Ch. 36..40: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 36-40

Chapter 36

"What do you think, sister-in-law? Which one is bigger, my brother's or mine?" Vernon asked.

Chloe zipped her mouth instantly, thinking that question was just ridiculous. To compare dick size, was he a teenager?

Vernon laughed full of ridicule, "It's okay if you don't want to answer it now. You will be honest later on, after all."

Vernon continued stroking his dick and started leaking precum from the tip. He wasn't always this hard, though.

Most of the time, he couldn't even reach full erection no matter how beautiful the woman he played with. Sometimes, he got so bored while playing that he couldn't even ejaculate while his partner was already squirting like crazy.

Thus, the fact that he could be crazy hard while playing with Chloe was already a blessing on its own.

Chloe didn't know what should she do next. She had limited experience. The only thing Vincent did to her was kissing, followed by him inserting his dick inside and then starting fucking her.

She thought that was how sex worked— until she started reading a few erotica.

Chloe tried to get up from the long sofa, but Vernon stopped him, "Stay like that, sister-in-law."

Vernon's order was stern, and Chloe couldn't refuse. She lay on the long sofa while Vernon continued jacking off right on top of her body.

He stretched his knees between Chloe's hips and started stroking even harder.

Vernon's breath got heavier, and sweat started trickling down from his temples.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

"Ughhh!" Vernon felt his cum was already in his shaft, ready to be ejaculated. He aimed his dick down and stroked quickly until he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Ugh! Cumming! FUCK!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"Ah! Mmhh!" Chloe saw white juice shooting from the tip of Vernon's big dick aiming towards her eyes. She closed her eyes and mouth so she wouldn't accidentally swallow it.

"Fuck!" Vernon continued shooting and aimed the rest of his hot cum on Chloe's shoulder and boobs.

"Ugh…" Vernon was spent after his last shot. He looked at Chloe, who still closed her eyes and shut her mouth.

Her beautiful face, slender neck, and big boobs were all covered with hickeys and cum, making a beautiful vie for Vernon.

This was the first time for him to be this excited about foreplay— and they weren't even going full-blown intercourse yet. Most of the time, he had casual sex with many women to pass his free time and trained a few women that he found interesting in that velvet room.

But with Chloe, he felt that sex couldn't be casual, especially with so many emotions and passions mixed into one.

He wasn't sure if he got excited because of her or because he was snatching someone from his big brother.

But whatever, as long as he had fun, it didn't matter.

Vernon patted Chloe's cheek before getting up, "Let's do this more often, sister-in-law. Remember, this is part of your job as my personal assistant. I expect you to cooperate in the future as well."

Vernon walked away and climbed the stair leading to his apartment on the upper floor, leaving Chloe alone, lying on the long sofa, covered with cum and hickeys.

She was still trying to collect herself after such a stimulating activity with Vernon.

Honestly, she thought she'd hate it, knowing how promiscuous and crazy Vernon could be.

But she enjoyed the most part of getting played by Vernon, making her worry about her moral ground.

'Is it really okay for me to play with a mad devil like him? Why am I enjoying it more than I thought?'

'Am I actually as perverted as him?' Chloe wondered.

While pondering, the cum started trickling down, passing her tightly shut mouth.

'Good thing I closed my mouth in time. Or else, I have to swallow his cum,' Chloe was relieved. Vincent never did something more than just regular penetration, no foreplay whatsoever, so she never knew if she had to swallow a man's cum.

She got up and returned to the bathroom, washing her body twice. The cum was proven to be so sticky and thick.

**

After a bath, Chloe dried herself and stared at the bathroom mirror, checking the kiss marks around her neck and shoulder.

It was so obvious, and knowing her skin, it would take a while to fade. The best she could do was use a layer of foundation and concealer to cover them.

She sighed full of woe, "What's wrong with him, seriously? He was angry with me in the morning and even accused me of looking down on him. But then, he suddenly returned and played with my body in various ways, including making deep hickeys. His mood swing is seriously unpredictable."

"I really don't know how what that madman is thinking."

**

Chloe wore a regular shirt and jeans. She climbed the stairs to Vernon's apartment and paused before stepping to the last staircase.

