Ch. 301..305: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 301-305

Chapter 301

"Well, not anymore. One of them is brave enough to hide my wife and daughter. He is challenging my authority, so everyone will have to suffer until that guy's identity is revealed," Vincent murmured.

Vincent was deep in his thoughts until the driver stopped and opened the car door for him.

"Sir, we've arrived."

"Hm."

Vincent exited the car and was greeted by four maids who bowed their heads politely, "Welcome home, Sir."

,m ...

Usually, he did not need this kind of greeting as he arrived. He didn't need it and wasn't vain enough to act like he was some kind of king.

But it felt a little empty when there was nobody who greeted him as he returned home.

'It should be Chloe's job,' Vincent posited. 'She would usually rush to greet me at the front door everytime I returned home. She acts like a cute little wife, even though she is fat and ugly.'

Of course, Vincent would ignore or straight-up insult her if he was in the mood. Calling her a perfect doormat because she acted like one, a doormat he could stomp and clean his feet on.

'Usually she would look sad and even hold back tears, because there were so many maids watching. But I know she's crying in secret,' Vincent recalled. 'Ah, good times.'

Vincent glanced at the beautiful maids that were assigned to greet him. They were young, probably not more than 25 years old, and they were trembling in shyness.

'Hmm, they're beautiful, even more than my previous condom, Priscilla...' Vincent thought. 'But...'

It was hard to admit, but Vincent truly had no lust for them right now. In fact, he had no strong desire to have sex for months.

'What I truly want to do right now... is to make that bitch give up and surrender herself in desperation. Then I will beat her until she cries and begged for her life.'

'Only with that, I can feel at east and fuck every single one of these women, like usual.'

Vincent was quite content with his life before. Too bad Chloe decided to be a bitch and ran away, 'Well, it's just a matter of time 'till she returns home with Mackie.'

Vincent entered the master bedroom. He changed into a regular white polo shirt. He headed to his private office as he still had a few documents from his old secretary, Maria.

He would rather leave the office at five and then continue his work in his private office in the mansion.

He didn't know the exact reason, but when he entered his home office and looked around the office decorated by Chloe, he felt comfortable and at ease.

'Well, it looks cheap, and doesn't show the mightiness that my family has. But it does feel homey,' Vincent commented.

He started working on a document when he heard a knock on the door.

The maid from outside opened the door and then bowed her head politely, "Sir, there is a guest insisting to meet you outside."

Vincent frowned. He didn't remember inviting anyone tonight.

"Who's the guest?"

"Ah-- um..." the maid hesitated for a moment. Because, based on Master Vincent's command a month ago, this woman wasn't allowed to enter the mansion anymore.

"Speak."

"I--It's Miss Priscilla, Sir," the maid replied. "The security guards already asked her to leave, but she insisted on staying until you accepted her in."

Vincent's expression turned ugly instantly. He was already tired of that woman after using her for four years.

Her pussy started to feel loose, and he wasn't in the mood to have sex with anyone for now.

So he simply ditched her.

'I've given her more than enough for the past four years. Her loose pussy has passed the expiration date,' Vincent thought.

"Tell her to leave--"

"VINCEEEEENTTTT!!!!"

Vincent was interrupted by the deafening scream that filled the mansion.

Priscilla broke through the barrier of maids by slapping and pushing them away, "Let me go, you bunch of peasants! I'm going to meet my boyfriend, don't you see? I AM PRISCILLA GRAY!"

The maids were also scared of this woman. Because she really looked like a crazy whore from the street.

She attacked everyone who dared to approach her and screamed rape whenever the security guards-- all men, tried to grab her arms and exposed shoulder.

Vincent sighed and told the maid in his office, "Let her in."

"Y--Yes, Master Gray."

...

"Hmph! I will fucking fire all of you for touching me! Don't you see that I will be your new mistress?!" Priscilla continued yelling at the maids who escorted her like a madwoman. She didn't even care if Vincent heard her.

