

Priscilla put her phone down and greeted her boss by sitting on her knees and spreading her thighs on the bed to 'greet' him.

"Good evening, Mr. Gray. Did you have an exhausting day at work? Want me to help you… ease the tension a bit?" Priscilla asked. She leaned forward to show her deep cleavage and tits that had been played by Vincent way too often.

Vincent rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue, "What are you doing here, Priscilla?"

"I'm doing my job in your bed. What's wrong with that? We did it often here," Priscilla replied, finding nothing was wrong with her seducing Vincent here since he must be tired from long work hours.

But she got a sour-faced Vincent who didn't seem to enjoy the view she gave. Even though this lingerie was purchased yesterday, still brand new! He would be the one who got the right to undress her new lingerie, and he didn't seem excited about it.

"What's with your reaction? Don't you see this is new lingerie? I bought it yesterday to surprise you!" Priscilla yelled. She was pissed off because Vincent made her feel unwanted with his bland reaction, even though Priscilla knew she was 10/10 SUPER HOT!

"I'm not interested in your lingerie," Vincent said as he took off his suit and shirt and took a beer inside his mini fridge.

Priscilla pouted, "Vincent, you haven't fucked me for five days now. What's wrong with you?! Did you not find me hot anymore?"

"… I'm not in the mood, just that," Vincent replied. "If your pussy is that itchy, call a gigolo. But you need to go now. Go to your home. I want to spend my time alone."

"What do you mean to go home? This is my home!" Priscilla claimed. Since she had kicked that old hag Chloe out of Vincent's life, she was the rightful new Mrs. Gray!

"No, you're not," Vincent sneered. "This is my house, and that's my bed."

"It's also my bed! Vincent, we did it together here often!" Priscilla said desperately, thinking there must be something wrong with Vincent because he had been refusing sex with her for five days straight without any clear reason.

Vincent's patience started wearing out. He always saw Priscilla as a condom— a term he used to describe a woman that he fucked often just to make sure he didn't catch any STD outside.

And it was easy to force Priscilla to take birth control, ensuring she wouldn't get pregnant or it'd be a lot messier.

But he just wasn't in the mood these days. Too much work to do, and Chloe leaving him while bringing his daughter was something that weighed on his mind.

"Vincent, did you get bored of me?" Priscilla asked. They did it so often that it was obvious that he might be bored with their small roleplays here and there. "Just tell me if you have a new kink or something. We can work it out!"

"I'm just not in the mood," Vincent replied shortly. He sat at the edge of the bed and started checking a few streaming services, ignoring Priscilla completely.

Priscilla was still pissed off because she had prepared this for nothing!

But she saw that Vincent completely ignored her, so she just sat beside him in bed, thinking it was all he wanted right now.

But contrary to her belief, Vincent gave her a side eye and asked, "Why are you still on my bed?"

Chapter 108

"Why are you still on my bed?" Vincent asked.

"Huh? Of course, I want to accompany you to watch any movie. What's wrong with that?" Priscilla asked. This would be the first time Priscilla sat on the bed where Chloe usually sat before and watched the movie with him.

And Vincent didn't seem to agree. In fact, he seemed to be angry, "I never give you permission to accompany me. Leave before I lose my patience."

Priscilla gasped out of shock, "How could you?! You've said that kind of thing to me before!"

"Well, this would be the first time, and you should get used to it. Now leave."

Priscilla was absolutely stunned by Vincent's harsh words. She had never felt this humiliated and unwanted in her life!

"Is it because of your fat ex-wife?" Priscilla asked.

"Huh? What are you on about?" Vincent asked back. He was already pissed off because Priscilla couldn't leave him alone, and now she needed to bring Chloe into this argument.

Priscilla crossed his arms and reported what she found today in the grocery store.

"I met with her today," Priscilla said. "Your ex-wife, she is ugly as always, ugh, just thinking about her makes me wanna puke already."

…

Seeing that Vincent didn't respond to her claim, she got bold, thinking that Vincent didn't give a crap about his fat, ugly, and old ex-wife.

"Do you know, she is shopping grocery and is planning to bake cake or pie because she bought all the ingredients and a banana. Maybe she will bake a banana pie for that greasy old man she's currently prostituting into?"

…

"Hihi, imagine that ugly blob trying to feed a greasy old man with banana pie. Gosh, just imagining it is already so ridiculous. Makes me giggle every time!"

