Ch. 206..210: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 206-210

Chapter 206

'Well, I don't know, but Diamond said lowering myself in front of you will make you fear me less!' Vernon complained in his heart.

He found this gesture cringy, but it seemed to work since the fear in Chloe's face gradually dissipated but was replaced with confusion.

Vernon gently cupped Chloe's hand with his palms, so he could transfer the heat into her cold bony fingers.

Chloe was so confused right now. Vernon was angry a few seconds ago, and now he suddenly kneeled in front of her like some kind of royal knight ready to vow his loyalty.

"V—Vernon?" Chloe called him again, and Vernon obediently lifted his head and looked up until his eyes met hers.

This would be the first time Vernon looked up to Chloe since they reunited. Usually, Vernon would look down on her and bully her until she got terrified and cried.

But in this point of view, he felt that he was looking at his Big sis Chloe again, just like the old times.

His Big sis Chloe would always guide him through the darkest day when he saw his late father cheat so often or when his mother screamed like a crazy woman because she couldn't tolerate her broken marriage any longer.

When he was only seven, Big sis Chloe would let Vernon sit on her lap and bury his face on her chest while trying to deafen his ear as his parents were fighting outside his room.

Only Big sis Chloe would accompany him because he would cry nonstop whenever he saw that unsightly behavior by either of his parents.

—

'Big sis, I hate them all….'

'Hate them?'

'Un, I hate my Mom and Dad. They're all bastards, and they don't love me.'

'Hush! Don't say that. They do love you,' Chloe tried to put more positive energy into little Vernon. Though she knew that was a total lie, Vernon also knew that.

'Big sis, promise me….'

'About what?'

Little Vernon looked up to stare at Big sis Chloe's gentle eyes and smile, then murmured, 'Promise that you won't leave me alone….'

—

A small childhood memory flashed in his mind, and he was dazed as he kept staring at her.

Chloe got worried that Vernon might be onto something devious. She wasn't used to being stared at for so long, as she always assumed herself to be an unattractive woman.

She tried to pull her hand, but Vernon didn't let her go, "V—Vernon—"

"Chloe…" Vernon suddenly called her name in a soft voice, which caught her off guard.

"Do you fear me right now?" Vernon asked.

Chloe looked down and stared at Vernon for a while. Strangely, she didn't feel fear of him anymore, but she knew the reason already.

Because when they were in this point of view, Chloe remembered little Vernon, whom she treasured a lot when he was young.

The young boy was spoiled yet unloved in his lavish mansion. Chloe took care of him initially because no nanny had the perseverance to take care of that little devil.

But little Vernon was very obedient to her, and she was trained to be a babysitter since she was a teenager. Because she needed to earn money to help her mother, she usually worked as a part-time babysitter for the neighbors around her house.

'Ah, little Vernon. He was so cute back then….'

Chloe shook her head as a response, and a smile bloomed on Vernon's face. He was so glad this method was working. At least he didn't scare Chloe anymore.

"Then let's talk while I kneel in front of you, so you will not find me threatening," Vernon said. "I want to talk about what happened last night—"

Chloe's eyes widened in horror once she snapped out of her daze. She had mistaken this evil, intimidating guy to be the same cute little Vernon that she adored so much.

That kid was gone— he had grown up to be cunning and ruthless, a signature trait of the Gray family.

"About last night—"

"I AM SORRY!" Chloe suddenly interrupted Vernon and panicked once he brought up the incident last night.

She was always told by everyone around her that she was the wrong one, and Vincent was just the man that he was.

So she often apologized even though she knew she wasn't the one in the wrong, but she tried to avoid conflict, even if that meant she had to bow down and apologize.

"I—It's my fault. I overreacted and bit your wrist!" Chloe admitted everything. Her mind blanked out. She just apologized and blamed herself for ensuring she wouldn't get hurt.

"C—Chloe—" Vernon didn't know why Chloe suddenly apologized and admitted her 'fault' even though it was obviously Vernon who had accidentally triggered her trauma and made her hurt herself.

