Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 277: You have lost everything

Hugo and Susan exchanged a glance and broke into laughter, which sounded cruel and menacing.

"How could Megan be your child," Susan sneered, her tone dripping with disdain, "when I never even slept with you?"

Oliver’s fingers curled into fists as he trembled in rage.

"Megan is my daughter with Hugo," she continued with a mocking smile. "She is the same age as Raya. But we needed her inside the Granet family, legitimized, protected. You wouldn’t marry me. You wouldn’t even give me a name, and truthfully, I never wanted to marry a man like you. But I did want security for my daughter."

Her expression darkened. "That’s when Hugo and I started planning against Margaret."

Oliver shook his head as if trying to shake away the truth, to deny what he was hearing. "I can’t believe it..." he muttered. His burning gaze snapped to Hugo, hatred radiating from him. "You said you were friends with her. You pitied her. And yet you hurt her more than anyone else. Is that what friendship means to you? If you wanted revenge, why not come for me? Why drag Margaret into it? Why destroy an innocent girl’s life?"

Hugo’s expression twisted with bitterness. "I did value her friendship," he growled. "I thought we had something genuine. She was the only one in the Granet family who ever treated me like I mattered. I believed she’d stand up for me. But when you threw me in jail, framed me, she never came."

Oliver’s gaze drifted into the distance as a memory surfaced. Back then, he had issued a firm warning to Margaret—made her choose. He told her that if she ever maintained contact with Hugo, he would cut all ties with her. Without hesitation, she had agreed and promised never to see Hugo again for the rest of her life.

Hugo’s voice, thick with anger, snapped Oliver back to the present. "She abandoned me. Just like the rest of you. I started hating her, and I wanted to punish her."

He took a step forward, face shadowed with fury. "So yes—we planned it. Margaret’s kidnapping back then was a setup. We wanted you to believe that she had been raped. And you believed. Susan fed you the lies, and you swallowed them without a doubt. You never gave Margaret a chance, never listened to her explanations. You chose to believe she was raped."

Oliver’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with shame.

"I thought you’d leave her," Hugo continued, spitting the words like venom. "But you didn’t. You kept her around. And when she got pregnant again, we watched you spiral. You convinced yourself the child wasn’t yours but one of the kidnappers."

Hugo’s gaze flicked to Susan, pride gleaming in his eyes like a man who had just claimed victory on a battlefield he had long waited to conquer.

"You gave us the perfect opening," he continued with triumph. "Thanks to you – you took Megan into the Granet family, right where she needed to be."

Susan smirked, resting her hand on Hugo’s chest. "It wasn’t hard at all." Her gaze was full of disdain as she looked down at Oliver. "You were so desperate to get rid of Raya from your life, you didn’t even hesitate. You couldn’t stand the sight of your own daughter. So when I suggested the fake kidnapping... you jumped at the chance."

Her words dripped with mockery as she traced her fingers lazily across Hugo’s chest. "And it all played out so beautifully. You left a three-year-old on an empty road like she was garbage. A father left his own child to die and never looked back. That moment," she said with a twisted smile, "was incredible to watch."

Oliver’s face paled in shame and guilt, but Susan wasn’t done.

"Then came the fun part," she added, with a playful glint in her eyes. "You gave Megan everything—your love, your name, your wealth. Meanwhile, your real daughter was out there suffering. Her stepmother bullied Raya, pushed her aside by her stepsister, and humiliated her at every turn. She struggled to survive while my daughter was draped in luxury."

She looked up at Hugo, her smile wicked. "Megan got half of the Granet fortune. What should’ve been Hugo’s birthright, his daughter took it back for him."

Oliver stared at them, stricken. Their words hit him like hammer blows, one after another. Shame and guilt filled the hollow space of his chest. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He had trusted the wrong woman, raised someone else’s child, and turned his back on his own flesh and blood. Raya had suffered, and Margaret had endured pain he refused to see. The man he once considered beneath him had outwitted him at every step.

His throat tightened, his heart thudding painfully against his chest. Then, from the pit of his chest, a hollow, bitter laugh escaped him.

"You think you have won?" he cried out with rage and sorrow. "You think your scheme triumphed?"

He looked up, his eyes suddenly sharp, laced with dark satisfaction. "Megan has been sent to jail. She has been arrested for attempted murder."

Oliver continued, voice rising. "Your little princess got caught in her own trap. The police already have her. And your so-called perfect plan?" He sneered. "It’s crumbling right before your eyes."

Oliver started laughing.

Hearing Oliver’s bitter laughter, Hugo’s expression darkened instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing Oliver by the collar and yanking him upright with brute force.

"What murder charge are you talking about?" Hugo growled menacingly. "That woman, Patricia, already took the blame. You really haven’t changed, have you? Still the same fool. Still so easy to mislead."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot with contempt. "You think we didn’t see this coming? We knew what was going to happen. Megan has already gone. We got her out. Far from here. Somewhere, even the police can’t touch her."

Oliver’s heart sank, disbelief flooding his face. ’They rescued Megan?’ The information slammed into him, stealing his breath. The one shred of justice he thought had been served... was gone.

"And you?" Hugo continued, sneering, his grip tightening around Oliver’s collar. "Your sins are no longer hidden. Margaret knows the truth. So do your son and daughter. They hate you now. Raya, the daughter you cast aside, will never forgive you. She knows the pain you caused."

He snorted. "And the girl you claimed as your own—she never loved you. She used you. Just like we planned. And your son, the one you once paraded around with pride—he wants nothing to do with you. He is ready to cut you out of his life entirely."

Hugo’s voice dropped, colder than before. "You have lost everything, Oliver. Your family. Your legacy. Even your pride."

With that, he shoved Oliver backward with force.

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