"Banana pie is my daughter's favorite," Vincent said. His tone was already displeased enough— if it wasn't Priscilla he was talking about right now, he would've kicked this bitch out.

Priscilla gasped. She might hate Chloe so much for being Vincent's official wife. But she never damned Mackenzie because she knew that Vincent— despite all his cheating towards Chloe, actually loved his cute daughter. He even had his family picture, consisting of Vincent, Chloe, and Mackie, framed in his office.

Though, he said it was for the image he built for his colleagues at business, to show them that he was a family man.

But despite that alibi, Priscilla often accompanied Vincent to a toy store and such because Vincent often bought gifts for his daughter… if he remembered, of course.

"She is probably baking a pie for my daughter. You're slandering her," Vincent said, from his tone and expression, Priscilla already confirmed that he was really pissed off right now.

"What's with your expression? How'd I known what your daughter likes to eat? Besides, I bet she is buying all those stuff with that grimy old man's money. Ewwww, imagine feeding your child with money you get from selling your body, so filthy!"

"Get out now," Vincent had lost his patience, and he grabbed Priscilla's arm.

"Ahh!" Priscilla winced in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her harm. Vincent gripped her arm so tightly as he got up and dragged Priscilla out of the room.

"Ah! Vincent— Vincent! Where are you taking me?!" Priscilla struggled to release her arm off his grip, but Vincent's grip was too strong, forcing her to be a ragdoll that Vincent could drag freely.

They passed the bedroom, kitchen, and large living room and headed to the main door. Priscilla's eyes widened, "W—Wait, you're seriously going to kick me out? Why? What did I do wrong?!"

…

Vincent replied with nothing. He was just pissed off with this unscrupulous woman who acted as if she was the mistress of the house while she was clearly just a condom for Vincent.

"W—Wait, at least let me get dressed first! I'm literally still in my lingerie! You're not so evil to kick me out naked, right?!"

…

"Vincent? VINCENT!"

"SHUT UP!" Vincent finally snapped. He opened the main door and flung Priscilla out of his house.

"Ah!" Priscilla rolled to the floor. She felt her elbow and knee bruised because Vincent flung her with no mercy.

Vincent went to the living room and took all her stuff, including her shirt and skirt. Then he threw it in front of Priscilla's face.

Priscilla had never seen Vincent acting this cruel— Well, she did. Because Vincent did this a lot to his blobby ex-wife, Chloe. Sometimes, Priscilla even participated in bullying Chloe.

Maybe because of Vincent's influence, she grew to resent Chloe, who could only cry when Vincent did many horrible things to her. So many that even Priscilla had lost count.

Yet, now she was the one who got this horrible treatment from Vincent, and she didn't even know the reason!

"Why are you doing this to me?! Is there another woman? Who is she? Tell me, I will fuck her up!" Priscilla yelled desperately in the middle of the night. Fortunately, it was a huge mansion with a big front yard, so nobody heard her except the security guards near the gate.

"There is no other woman. I'm just tired of listening to you talking. Get lost and let me have a rest tonight," Vincent said nonchalantly. The hot eyes that made Priscilla fall in love every time they had sex had now turned cold. So cold that she almost couldn't recognize him anymore.

Priscilla knew there must be another woman in their relationship. But she was so close with Vincent that she basically followed him every day! She would be the first to know if he was actually cheating.

Of course, Priscilla knew Vincent's history of cheating with many women, including her. But she was convinced that Vincent was ready to marry her!

He literally fucked her for four years and allowed Priscilla to become his private secretary, even in front of his ex-wife, Chloe.

'Wait— Chloe?! That fat, filthy blob?!'

 

Chapter 109

'Wait— Chloe?! That fat, filthy blob?!'

Priscilla was confident that she knew everyone who talked with Vincent for four years. Something that was HER privilege that Chloe didn't have. Because for some reason, Vincent never wanted Chloe to work with him in the office, even though she offered multiple times, as she had the quality to be a good secretary.

But Vincent only scoffed at her, calling her a dumb bitch, and working as his secretary required a lot of brain power that she couldn't do because she was busy crying.

Priscilla took pride in her job as a secretary, as she thought she was competent and a lot better than Vincent's wife. It got even better as Vincent took fancy of her and started seducing her before they went all-in.

Priscilla never looked back or regretted doing it with Vincent. After all, this was Vincent Gray. He was handsome, powerful with many connections, and undeniably rich.