"I—I will do anything as long as you forgive me. But please don't kick me out of the house or fire me from this job. I really need a place to stay for my daughter and need to save money—"

"Chloe, stop—" Vernon didn't want to hear more of her rattling because the more she spoke, the more he realized she was rattling out of sheer fear.

Chloe remembered the real reason why Vernon allowed her to stay, even giving her an unbelievable amount of salary in the first place.

Aside from cooking and taking care of his penthouse, Chloe also had the duty to service Vernon on the bed as well, being her personal whore because he wanted to experience fucking his own sister-in-law.

Thus, she used her free hand to start unbuttoning her shirt quickly. She didn't even think twice about doing it as she thought this was the only way to survive right now.

"I—I'm willing to do it with you, Vernon. Please just let me stay with Mackie, until I have enough saving to leave New York—"

"STOP! I SAID STOP, CHLOE!"

**

[PS: You can check artwork for young Chloe in the comment section.]

 

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"I--I'm willing to do it with you, Vernon. Please just let me stay with Mackie, until I have enough saving to leave New York--"

"STOP! I SAID STOP, CHLOE!" Vernon yelled out of frustration.

He snatched Chloe's hand that was unbuttoning her shirt and locked both of her wrists, making sure that she couldn't undress anymore.

Vernon was desperate to wake Chloe out of her nightmare, "It's my fault... Everything is my fault. Please stop...."

Vernon felt his heart had been shattered into pieces. He was so close to on the verge of crying. He couldn't even imagine himself shedding tears, but seeing his Big sis Chloe in this distressed state was like torture for him.

He knew he wasn't a good man, and he was very petty and held a grudge against his Big sis Chloe. Thus, he got the idea to humiliate her by turning her into his personal prostitute.

'I got what I wanted, I ruined her...' Vernon thought. 'But why does it hurt even more when she's in so much pain like this?'

'Is this really what I want?'

Vernon kept repeating that last sentence over and over. He wondered if he had done too much or shouldn't have done this in the first place.

He hated her so much for the past ten years and wished her to experience the same humiliation that Vernon got back then. He wanted her to beg for his mercy;

But when he saw her current condition, he felt nothing but a knife shredding his heart. He couldn't handle this and even thought he should forget those humiliating words that Chloe had said about him back then.

Vernon buried his face in Chloe's stomach and started sobbing like a little boy who had been left alone for so long.

His sobbing actually woke Chloe up from her daze. She saw the big guy who was supposed to be the powerful man with the world in his hand and cried while burying his face in her stomach.

It reminded her of how much of a crybaby little Vernon was. He would cry over the smallest thing possible and always come to her for comfort.

He gently caressed his hair and asked, "Vernon, why did you cry?"

"Because I can't see you like this, Big sis...." Vernon replied while he continued sobbing. He called her Big sis Chloe, but he didn't care if he sounded childish or whatever.

He just wanted to comfort her and also her comfort at the same time.

"I didn't know that I had hurt you so much...."

Chloe's mind gradually cleared after she rambled nonstop out of fear. Maybe it was his cry or the way he hugged her so dependently.

But she felt obligated to comfort Vernon as his Big sister figure, despite how much pain she bore daily.

"Vernon, I don't blame you. It's not your fault that you may see me as a worthless cheap woman--"

"YOU ARE NOT! STOP LOOKING DOWN ON YOURSELF!" Vernon yelled as he didn't want to hear her talking in such a self-deprecating manner.

"It's the truth...." Chloe said nonchalantly, feeling there was nothing wrong with her statement. "So, if you want to use my body, as long as I can stay with my daughter--"

Vernon looked up and stared at Chloe in disbelief. She looked so convinced about her statement that she was a worthless woman.

'This is not the Chloe that I know growing up...' Vernon thought. 'She was smart, bubbly, and bright. But she's now just a shell of her former self. She doesn't even have a light in her eyes....'

Vernon remembered the bright aura exuded by Big sis Chloe back then. She wasn't born into a rich family, and her clothes were very modest as she didn't have enough money to buy something expensive.

But she was beaming with confidence. She didn't mind mingling with the 'rich folks' in many of the Gray family meetings, and she could mingle well.