She was worried about Vernon's unpredictability.

But she still had to cook lunch, Vernon's apartment kitchen was bigger, and the ingredients were more complete, despite it being a little messy.

'Come on, Chloe, brace yourself. This is part of your job to cook, remember?' Chloe chanted in her heart.

She stepped at the last staircase and walked to the kitchen.

Her eyes darted at the living room and saw Vernon was sitting there.

He was wearing new sweatpants and a black shirt. He had just taken a bath, as proven by his damp hair.

He seemed to read something from his iPad, which Chloe predicted should be about work since he looked serious.

"Are you going to cook dinner, Chloe?" Vernon asked, but his eyes were still glued to the iPad screen.

"A—Ah, yes, I've prepared the ingredients before…." Chloe replied meekly, afraid that Vernon would suddenly yell at her for whatever reason.

Vernon had a grin at the edge of his lips, yet he still hadn't moved his eyes from the screen, "Tell me if you need help, I can cook a little."

Chapter 37

"Tell me if you need help. I can cook a little," Vernon offered.

Chloe feared this might be another trap that would set Vernon off. She was afraid to make a mistake and accidentally offended him.

'Oh, I would rather cook by myself, than get yelled at by Vernon again,' Chloe thought.

"Thank you, but I can cook by myself," Chloe refused politely, and Vernon chuckled.

Vernon finally lifted his head and looked at Chloe, who stood awkwardly. She was quite far from his position, so he picked up his round-rimless prescription glasses from the drawer and took a good look at her.

Once he got a clearer view, he could see Chloe looking away nervously, trying to dodge his gaze. The grin at the edge of his lips turned into a smirk, "Why are you so nervous? I was done playing with you today. Or maybe you want to play again?"

"N—No! I need to cook lunch now!" Chloe dashed straight to the kitchen and started busying herself.

Vernon found Chloe's nervousness to be a little endearing. He put down his iPad and walked to the kitchen.

Chloe looked down as she prepared the ingredients on the long marble kitchen counter when Vernon suddenly barged in and sat on a chair directly facing her.

He propped his cheek with his hand and asked, "What are you going to make for lunch, sister-in-law?"

Chloe was focused on preparing lunch. She was a lot more serious when cooking because it was one of her hobbies as a stay-at-home mom. She didn't know what Vernon liked, but she still remembered that Vernon liked the homemade pot roast that she made when he was still a kid.

Whenever she visited the Gray Mansion, Vernon always hogged on her and asked for a pot roast, lasagna, or even fish and chips with gravy on the side.

"I don't know if you still like it, but… I will make a pot roast for lunch. Autumn is near, and the wind starts getting chilly, so it will warm you up," Chloe said. She had a thin smile while preparing the meat. "You love pot roast that I made as a kid. I don't know if you still remember, though.."

Vernon raised his brow, and a smirk lingered on his lips, "Do you know that I've been personally served by many top chefs from around the world? Even some celebrity chefs cooked for me sometimes."

"T—That's amazing…." Chloe mumbled nervously.

"It is," Vernon found that Chloe got a little sloppy when he mentioned those top and celebrity chefs. He chuckled as he found her reaction interesting, "I've tasted so many dishes. Do you think a homemade pot roast from ten years ago will still be my favorite?"

"I don't know…." Chloe was at a loss. She was just a regular stay-at-home mom. She cooked many traditional dishes that she learned from her mother and recipes from cookbooks and the internet.

But she was definitely not on par with those top chefs.

"I—I can cook a few dishes from other countries if you want. I can also, um… search a recipe on the internet. I will try to replicate the top chefs' recipes…."

"No need. I don't think you can match them. Since they're the original cooks of those dishes," Vernon replied curtly, shooting down Chloe's hope. "Just stick with your pot roast first. I will check if it's good enough to eat."

"I—I will try my best…." Chloe tried to encourage herself.

Vernon scoffed. He got up from the chair, "Well, since you don't want me to help, you're on your own. Make sure you make a good pot roast because if it's bad, then you might lose your job."

"Wha?!" Chloe lifted her head and looked at Vernon, who smirked at her.