So rich that Priscilla could imagine she was showered with money as she became the new Mrs. Gray.

Since Priscilla was his secretary and knew all the women who talked with Vincent. She knew that Vincent hadn't fucked any woman for four years except her and hadn't been close with any.

'Obviously because I'm an expensive lady. Why'd he fuck another woman when there's me by his side?'

The only one who had meaningful contact with Vincent other than her was his ugly ex-wife, Chloe Gray. Despite being a useless bitch, that woman persisted in keeping her marriage and acted as if nothing was wrong in front of her daughter.

She tried desperately to maintain a good family in front of Mackenzie, even though it was all over.

Of course, even if Chloe was naturally beautiful, she was still a woman in her thirties, and Vincent disliked her.

Maybe he could be bored of her as well. Nobody knew, really.

'But how could that be?! Vincent wouldn't like his wife anymore. That's just stupid after what he had done to her!' Priscilla thought.

One of the reasons why she also called Chloe a dumb bitch, was because she still tried to be kind towards Vincent, despite being abused like hell for ten years straight. Honestly, it was an achievement to be such a doormat for ten years.

"Why are you sitting there like an idiot? Go wear your dress and call a taxi," Vincent said as he got even more impatient. He was ready to slam the door, but Priscilla suddenly asked;

"It's not because of her, right?"

"Why are you still on about it?" Vincent asked back.

"Vincent is it because of Chloe?! You're thinking about her after she left?!" Priscilla asked without hesitation, thinking there was no woman in Vincent's current life for the past four years other than Priscilla and Chloe.

"Shut your mouth, don't mention her name. Thinking about her makes me angry already," Vincent replied harshly. "It has nothing to do with her. That bitch can die getting aids from a random old man she found. I just don't want you to waste my time. Get lost before I call the cops on you!."

"No, wait—!"

SLAM!

Vincent slammed the door on Priscilla's face, shocking her even further, unable to react for at least ten seconds. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, "There must be another woman then. I have a feeling it's that old hag Chloe, but it'd be so weird if Vincent suddenly likes her again after abusing her for ten years."

"So who is it? Of course, he wouldn't just kick me out without reason. He loves me!" Priscilla claimed.

But for now, she had no answer, so she could only grumble and wear her skirt and shirt before calling Uber to pick her up.

She hopped in the uber and took a look from the car as the gate was closed by a security guard.

Priscilla gritted her teeth, 'I'm so close to getting what I wanted, to be Vincent's official wife. I will not let anyone hinder my plan, and I will do anything for it!'

Vincent was basically her first time and the only man she ever had sex with, and they did it so many times that she got addicted by Vincent. So if she didn't become Mrs. Gray, everything would be a waste.

'I will be Mrs. Gray.'

**

Vincent returned to his room. He grabbed his drink and sat on the bed while using the remote to search for a good movie to watch. This was the peace that he wanted, at least for now.

That woman— Priscilla, was such an eyesore for him. He fucked her for four years straight because he had gained more exposure in the media, so it was difficult to have an affair outside.

Sometimes, those bitches tried to blackmail him for sleeping with them, so he kept Priscilla instead.

"Tch, still, she is just a condom, a bitch for me to fuck for a while," Vernon murmured. He looked up and saw the big framed wedding picture of him and Chloe. There was also a slightly smaller picture on the right side. It was Mackie when she was a baby.

"Chloe, you're so dumb. Why are you getting so dramatic just because I fucked Priscilla in our bed? This is just a bed after all," Vincent said as he stared at Chloe in the picture.

Chloe was wearing her wedding dress. Vincent wouldn't lie that Chloe was exceptionally beautiful in that picture. She had a natural hourglass body and a sweet smile, and her brown hair was still waist-length.

However, the more that woman with a sweet wedding dress smiled at him, the more he felt pain in his chest. Because Vincent started imagining Chloe crying in the picture— an emotion Chloe showed in front of him almost every day after they got married.

"Dumb bitch, you have no gratitude towards me at all," Vincent said. He drank the wine straight from the bottle to drown his confused mind and heart, then spent his night alone as he decided to sleep early today, ignoring all the problems.

Chapter 110

Vernon returned to his office in a grumpy mood. He was pissed off because he had to rethink his plan before taking down his big brother. Something that he expected to be a quick but painful loss for his big brother turned into a long game.

Vernon had never been the patient man. If he wanted to do something, he would do it right on the spot.