She became very popular in the Gray family circle simply because she was a joy to be around.

'I can't even imagine how bad was the abuse she experienced in the hands of Vincent--fucking--Gray,' Vernon thought. He didn't know why his Big brother, whom he looked up to so much, was able to do many cruel things toward Chloe, but he would NOT forgive his Big brother.

Vernon already hated him in the first place, but this was the last straw, 'I will do everything to bring you down. Once I know what you've done to my Chloe, I will make sure you experienced the same,' Vernon swore in his heart.

Unfortunately, the sunshine girl that could charm everyone had long gone. She didn't even look people straight in the eyes now. She mostly lowered her gaze to avoid staring at other people's eyes, including Vernon.

'She did that to me many times before. I always thought she was disgusted with me...' Vernon thought. Vernon had many unanswered questions regarding her, especially the real reason why Big sis Chloe could be so cruel to betray him.

...

"So, Vernon, I--I am ready--" Chloe stammered as she thought Vernon still wanted to play with her body so she could be pardoned for hurting him last night.

Vernon shook his head and buried his face in her stomach again, "You don't need to do that, Chloe. You are pardoned."

'I should be the one who begged for your forgiveness, Chloe. I've also contributed to hurting you for so long by making you my sex toy. I'm not even sure what I should do to get rid of this guilt in my heart.'

'But I want you to tell me everything, Big sis Chloe. I want you to trust me for everything....'

'I know it will be a long process, and I probably will struggle a lot to be patient with you as I also have an anger issue. But I want to be your guiding light, just like what you did to me when I was just a little kid.'

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'I know it will be a long process, and I probably will struggle a lot to be patient with you as I also have an anger issue. But I want to be your guiding light, just like what you did to me when I was just a little kid.'

'Big sis Chloe, this cute little Vernon is a big man now, I will protect you instead.'

Chloe was surprised when Vernon said that she was pardoned. She thought that Vernon would at least scream at her for hurting him.

"R--Really? Pardoned? Just like that?" Chloe asked.

She had been so used to being blamed and intimidated that she just automatically blamed herself so she could stop the conflict.

Vernon knew this would be a long battle for himself. Because he wanted Chloe to regain her confidence and self-worth and slowly heal her from the trauma.

Just like how she pulled him out of that gutter of a family.

"Yes, you're pardoned...." Vernon replied weakly, this time with a thin smile. "I'm not angry at you, Chloe."

"But--"

"And don't you dare take off your shirt. I won't do it with you," Vernon instructed, though he was actually fighting against his own urge.

But he didn't want to put more trauma in her. He wanted to have sex with her once she was willing to do it.

'Ah, this is such a torture...' Vernon thought. 'I could've touched any woman that I want, including you. But I don't want to put more trauma on your difficult life, Chloe.'

Chloe was confused. She didn't understand why Vernon suddenly lost interest in her body. She knew that she had to repay for all of his generosity somehow, even if she hated being used as his sex toy.

"T--Then, what can I do for you, Vernon?" Chloe asked anxiously as she was worried that Vernon had hidden intentions after he pardoned her freely. "I--I don't think it's right for you to just... forgive me like that."

Vernon noticed the anxiety in her. She seemed uncomfortable with being favored and loved.

Vernon clenched his jaw, enduring the heartache that was killing him inside.

"I will think about my request later, don't ask me about it again, you're going to piss me off," Vernon said.

"O--Okay..."

Vernon continued observing Chloe's expression. When he saw the relief on her face, the excruciating pain in his heart got ten times worse.

,m 'Ah, you're torturing me, Chloe....'

**

Vincent woke up in the morning after a nightmare again.

Well, it was supposed to be a nightmare for him because in that dream, he stood near the pastor, and his eyes gazed at the long aisle covered with colorful flower petals.

The beautiful melody from a pair of a pianist and violinist filled his ears as the door at the end of the aisle opened wide. His bride walked with her bridesmaid and two flower girls in front of her, scattering even more petals on the aisle.

Chloe was beautiful-- she was always beautiful, bright, and the darling of everyone she talked with.