"What? Why are you so shocked? Cooking is part of your job, remember? Of course, I expect you to be a good cook that meets my expectation," Vernon said. "I can hire a top chef to cook for me, so if you will be the one who cooks for me daily, that means you got to meet my expectation. I won't eat any disgusting dishes just because you make them."

"B—But— I'm not a chef—"

Vernon shrugged it out and refused to listen to Chloe's nervous rambling. He returned to the living room and read the stock chart from his iPad again.

Chloe got nervous now. She knew how to make a perfect pot roast, even with the side dish if he wanted to.

The kid Vernon would love her cooking, but what about the adult Vernon? The adult him had many experiences during ten years growing up alone in the UK.

'Okay, take a deep breath, Chloe. Just make your usual, and hope it's passable for Vernon.'

Chloe started getting busy in the kitchen, and Vernon could smell the spices that Chloe used to cook the meat to tender. Something very nostalgic to him.

'So she didn't change her recipe even after more than ten years, huh?' Vernon thought. 'Makes me wonder why my brother never seems to eat her cooking.'

Vernon busied himself analyzing the stock market. Since he knew that the pot roast would take around three and a half hours to cook.

He also started texting Diamond— his secretary, telling her to start preparing for Chloe's exclusive contract that should be ready on Monday morning.

Since Chloe wanted to work with him 'professionally,' she even went as far as asking for her 'salary' to be paid early so she could move out and pay for her daughter's tuition.

It was a direct insult to Vernon's financial capability that still annoyed him. He might be in a good mood because he just played with her, but that didn't mean he forgot her insult.

'Let's see if you will like the contract I will offer you, sister-in-law. Since you've wasted my kindness to just use that black card to buy whatever you want.'

Chapter 38

It took almost four hours for Chloe to finish her pot roast. Because she had to check the taste and prepare for the plating. She was scared that Vernon would not touch the food once if she didn't make it aesthetically pleasing.

After putting everything at the dining table, she walked to the living room and saw Vernon was still working on his iPad. He seemed to be fully focused, so before she called him, she peeked a little to know what he was working at.

As expected, Vernon was checking his personal stock and also studying the stock market since his company was also operating in investment.

However, Chloe gasped loudly when she saw the amount of money inside Vernon's portfolio.

She had never seen that much money in her life, to the point that she couldn't count the amount of 0 on the screen.

Vernon looked over his shoulder. His hawk gaze looked displeased because Chloe was checking his stuff.

"Did I give you the permission to peek at my work?" Vernon got up from the sofa and turned around, towering and covering her with his broad shoulder.

Chloe was a short lady, and she instantly shrunk in front of him, "I—I'm sorry, I was… I just want to tell you that lunch is ready!"

Vernon was still displeased. He never liked seeing someone peeking at his work because the money would always incentivize people to be nice to him, including Chloe.

He opened his mouth, ready to yell at Chloe;

"You—"

Gruuukk….

…

…

Both of them went silent when they heard Vernon's stomach growling loudly, a sign that he was really hungry right now, that chicken noodle soup wasn't enough to fill him.

"W—We will continue this later. I'm a little hungry," Vernon said. His cheeks reddened, his anger deflated instantly because of hunger, and he walked to the dining table, acting as if he hadn't almost burst out, yelling at Chloe again.

Chloe sighed in relief. Thanks to that growling stomach, she was free from scolding, for now at least.

Vernon sat on the chair and looked at the pot roast in front of him.

He wanted to ask first, but she quickly moved by taking off the pot lid and then started preparing everything for Vernon's plate.

The delicious aroma coming from the pot almost made Vernon's stomach rumble twice. Luckily, his stomach didn't actually rumble again because that would be damn embarrassing after the first one.

Chloe put the meat, mashed potatoes, roasted green bean, diced carrot, and cherry tomatoes on the plate before serving it in front of Vernon.

"You like cherry tomatoes and carrots covered with gravy, right? I—I put extra for you…." Chloe tried to remember all that Vernon liked when he was a child. "Would you like more for the meat?"

Vernon only stared at her in silence, reminding him of what Chloe usually did when she was still in high school and university. He was only a ten-year-old kid. She did and asked the same thing.

His mood gradually improved, but he still said nothing.

Chloe took his silence as a yes. She added more of the meat to the plate.

