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Henry chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of smugness.

I snuggled closer, wanting us to be joined. My emotions were running high, descending from the height of the climax I just had. My hands remained around his neck, keeping him very close, and he held me just as tightly.

“That was wild,” Henry whispered.

“Uhm hmm,” I affirmed.

I didn't even have a choice in the matter; my body had already been willed to him, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“You've no idea…” His breath caught, probably because my fingers were trailing along his waistline, briefly playing on the tip of his cock that was erect again. I didn't mind his words and continued the downward movement. Henry flipped me onto my back and was on me in an instant.

“Well, this is gonna be a very long night,” he mumbled.

Chapter twenty-nine

Trouble in Another Paradise

Henry

Amelia’s pregnancy was the best news I had heard all year. I would soon be a father! The excitement enveloped me, and I smiled when no one was looking. Julia was out of our hair – for good this time. Troy was still trying to get Nancy to sign the divorce papers without the prenup, but Nancy wouldn’t comply. She was still as stubborn as ever.

I had been trying to hold my excitement because of the troubles with Troy, but he didn’t mind. He was happy for me. Today, we met at Mother's mansion, ready to break the good news, hoping having a grandchild would make her call Nancy off her weird mission. I’d picked Troy up at his home and learned that Camille was back in his house. They’d both decided to fight the battle together. Troy had told me about the proposal that proved his love for her. He would marry her for real this time. The only bone of contention was Nancy’s presence.

“How do you plan to get rid of Nancy,” I asked. Troy fixed his hand robotically on the wheel.

“I don’t know,” Troy replied, his gaze fixed on the road. “I offered her double the amount Mom was paying, but she told me she isn’t doing it for the money.”

“Getting the divorce means you’ll honor the prenup, and that’s going to be bad for you.”

I was sure Troy already knew this. He only needed a solution, so he asked, “What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

I exhaled, taking a minute to find the right words. “I will play a reverse psychology on Mom.”

Troy took his eyes off the road for a minute, glancing at me now. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking back at the road but paying rapt attention to me.

“Look, Mom started all of this and she continued it as a game, hoping she’d beat you at it,” I said and paused. “Then, you’ve beaten her at the game a few times. But she’s come up with two things you value the most.”

“She’s giving you a room to choose between your wealthy status and your beloved wife. This isn’t even about wanting you to choose between Nancy and Camille. This was Mom trying to put an end to it all.”

Troy cut me off. “The moment I choose Nancy, she knew Camille’s self-respect would make her disappear completely.”

“The same goes with the other woman. You just have to prove to Camille that you’d choose her over any other person.” I continued, “You have to prove to Mom that you’ll also choose Camille over anything she offers, or threatens you with.”

I didn’t have to explicitly tell Troy what he should do. He grabbed my advice at the moment. Troy just needed to rub his loss off Mother’s face.

“I have to tell Mom that I’ll sign the papers with the prenup,” Troy said, repeating his rough interpretation of my words.

“I have to be convincing that I’ll sign it, and Mom will take out her queen, Nancy, by herself.”

“Exactly,” I replied.

I had lived with Mom long enough to know that she didn’t care about our love lives, because she didn’t believe in romantic love. But she cared that her sons still maintain the richest men in Richmond status. She cared that our family’s name remained on the Forbes’ list of richest people in America. Ultimately, she cared that she was referred to as the mother of two billionaire brothers in Richmond. She wouldn’t sit back while her son’s wealth crumbled in her face. That would be game over for her, and a win for Troy.

“It’s risky,” I warned my brother. “But you have to be determined; never fold your cards even when it looks like she’s still winning.”

Troy nodded excitedly. Now that I saw how accurate I had been at winning Mother’s games, I thought she was right when she said I thought exactly like her. I might just be the male version of my mother. However, we’d got everything in common except one thing – love.

Troy made the last turn through Mother’s automated gate and switched off the ignition.

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