But she was exceptionally beautiful today, wearing a long white wedding gown. Her wavy chestnut hair was let loose, adorned with a few butterfly hairpins.

She was like a goddess that walked on earth, and everyone was awed by her beautiful appearance.

She smiled as she only had Vincent in her eyes, and once she stood in front of Vincent, she murmured something without saying a word.

But from her lips movement, Vincent understood what she was saying;

'I love you, Vincent.'

Then...

Vincent woke up from his nightmare.

He stared emptily at the ceiling, and his eyes slowly shifted towards the big framed wedding picture right above the TV. It had been a while, but Vincent couldn't stop the dream he was having.

He always dreamed of his wedding day with Chloe, and he somehow remembered everything clearly in his dream.

Even though he knew it didn't matter because he was marrying a trashy bitch like her.

Vincent got up from his marital bed with Chloe and then went to the bathroom to wash his face. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

He had been looking haggard these days, especially with his dark eyebags.

Work had been very tiring, especially because he planned to expand his influence in Europe.

He knew that his little brother already got some grip in Europe's elite business circle, but mostly in England.

So he planned to help Vernon by signing deals with elite business circles in other parts of Europe, like Germany and Switzerland.

'If I can gain control there, I can help him expand in Europe also,' Vincent thought.

But of course, he also had other reasons.

He wanted to ensure he would always be on top of the pyramid.

"Vernon might be a rising star, but he is still my little brother nonetheless. I will always have the authority over him," Vincent said to the mirror.

He took a bath and prepared himself for the day. He decided not to hire any stylist anymore because he just fired the fourth one yesterday.

In his eyes, all of them were simply trash that couldn't even do a simple job.

As Vincent walked out of his room, he saw that Priscilla was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was wearing another skimpy work outfit.

She had a shirt unbuttoned for the first two, showing a little bit of her bra, and a short skirt that could barely cover her butt.

She looked more like a porn actress than a formal secretary, which actually embarrassed him.

Priscilla got up and strutted towards her boss once she saw him walking to the main door.

She tailed him from behind and tried to hug his strong arm. But Vincent avoids her by shoving her a little.

Priscilla was a little confused by Vincent's action just now. Usually, he wouldn't mind if she hugged his arms and pressed her boobs to him, especially when Chloe was around.

'What's wrong with him?'

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Priscilla was a little confused by Vincent's action just now. Usually, he wouldn't mind if she hugged his arms and pressed her boobs to him, especially when Chloe was around.

'What's wrong with him?' Priscilla pondered.

It had been at least a few weeks since that incident when Vincent kicked her out of his mansion for no apparent reason. Priscilla thought it was because Vincent was sleeping with someone else while she was away, but based on the report of a maid that she bribed— Mr. Vincent Gray didn't sleep with anyone these days.

He spent most of his time working and resting, usually watching a movie alone in his room or playing billiards or golf with business partners.

'So, the problem isn't because of a slut who wants to covet him,' Priscilla thought. 'Then, what's his problem? Why did he change his attitude and even kick me— Priscilla 'Gray' out of my future mansion?'

Priscilla tailed Vincent to the wide porch and entered the car with him. But the moment Priscilla sat beside Vincent, he gave her a side glance and asked, "Who told you to sit here with me?"

"Eh— Ah… isn't it always like that?" Priscilla asked back. She didn't find anything wrong with sitting with Vincent in the car.

"Don't you like fondling my boobs in the car? You can do it now, you know," Priscilla offered, much to Vincent's disgust.

He looked down and realized that Priscilla's very short skirt already showed her lingerie. Vincent's eyes darkened with fury, "GO SIT IN FRONT!" he snapped out of the blue.

Priscilla jolted when Vernon suddenly yelled at her. She stared at him in disbelief, hoping she had misheard what he had said just now.

"W—What did you just say?"

But Vincent was clear with his order, "Go sit in the front with the chauffeur, are you deaf or what?"

Priscilla still couldn't believe his words, so she tried to reason;

"B—But it's always been like this! I always sit right beside you whenever you're off to work!"