"Would you want a glass of ice or warm water?" Chloe asked.

"… Warm."

Chloe nodded. She put a glass of warm water on the table for Vernon. She wanted to take a step back and let him enjoy the food, "If… you need anything, you can just tell me—Ah?!"

Chloe was startled when Vernon suddenly wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer.

"I want my first bite," Vernon said.

"Huh?"

"I said I want my first bite. That should be the part of your service," Vernon repeated his request, and Chloe was confused.

Vernon clicked his tongue, "Do I need to make it clearer? I want you to feed me the first bite."

"Ah— Okay…" Chloe thought it was so weird that a Vernon-- the unpredictable, ruthless CEO wanted to be spoonfed by her. But she conceded and picked the spoon and fork.

She mixed the tender meat and mashed potato on the spoon and a cherry tomato on the fork.

"Remember, if it's not good, you will be fired and I will kick you out of the apartment. I don't want to eat nasty food every day," Vernon warned her.

"T—This is how I always cook it. I hope you find this acceptable…." Chloe said.

"Good."

Vernon opened his mouth, ready for his first mouthful of pot roast with mashed potato.

Chloe felt strangely nostalgic when she saw Vernon opening his mouth. She put the spoon first and then the fork for Vernon to bite his favorite cherry tomato.

Vernon munched slowly to savor the taste while his hawk gaze was eyeing Chloe. Chloe gulped nervously. After Vernon finished swallowing, she asked, "How is it? I—is it passable for you?"

...

Vernon said nothing. He just grabbed the spoon and fork and started eating in silence.

"V—Vernon?"

…

"Vernon?"

…

"Vernon—"

"Silence, sister-in-law. I'm not supposed to speak while eating," Vernon said. But since he had already opened his mouth, he looked at Chloe, standing behind him like a servant. "Just sit beside me, and where is your plate? Do you think I can finish everything by myself?"

"I—I will eat after you're done—"

"Nonsense, sit here, eat with me, and stop making me talk. I need to eat first!" Vernon grumbled.

…

'How could I sit still and eat with you when my job is on the line?! You could just say yes or no. No need to make me nervous like this! What a brat!' Chloe complained in her heart but dared not voice it out loud.

Chloe picked a plate and picked very little meat and mashed potato. She also picked none of the side dishes and the gravy.

Despite the taste, she ate very slowly and seemed to have no appetite. Of course, it tasted really good, but she couldn't eat much, or she would puke it all, unfortunately.

Chapter 39

Vernon realized that Chloe was eating very slowly. Too slow, in fact, that it started bothering him.

He glanced at her while she was busy munching a slice of thumb-sized meat in her mouth. She munched it so slowly and even stopped a few times. Vernon counted that Chloe took at least ten minutes to chew that small bite of meat.

Vernon said nothing, but he kept observing by giving her a side-glance while eating his portion. Chloe ate the cherry tomato and mashed potato in a tiny portion and then started her ten-minutes chewing again.

At some point, Vernon had already finished with his big portion of food, while Chloe was eating maybe about 4 spoonfuls of the pot roast at most.

Vernon continued eyeing her until he couldn't help to get aggravated by her slow eating.

"Why are you eating so slowly? Do you not realize that you took at least ten minutes to chew?" Vernon asked.

Chloe went stiff instantly. Of course, she knew that she ate very slowly. Hence, she wanted to refuse to eat with Vernon at first because eating with her would make any food look unappetizing.

"S—Sorry…" Chloe apologized meekly and stopped eating, leaving most of the food on her plate untouched.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"S—Sorry—"

"Damn it, stop apologizing and start eating now!" Vernon raised his voice, and Chloe jolted in fear. It was like an order coming from his mouth. Thus, Chloe grabbed the spoon despite not having any appetite.

She tried eating another thumb-sized bite of the tender beef and then started chewing again.

Yet, Vernon got even more aggravated after looking at Chloe, who chewed so painfully slow. It actually got him so annoyed.

He had to put up with women he dated that tried to act like elegant princesses whenever they went on a dinner date. He had already crossed them out of his list because he didn't like a woman who pretended too much.

Now he had to put up and tolerate Chloe, who tried to pull off the same thing as well? Oh, he was already so tolerant of her.