In her head, she just needed to give Vincent one wink, and he would be crazy about her again. It had always been like that for the past four years.

The maids escorted Priscilla into Vincent's home office, and they left quickly.

The maid closed the door with Priscilla still yelling at them, "Ungrateful servants! I will replace all of you!"

Vincent was already glaring full of displeasure at this street whore. But he refrained from commenting because he wanted to see her next move.

Vincent coughed once to catch Priscilla's attention, and Priscilla turned around to stare at her handsome boyfriend.

Priscilla combed her hair with her fingers quickly. She strutted towards Vincent while shaking her hips left and right to create a sexy aura around her body.

Vincent watched Priscilla without any interest. His dick didn't even get hard when watching Priscilla's big tits bouncing, almost bursting out of her tight dress.

Honestly, he didn't understand what had happened to him. He used to like sucking on this woman's tits before.

But now, he felt nothing but disgust, as he found her body quite repulsive, especially when she acted like a slut in front of him.

'Has my taste changed? Usually I love looking at women who act like a whore in front of me. But now... I found them to be disgusting.'

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'Has my taste changed? Usually I love looking at women who act like a whore in front of me. But now… I found them to be disgusting,' Vincent thought.

He leaned on the backrest as he watched Priscilla approach him.

He remained silent and motionless as Priscilla sat on his thigh coquettishly. She leaned on Vincent and rested her head on his firm shoulder. Her strong sweet perfume wafted under his nose, making him nauseous.

"Darling~ why are you so cold to me these days?"

…

Vincent had had no reaction so far. He was waiting for his dick to get hard. But even when they embraced each other like this, he had no desire for her.

He found her repulsive, and that was all of it.

Priscilla realized that Vincent had no reaction down there. Usually, he would start kissing her shoulder, neck, and tits.

But he just sat still like a statue right now.

'This is still okay. Vincent was often unresponsive because he was stressed with work. I just need to be more proactive and tease him more,' Priscilla tried to convince herself, even though deep down, she knew that Vincent was no longer interested in her.

But Priscilla continued clinging to the idea that Vincent wouldn't get bored of her. She recalled so many moments where they shared their loving embrace and how many times he uttered the word 'love' while fucking her.

'There is no way his feelings would disappear so easily. He's obviously in love with me!'

Priscilla continued seducing Vincent by placing her palm on his chest, then whined sweetly;

"Umm… darling~ Why don't you touch me these days? I've been waiting for you to taste my body and ram your hard dick inside me…."

…

Vincent continued staying still, not moving a finger even though he felt nothing but disgust and wanted to slap the fuck out of this bitch for sitting on his lap.

He wanted to see how far she would go to seduce him and whether he would actually get hard from it.

Seeing that Vincent didn't refuse her, Priscilla got bolder. She caressed his neck and the firm pecs under the thin polo shirt.

Vincent was still unresponsive. He felt a little ticklish, but it wasn't something that would make him go crazy. It didn't even awaken his desire.

Priscilla's palm went down and started rubbing Vincent's stomach while she leaned closer until her tits were rubbing against the polo shirt.

"Ummhh… Mr. Vincent Gray— Darling~ why don't you do something with my boobs? I want you to play with them~."

…

Priscilla started worrying because Vincent wasn't moving or looking interested in her seduction. Thus, her hand went down again, and started rubbing his crotch.

To Priscilla's surprise, Vincent didn't get hard at all, even after all she had done so far.

Priscilla stopped rubbing Vincent's crotch and looked up to check his expression.

"V—Vincent?" Priscilla's blood went cold when she saw how Vincent was looking down at her with a cold gaze, and it was the same gaze that he usually showed in front of Chloe.

"Vincent, why are you staring at me like that?" Priscilla asked.

Vincent finally opened his mouth, and the first sentence he said was;

"Get off me."

"B—But—"

"I said get off me," Vincent repeated as he got more impatient.

Priscilla refused to believe that Vincent felt nothing when trying her best to seduce him. She couldn't believe how a man who was crazy over her could change in less than a year.