"And I want you to sit in the front or get the fuck out of my car!" Vincent yelled again, and Priscilla finally gave in. She reluctantly got out of the car and circled around to sit in the front seat with the chauffeur.

The chauffeur's eyes widened when he saw the view of Priscilla's lingerie that barely covered her pussy, but Priscilla couldn't care less if any man saw her private part.

She was more concerned with Vincent, who didn't even want to fondle her boobs or play with her clit while he was in the car. He loved doing it, especially when Chloe was trying to be a good wife by standing beside the car, sending her unfaithful husband off to work.

Chloe was forced to see everything that Vincent did to her body. That stupid bitch would often lower her head and try to ignore the blatant view, which greatly satisfied Vincent.

'But he did it a few times even when Chloe wasn't there to see, so it's not about that stupid bitch,' Priscilla thought. 'Besides, Vincent always said that he hated his useless wife, so he must've forgotten about that woman at this point.'

'But what makes him change so drastically?' Priscilla pondered. She turned her head to the backseat many times and saw that Vincent was dazed while staring at the view from the window.

Priscila started to wonder if Vincent was thinking of another woman. Maybe he found a woman that was sexier and more beautiful than her, giving her anxiety.

'No way, I have him dancing in my palm for so long. I know that he can't just ditch me that easily. But I've gotten the information that Vincent doesn't have any new side-chick.'

'This is bad, I need to find out about the problem or else he might forget about my body when he finds another woman. I need to tie him up and become Mrs. Gray, replacing that stupid bitch who can't satisfy her husband.'

Priscilla started creating a scenario in her head. She was thinking of some way to uncover the problem because Vincent didn't seem ready to talk about anything.

**

Vincent walked inside the main lobby of his office, and everyone bowed their heads respectfully at him.

Priscilla tailed him from behind as always. Once they entered the VIP elevator, she observed Vincent's expression, which looked grim.

"Vincent, what's wrong? Did something happen in the office?" Priscilla asked out of concern. She might be after Vincent's money, but she still cared a little about him, especially when it was about work.

After all, she didn't want her money making cow to be dried up before she could taste the richness from him, right?

"It's nothing," Vincent replied curtly. But his mind was busy with one topic that couldn't leave his head.

'Why do I keep dreaming about that worthless bitch? What's so special about our wedding day anyway?' Vincent pondered.

True, he knew that Chloe looked beautiful— so beautiful that she charmed everyone around her with only a smile.

But that was it. The only thing memorable in that dream was how beautiful she was. Vincent had met so many women in his life; some were supermodels, actresses, et cetera.

So he didn't lack women by his side, especially this one condom who didn't even feel a little bit of embarrassment showing so much skin to everyone.

Vincent lowered his head to look at Priscilla since she was shorter than him, but his eyes were greeted with two lascivious boobs squeezed in a bra, ready to be fondled.

Yet, he didn't feel like touching her at all, 'Maybe I need to find a new condom. This one is already past her due date, she looks so boring after four years.'

Priscilla thought Vincent finally wanted to touch her as he kept staring at her boobs.

She grinned and unbuttoned her shirt completely to show her pink bra, "You can touch me if you want, Vincent."

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Priscilla thought Vincent finally wanted to touch her as he kept staring at her boobs.

She grinned and unbuttoned her shirt completely to show her pink bra, "You can touch me if you want, Vincent."

…

"I know that you want it," Priscilla kept trying. She pulled her bra down, and her boobs bounced out of the tight bra, tempting Vincent to touch.

But Vincent's gaze only darkened with disgust as a response. He didn't respond and raised his head to look straight, ignoring Priscilla completely.

Priscilla was annoyed that Vincent didn't react to her seduction. She decided to go further by hugging his arm again.

Vincent didn't refuse her hug, and Priscilla buried Vincent's arm between her boobs just to seduce him further.

But it didn't seem to work at all. Vincent kept his straight face and was uninterested the whole time.

DING!

The elevator reached Vincent's office, and he pushed Priscilla away.

Priscilla lost her balance and fell on her butt, she groaned in pain, but Vincent simply walked away from her.