'Come on, I've dated a real princess secretly, and she doesn't even eat like that! This is so damn irritating,' Vernon cursed in his heart. He continued staring at Chloe, who got nervous. She even started counting her chewing, hoping it shouldn't be too slow.

Gulp.

Chloe swallowed the tender meat that had been slowly chewed almost fifty times in her mouth. How could she know that she chewed it slowly fifty times? Because she consciously counted every bite, of course.

"Why are you eating like a little princess in front of me?"

"Ah— I'm not—"

"Do you think you can impress me by eating like this? I've been with so many women, and many of them tried to impress me by eating so slow in a tiny portion," Vernon said. He seemed to be absolutely pissed just because Chloe ate so slowly.

"I—I—" Chloe was tongue-tied. She was also speechless by Vernon's mood swings. She wasn't intentionally trying to 'impress' him by eating slow.

In fact, she also blamed herself for eating so slowly. She would eat quickly if she could, of course.

But her stomach seriously couldn't handle eating so fast—

"I know you're eating normally when I was a child," Vernon said. He got up and crossed his arms, "Eat fast before I return to my work. You're making me annoyed!"

Chloe started panicking. She ate a spoonful of meat and chewed it quickly— at least by her standard now, she was trying her best.

Vernon continued watching her eating quick, from one spoonful to another, until her plate was cleaned.

Vernon nodded approvingly, "See? What's so hard about that? You don't need to act so elegantly in front of me. It peeves me out."

"Y—Yes…" Chloe said weakly. Her face was already pale and sweating coldly all over her body.

'Why does she looks sick by eating normally?' Vernon wondered. But he had no time to think about it, as long as he saw Chloe eating just fine and didn't pretend. He turned around and grabbed his iPad to his bedroom.

After ensuring that Vernon entered his room, Chloe covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom near the kitchen.

She opened the toilet lead and vomited everything that she had just eaten. She slumped on the bathroom floor while vomiting nonstop until she could feel nothing but burning pain inside her throat and stomach.

It took a while until Chloe could recover. She grabbed the sink to prop herself up.

Chloe looked at her expression in the mirror.

She was ghastly pale, and her face was drenched in a cold sweat. Of course, she knew well what had happened to her because she had already done the same routine for a long time, especially when her depression was at its peak.

She would constantly cry and vomit anything she ate, to the point that she almost ate nothing but liquid, like an elderly.

What Vernon didn't know was that… Chloe had a long-time problem with body image and two eating disorders, anorexia and bulimia, all stemmed from her depression and the fact that Vincent always called her a 'fat bitch' or 'whale' so ruthlessly. As if Chloe was nothing but a piece of meat waste in front of him.

Vincent even allowed his secretary to call her 'blobby' many times without ever reprimanding his secretary. Chloe was so devastated that she started dieting, but her obsessive diet turned into anorexia and bulimia, and she would automatically puke everything she ate if she ate too fast or too much— by her standard now, of course.

She was thin now, even thinner than her original weight before marrying Vincent.

But, she was also on her way to keep shedding her weight until she might become truly anorexic.

"Ah, what should I do? Vernon cannot hear about this," Chloe mumbled while staring in the mirror. "If he knows I have a problem with my body, he might find me annoying…."

Chapter 40

"Ah, what should I do? Vernon cannot hear about this," Chloe mumbled while staring in the mirror. "If he knows I have a problem with my body, he might find me annoying…."

"Maybe he will even kick me out after finding me not suitable to work for him. He is very unpredictable after all…."

Of course, everything that she said just now was a mere assumption.

But knowing how Vernon could be so easily irritated and angry, she didn't want to take her shots.

All she wanted was to save a lot of money for her daughter, and maybe she could do another job, or open a store later, just any way to support herself.

She could get money from the divorce settlement, but Vincent refused to divorce her, and knowing his and all of his corrupt, powerful connections, Chloe would be the one in the wrong and suffer the most damage.

She had no plan to woo Vernon whatsoever. She didn't even believe in love anymore…

"Staying with Vernon is temporary," Chloe said to herself.