If he wanted something, he would do anything with his power and life to get what he wanted.

And if he wanted to avenge an old grudge… he would give the worst that someone could ever imagine.

Vernon was ready to snap at anyone— fortunately, Diamond was absent when he returned to the office after getting the signature from his big brother's old secretary. She was busy contacting all the art vendors outside because her boss had literally destroyed everything in his office.

Vernon looked around in his office. The janitors had cleaned all the mess he made while venting his anger. But now, he was angry again and wanted to vent. But he couldn't do anything now because the only thing that survived was his desk— even that had an obvious crack on the mahogany desk because he punched it.

"FUCK!" Vernon cursed. He kicked the door as he got even more pissed now.

He didn't want to bring his rage to the apartment. Since his little niece, Mackie, was already home by this hour. If he couldn't control his anger, he might snap and scream at his sister-in-law until she cried like before, and Chloe was notorious for inciting his rage. That woman might have dedicated her life to making Vernon have a shorter lifespan because of high blood pressure.

No, he didn't care about his sister-in-law, but he did care about his niece. After all, he didn't want to be responsible for giving a trauma to a little girl. He wasn't that horrible.

Vernon had no place to vent his anger, and he also had no mood to go elsewhere. He just wanted to go home now.

"If I went home and that woman is making me angry again, I'll fucking blow up the whole apartment," Vernon said. He stopped at the parking lot and went up to his private elevator to his penthouse.

He stood in front of the penthouse's main door. He took a deep breath to ensure he didn't suddenly lash out at Chloe or Mackie. After all, this was the least he could do to hold his anger.

Vernon pushed the door open, stunned by the view in front of him.

He saw the TV in the living room was on, something that hadn't happened for so long. Because Vernon was always busy, this penthouse was mostly empty since he only came late at night after work and passed out tired on the couch.

Vernon allowed some of his colleagues to use his penthouse to make it look less empty.

However, the TV was currently on, and a little girl was sitting on the expensive carpet he bought at an auction, watching the TV while eating something from a large plate messily.

So messy that she might have stained the expensive carpet with her food.

The little girl was absorbed watching a cartoon, but it didn't seem to be a recent one.

Vernon glanced at the show played on TV and was even more surprised. Because it was his favorite show when he was a kid, too, Spongebob Squarepants.

Vernon approached Mackie, who didn't notice his presence. He checked the food that she was eating. The sweet scent tickled his nose, and he also realized an even stronger sweet scent from the kitchen.

He recognized what Mackie was eating just from the scent, but after he saw the appearance of the food, he was 100% convinced this was a whole banana cream pie made by his sister-in-law.

How'd he know?

Well…

Because Chloe made this for him as a reward whenever he did something admirable when he was a kid, mostly by doing chores or homework.

He found those chores and homework to be so tedious. But he did it anyway because the banana cream pie made by his sister-in-law was the best in the world.

Even after he grew up and became a teenager, he still asked for banana cream pie whenever he did something great.

The banana cream pie was one of many favorite foods for Vernon. Though, he wouldn't lie that all of his favorite foods stemmed from Chloe, who cooked him many things when she was practically his caretaker and big sister figure.

…

Vernon watched Mackie, busy munching the whole big banana pie without a break while laughing at Spongebob.

He crouched and asked, "Why are you taking my banana pie?"

"Wuh—?"

Mackie turned to the left and saw her uncle crouching in front of her. She reacted by grabbing her banana cream pie and hiding it behind her body, "Uncle, this is Mackie's banana pie! I won't share it with you!"

"You little fox thief! Your mother must've made that banana cream pie for me! Don't you know that a thief will be punished for stealing?"

"Mackie is not stealing! This is Mackie's banana cream pie! I scored A+ on the math test today!" Mackie claimed.

Vernon still couldn't believe that. "Give me back my banana cream pie, or I will eat your Mom tonight!"

"Whaaaa! That's not fair! Uncle always said you will eat Mommy! Mackie can't refuse if you want to hurt Mommy!"

Chloe heard a commotion in the living room of the penthouse. She had just finished making the banana cream pie for Vernon. When she heard the voice of Vernon and Mackie, she quickly put the banana cream pie on a large plate, ready to serve it to the devil CEO.

"Vernon, did Mackie do something wrong?" Chloe asked as she saw Vernon and Mackie were arguing (again). It seemed these two would always be in competition with each other.