"Vincent, that's so mean!" Priscilla complained. She pouted cutely, hoping that Vincent would carry her just like he usually did when they were about to have sex.

But he simply left her in the elevator. He busied himself talking to Maria— the senior secretary who was busy doing a report on her desk.

The old Maria got up from her seat once she heard the scream coming from the elevator. She was a little surprised, but when she saw Vincent walking out of the elevator, leaving Priscilla inside the elevator with her body almost naked— she already knew what was happening.

It wasn't all that surprising, really.

She served the late Mr. Vaughn Gray since she was in her twenties and knew well that Priscilla had fallen out of favor.

Vincent was just like his late dad. Vaughn Gray would usually change a condom at least once a year just in case he wanted to have sex to vent out his stress of work. He would use the 'condom' like a blow-up sex doll.

Though, with their charms, Vaughn and Vincent could hypnotize those women and make them think they would be the next Mrs. Gray.

The old Maria had no intention of telling Priscilla about the condom thing, though. That bitch had been way too arrogant, thinking that she would be the next Mrs. Gray. She dared to disrespect Maria because to Priscilla— Maria was just an old secretary who would be replaced sooner or later. She didn't need to work hard to be a secretary because all she needed to do was to spread her legs and let the magic do the work.

'Yeah, that's not going to work for a long time hon, he spent four years with you, he will get bored eventually,' Maria thought for a second.

She greeted Vincent as he walked past her, "Good morning, Mr. Gray."

"Come to my office, Maria. I want to talk about the plan I told you yesterday," Vincent said before entering his office.

"Understood."

Maria prepared the paper that Vincent had requested before she went inside Vincent's office, she glanced at Priscilla, who just came out of the elevator, still with her tits dangling freely like a cheap whore from a brothel.

"Dress properly, this is a formal office, not a brothel," Maria said as she walked into Vincent's office.

Priscilla glared at the old woman who dared to disrespect her. This was just a minor setback because Vincent was distracted. It didn't mean that he didn't love her.

Vincent had been dating her for four years straight, and he was obviously so in love with her that he allowed Priscilla to sleep on Vincent and Chloe's marital bed.

​ He even laughed when Priscilla bullied his then-wife, Chloe.

'I like seeing her cry, it suits her better,' Vincent said to Priscilla when she shoved Chloe to the wall.

"Ugh, just wait, damn old hag. Once Vincent finally proposed to me, you will be the first one to get booted out of this office," Priscilla said, still believing she had a chance to be with Vincent.

"Well, for now—" Priscilla pulled her bra up to cover her tits and then buttoned her shirt.

She sat at her office chair, thinking of a new strategy to hook Vincent back into her trap. It had always been her line of thought.

How to get Vincent to quickly marry her, so she didn't need to be wary of external threats.

She knew that she had gotten Vincent in her palm. But Vincent suddenly gave her the cold shoulder, and she had to uncover the problem.

"Maybe he is talking with another woman on the phone?" Priscilla wondered as she knew that dating or cheating apps weren't uncommon.

…

"Ah, that's not possible. Vincent can literally call a supermodel to come to his house for a fuck, and that woman will be head over heels for him."

"Maybe… arranged marriage?"

Of course, Priscilla knew that Vincent came from such a privileged background, a family of old money that was so rich— they even owned a few private islands.

Now that Chloe was out of the picture— or so she thought. It was obvious that Dorothea Gray— the matriarch of the Gray family- started arranging a new woman for Vincent.

Priscilla gritted her teeth, she wasn't fond of Dorothea, and the dislike goes both ways.

Dorothea viewed her as a skank who was ogling her son, and Priscilla also viewed that old woman as a skank who was lucky enough to marry Vincent's father.

Since their hatred was mutual, none wanted to talk to each other, even on formal occasions.

Besides, Vincent had stopped bringing her to the Gray mansion because of his mother's request.

"Fuck, I can't let Vincent marry someone else. I'm already going so deep with him, there's no way I'll let him go!"

Thus, Priscilla started thinking of a method to hook Vincent, even more, making sure that he couldn't escape her.