"W—Why don't you touch me? Am I lacking in something?" Priscilla asked. "Do you want me to do something? I thought you love me!"

Priscilla desperately clung to Vincent's body. She hugged his arms as tight as she could, not wanting to lose the man she had loved for four years straight.

Vincent was pissed off now. This bitch seriously believed he would love a condom, a woman he used to have sex with at random places and random times because he didn't want to get random STDs.

"Get off now or I will call the guards to bring random hooligans outside to fuck you here," Vincent threatened.

Priscilla almost fainted when she heard that threat. Vincent never backed off from his threat, and she definitely didn't want to get fucked by a random hooligan.

Thus, she released his clutch and separated herself from Vincent.

She hopped off and took a step back from Vincent, afraid she might accidentally incite his anger even more.

Vincent observed Priscilla from head to toe with his viper gaze, and she lowered her head instantly.

She was scared and had never felt this way for four years of their relationship. He was nothing but sweet for her, but why did he change so suddenly?

'What did I do wrong? I thought we would have a beautiful life together…' Priscilla pondered as she still couldn't accept the new fact that she wasn't Vincent's favorite woman anymore.

'This is supposed to be Chloe's position. She is supposed to be the one who's hated and unloved by Vincent, not me!'

Vincent noticed the anger and resentment in Priscilla's eyes. She seemed shocked to react but continued making up scenarios in her head.

​ Though, it didn't seem to be directed towards him since she didn't even dare to look him in the eyes right now.

To be honest, Vincent was still pissed off by this delusional bitch who dared to seduce him even though he kept showing that he wasn't interested in her at all.

She passed her expiration date as a condom. She was all used up, and Vincent simply had no interest in using her service or finding a new condom. Since he was too occupied with work and setting up everything to ensure his wife returned by his side.

Though, he still needed to give this woman more leniency and appreciation.

After all, he had been using her service for the past four years, the longest duration that Vincent had ever kept a condom.

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Though, he still needed to give this woman more leniency and appreciation.

After all, he had been using her service for the past four years, the longest duration that Vincent had ever kept a condom.

There was a long silence between them until Vincent opened his mouth;

"So, what do you want?" Vincent asked straight to the point.

"Ah, w—what do I want—"

Of course, Priscilla had something that she wanted to say. She wanted Vincent to catch that fat whale Chloe, drag her to the bathroom, and let Priscilla get her revenge by beating the shit out of her.

But she couldn't outright say that.

Whenever she wanted something or wanted Vincent to do an errand for her, she would say it after sex. Because Vincent would be in a good mood and would just nod and accept whatever request Priscilla had.

'This is obviously not the right moment for that request….'

Hearing no response from Priscilla, Vincent repeated his question;

"I said, what do you need? I know that you want something, right? Is it money? I thought I've given you enough for four years, but I guess that's not enough."

Priscilla was stunned by the accusation and even more stunned when Vincent ripped a blank check and then wrote fifty thousand dollars in it.

He stuffed the check inside Priscilla's cleavage and said, "Here's your money. Don't you dare blackmail me after this, or I might have to solve the problem with a bit of force."

…

Priscilla looked down and grabbed the check squeezed between her tits. She checked the number, and it was true. He gave her fifty thousand dollars.

Priscilla was humiliated. She couldn't believe that Vincent would put a price on her for a measly fifty thousand dollars!?

She wanted to rip the check in front of him to show that she wasn't a cheap whore, but then she remembered that she barely had enough money to support herself in her bank account.

Of course, she had money in the form of expensive bags and jewelry that Vincent had bought for her for the past four years. But those held sentimental value to her, and she refused to sell them unless she needed to.

So, she refrained from ripping the check and simply hid it behind her back.

Vincent watched her movement and scoffed, full of irony and ridicule, when he saw how she accepted the check reluctantly, "You get what you want, leave me alone."