**

Vernon fixed his cuff as he got out of his room. He looked around to find Chloe and frowned when he saw the dirty plate still on the dining table.

"Where is she?" Vernon wondered.

"Sister-in-law?"

…

"Chloe?"

…

"Chloe!" Vernon raised his voice and finally got a response from a bathroom near the kitchen.

"Y—Yes!" Chloe opened the bathroom door and shambled to reach Vernon.

Vernon's brows scrunched when he saw the pale expression, wet face, and hair but didn't comment.

"I have a meeting until late at night with one of my partners. Restock the fridge and buy it in Grand Central or Citarella Gourmet Market. I always told Diamond to buy there. Use the card I gave you," Vernon instructed, hinting that the groceries in his penthouse were restocked by Diamond and also hinting at the fact that he tolerated her cooking, much to her relief.

Chloe nodded meekly and hesitated a bit as she asked, "Um… Vernon, may I know if I can take a little money from your card?"

"Huh?"

Chloe quickly explained her reason, "M—My daughter, Mackenzie. She has been through a rough time in her school. I want to treat her a little by going to her favorite restaurant— P—Please just cut my salary. I will save all the bills and give the total I took from your card…."

…

Vernon scoffed. He thought it was ridiculous— even downright insulting for him.

Did she not realize that she had Vernon's black card? Or this was a hint that she wanted her own card? Forcing Vernon to dump a lot of money into a new account under her name so she would be satisfied?

Whatever he didn't want to think about it now.

"You can do whatever," Vernon said. He walked away, and Chloe kept thanking him.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Tch…" Vernon clicked his tongue annoyedly. Chloe really liked to insult him, making it seem like Vernon was some kind of monster that would yell at her for spending on stuff.

'She is no different than the rest of them,' he thought.

**

Chloe waited until Vernon closed the door and sighed in relief. She was scared that Vernon would yell at her again.

She did the same when she was with Vincent, though. Because Vincent would always call her out and even mocked her for days if she spent something moderately expensive with his card.

Even if she bought a dress for 100 bucks, Vincent would ridicule her, saying she wasted a lot of money on something she couldn't use because she was fat and ugly.

"Vincent always told me to spend whatever with his card since he is rich. But always laughed and ridiculed me, even bringing up the fact that I spent his money whenever we have an argument," Chloe mumbled as the memories of Vincent ridiculing her over and over flashed in her head.

"The pattern happens so often, it makes me wonder if Vincent deliberately persuades me to buy whatever with his card, only to laugh at me, so I constantly feel guilty…." Chloe assessed.

She might not like Vernon for his mood swing, unpredictability, and his madness in general.

"But at least he is willing to be professional and subtract my salary to buy things. That's better, so I don't feel guilty spending his money…."

**

Chloe picked up Mackie from her math tutor and drove to the upper east side.

"Where are we going, Mommy?"

"We're going to restock our grocery!" Chloe replied.

"Wahh!" Mackie always loved going grocery shopping because Mommy would always allow her to buy any kind of snacks— ice cream, cookies, potato chips, and many more!

"And I know you must be very tired today, so we will go to your favorite restaurant!"

"WAHHHH! Is it in Uncle Daryl's The Brown Hut?!" Mackie asked— mentioning her favorite restaurant. They visited that place so much that they were recognized by Daryl, the restaurant's owner.

It was kid-friendly, and Mackie loved eating the strawberry shortcake and mille-feuille in that restaurant.

"Yes, we will go there for dinner! I will allow you to order not only one but two desserts!"

Mackie was so happy that she started making cute dances with her arms.

Chloe chuckled. She was happier whenever she saw her daughter happy, even dancing around. At some point, she was already suicidal with all the cheating, insult, and emotional abuse done by Vincent— she started being suicidal.

She had no idea why she had to live when the man she loved and devoted to used her as an emotional punching bag for his entertainment.

But she remembered that her daughter still needed her.

Vincent could go to hell for all she cared for, but Mackie needed her presence, and her daughter became her sole support system for her.

"Mackie, are you happy now?"

"Umm, yes! Mackie was sad before, but I'm happy now!" Mackie replied cheerfully. "Why are you asking, Mommy?"

Chloe shook her head as she continued driving, "It's nothing, dear."