Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Dorothea was shocked when she heard Judith plead like her life depended on it. She disliked this woman for leeching off her son, but she never hate Judith. She simply ignored her existence.

"I… I will not punish you or whatever," Dorothea said. "But you got to give me Chloe's phone number, I need to talk to her. You have her number, right?"

"W—Well, I do. Though, I don't know if she still uses this number though, since she's uncontactable," Judith said carefully. She rarely had any conversation with Madam Gray. Dorothea usually ignored her because she wasn't part of her elite socialite group, and Judith knew her place naturally.

"It's fine, just give it to me," Dorothea insisted. "I have an important thing to ask of her."

Judith went silent for a moment and muttered, "Madam, may I know if I will get any reward for giving you her number?"

Dorothea frowned, "A reward? What do you mean?"

"I mean, since I will give you my daughter's number, I'm actually giving you a private information. Shouldn't I get a reward for taking the risk?" Judith muttered, and her voice got even lower as she specified what she truly wanted, "Such as… money."

Dorothea rolled her eyes almost instantly. Of course, this woman wanted money from her. Vincent told her that Chloe's family was a leech who kept begging for money, so he had to give them because Chloe also begged.

'I guess this part is true…' Dorothea thought. "Fine, just send me the number first, and I'll send you some money."

"I'd prefer if you gave me the money first, Madam Gray…." Judith insisted, then texted Dorothea, "I've sent my bank account number. I have Paypal and Venmo, too, if you want other methods."

Dorothea was speechless by this woman's shamelessness. They were about the same age, and Dorothea didn't even have Venmo.

"Wow, makes me surprised on how much you value money, do you put the same value to your daughter as well?" Dorothea asked sarcastically.

But Judith didn't care.

She was in a pinch right now.

Chelsea resigned from her teaching job because she was convinced that Vincent would wed her. Thus, Chelsea didn't give Judith enough money. She said she'd use this money to get work done on her face.

Judith asked for more for herself and her grandsons, but Chelsea refused unless Vincent sent her money, and she was convinced he would send more money since she claimed that Vincent was in love with her.

Judith might have some fantasy, but she wasn't as deluded as that.

She needed money to survive… and buy a few fancy things she liked.

"Did you send the money yet, Madam Gray?"

"You're unbelievable," Dorothea mocked while she sent five grand into Judith's bank account. "There, I sent it. Give me her number now."

"Alright, I got the money. Thank you so much, Madame Gray," Judith said politely. "Let me send you her contact information."

"Oh no need to be polite, not after you extort my money," Dorothea scoffed. She hung up and waited for Judith to send Chloe's number.

—

Judith texted Chloe's number after a moment. Dorothea was about to call Chloe immediately.

But her thumb stopped when she was about to press call.

"Wait—" Dorothea paused. She wondered if calling her out of the blue was the correct thing to do.

After all, Chloe always showed that bashful nature whenever confronted by someone, which Dorothea thought was just an act because she wanted to please Vincent with her timidity.

'Maybe she's truly timid…' Dorothea pondered. She considered this for a while and tossed her phone into her bag. 'I'll just call her tonight. Hopefully, she'll be well rested and ready for a small talk with me.'

**

Vernon was enduring the rage building inside his heart. His expression was so sour, yet Vincent didn't seem to notice it because he was busy watching the video of his fight with Chloe while rubbing his bulge like a depraved asshole.

"Big bro, if you have nothing to talk about, then please excuse me," Vernon said. "I see that you want to beat your meat while watching that video."

"Hahahah! Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Vincent tossed his phone to the sofa and got up. "I just found it really fun to see her struggling and trying to fight back despite knowing the result, it's a big turn on. You can call this a fetish— but this is the fetish that our late Dad had," Vincent smiled at Vernon and added, "Who would've expected that I would also inherit his fetish? You might find it weird for now, but you'll understand me later, Vernon. You'll also develop the same fetish that I have."

"Never," Vernon denied without thinking twice. He already felt so sick thinking about it. "I don't have that kind of fetish, Big bro."

Vincent smiled and shrugged, "Really? I heard from one of your exes that you like playing some BDSM before sex. You like to see them in pain, don't you?"

Vernon's body stiffened. He felt like choking on air because Vincent outed him like this.

Vincent's smile grew wider as he found the rumor true, "Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe you just like it when they beg, or when they're in pain, but wanting more. Or maybe you just like the feeling of power over your woman. You're just like me, Vernon Phoenix Gray, no need to be ashamed of it."

Vincent finally noticed Vernon's sour face, but he didn't mind it. He just assumed that maybe his fetish disturbed Vernon a little. It wasn't surprising if someone was surprised— or even disliked Vincent's preference, but this was Vernon— his own Little bro who disapproved of his preference, so he had to set something straight first, "You're too obvious with your dislike, Vernon, I know you don't like my preference. You shouldn't be a hypocrite, because we both know you also have the same taste as I do."