…

Priscilla didn't move an inch even after Vincent told her to leave, but she lowered her head as she didn't dare to look straight at him, staring at her with his displeased gaze.

The same gaze that he often gave to Chloe.

"What now? Do you want more money?" Vincent sighed. He was about to rip another blank check and wrote fifty thousand dollars again, so Priscilla would get a hundred thousand dollars.

But Priscilla quickly refused, "That's not what I want…."

'Besides, I don't need that kind of small money when I can have you, Vincent. I am going to be Mrs. Gray in the future after all,' Priscilla said in her heart, still trying to convince herself that she deserved the title.

"Then what do you want? Say it quickly, I have things to do."

"I—" Priscilla tried to find a good sentence to start the conversation. "I met Chloe today."

Vincent's heartbeat skipped for a second. His gaze darkened, and he inquired more, "Where and what time?"

"In a cheap diner in downtown Brooklyn. I met her around two in the afternoon, she was having her lunch alone ...." Priscilla replied.

"Did you take a picture of her?"

"Huh? Why would I take a picture of her? That's a waste of space in my phone!" Priscilla retorted quickly.

She couldn't imagine having to save that fat whale's picture in her phone, 'Yuck, that would take half of my phone storage, ewwww….'

Vincent clenched his fist instantly. He wanted to rip this bitch's mouth for talking shit about his wife.

But he controlled himself from doing so. He wanted to see what this bitch had to report.

"Then, what's her current condition?"

Priscilla started to get annoyed when Vincent kept asking about Chloe's well-being. Obviously, he should've asked about her condition first.

'Ugh, why did he become so affectionate to that fat whale? There's something seriously wrong about him!'

However, Priscilla replied reluctantly, "She is putting on some weight…."

"PUTTING SOME WEIGHT?!"

"Y—Yes…"

"So she looks normal now?"

"No… she's still thin. But not as thin as before…." Priscilla replied. She knew that Chloe's weight had fluctuated extremely for the past four years.

When she first met her, Chloe was obese. She was simply unkempt, fat, and ugly. That was why she kept calling her fat whale or blobby to tease her because the image of fat Chloe was already ingrained in her memory.

But after three years, she lost so much weight that she was practically skin and bone.

Vincent gritted his teeth.

'All my hardwork for the past ten years to keep her either extremely obese or thin as paper will be in vain at this point,' Vincent thought. 'I have to make her starve to near death by her own free will again once she returns. Or if she's already fattening herself, I need to make her extremely fat and disgusting again.'

The more Vincent imagined the sexy and gorgeous young Chloe who made everyone fall in love, the more pissed off he got.

'What did that asshole do to my wife? Did he make her feel safe and happy, so she will start bettering her body again? HAH, what an idiot! You're supposed to make her ugly and unwanted!'

Priscilla witnessed the range of emotion that Vincent showed on his face. She got concerned because Vincent was supposed to be a very unreadable and unpredictable man.

He never showed too much emotion unless when he was laughing at Chloe, who cried and begged to be left alone.

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Vincent never showed too much emotion unless when he was laughing at Chloe, who cried and begged to be left alone.

It made Priscilla wonder if she should tell him about her request or not...

Meanwhile, Vincent was busy with his own thoughts right now. He was angry at Chloe for running away and fixing herself. In his mind, the way Chloe became ugly and unwanted was completely justified, because he was protecting her.

'That bitch, she wants to be beautiful like ten years ago because he wants to seduce men, huh? All my hard work for ten years to keep her safe will be in vain, what an ungrateful bitch!'

It took him a while to calm down, trying to regulate his breathing as he was about to burst at this point.

'Okay, calm down, Vincent. You can always mold her again later. She is a weak-willed woman. You just need to do the usual.'

After he calmed down, he shifted his attention to Priscilla, standing still the whole time. All her usual sassiness was gone after Vincent didn't even get aroused by her seduction.

"What did you do when you met her in that diner?" Vincent asked.

"Ah!" Priscilla thought this was her chance to report what Chloe did to her. So Vincent would be angry and punish that fat whale for defending herself, even attacking Priscilla.

Thus, she pouted, puffed her cheeks to make herself cuter, and replied, "I approached her, and then asked her what she was doing there."

"And then?"

"Then I lifted my hand. I want to slap her!"

...

Vincent's breath heaved again. He knew that it was something he usually told Priscilla to do. He even took joy when he saw Chloe getting slapped by Priscilla.

But for an unknown reason, he was furious when he heard that Priscilla wanted to slap his wife.

"Did you do it?"

"Well, sadly no...." Priscilla grieved as if she had been wronged. "She caught my hand, and then slapped me back until I got dizzy and fell to the ground...."

Priscilla finally lifted her head and stared at Vincent with eyes glazed with tears, "She slapped me so hard that I almost cried, Darling... Please avenge me. I want you to beat her, slap her ten times more than what she did to me!"

...

Vincent got up from the chair and walked towards Priscilla. Priscilla didn't notice any hostility from him, so she stood still until Vincent stood before her.

"Tell me, love. Where did she slap you?"

"My left cheek. She slapped me on my left cheek, and left a bruise that I need to cover with makeup...." Priscilla complained pitifully.

The cute and pitiful beauty would have roused the desire to protect from any man's heart, and nobody would be able to resist her charm.

Unfortunately, Vincent wasn't just 'any man.'

"I see..." Vincent gently put his big, warm palm on Priscilla's right cheek and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Is your right cheek still hurting, my love?"

"Yes, it's still hurting!" Priscilla replied. She felt happy when Vincent was

"Well, let me help you."

Vincent raised his hand and--

PA!

"AHHH!"

Priscilla fell to the floor when she felt a shocking, stinging pain on her right cheek.

Vincent slapped her so hard that she got a concussion twice as painful as Chloe inflicted on her, to the point that she was paralyzed while lying on the floor.

Her ear rang after the slap, but she could hear Vincent's words clearly, "Don't you ever hurt my wife again, you cheap whore."

Priscilla couldn't believe what she had just heard. She tried to open her mouth despite the concussion and muttered weakly, "Why... Why did you do this to me? Aren't I... your lover?"

"Lover? Don't make me laugh," Vincent rejected and showed a disgusted face. "I tolerate you because I've been using you for four years so I won't get random STDs. But I've grown tired of your pussy. You're loose, and I'm no longer interested in you."

Priscilla's heart sank when Vincent hinted that she was just a woman he used for fun. Because she knew that wasn't the case.

'He's just unstable right now. He still loves me. I know he still loves me... right?' Priscilla asked herself, trying to make up whatever reason she had in her mind just to picture Vincent in a better light.

"But... but... you told me to slap her before...." Priscilla murmured. "Why... Did you change, Vincent? We... we're supposed to torment her, right?"

Vincent was taken aback by the question.

True, he had changed for an unknown reason. He still wanted to beat the shit out of Chloe, but he would get angry when someone else did it for him.

Usually, Vincent would allow Priscilla or a random maid he appointed to slap or push Chloe to the floor.

,m They could also gang up on her whenever Vincent was in the mood to see Chloe begging for her life.

'What happened to me, seriously? Why did I become so lenient on Chloe? Am I the good guy now?' Vincent knew that he was a good guy in the first place. The amount of praise and worship he got from the masses because of his money and charity act was enough to prove it.

But he never knew he could be a good person for his filthy wife.

'Does that mean I've spared Chloe by not allowing someone else other than me to beat her? Ah, she should be grateful then, knowing how benevolent and forgiving I am when we reunite.'

Vincent was still trying to process the idea of being kind and forgiving to Chloe. He rarely beat Chloe with his hand because he didn't want to dirty his hand and only did it when Chloe tried to struggle or fight back.

But now, imagining someone else beating Chloe gave Vincent an unprecedented sense of jealousy.

He lowered his head to look down at Priscilla, 'Good thing this side piece didn't hurt my wife.'