Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 929

James stayed where he was, eyes closing slowly as the world around him faded. He’d always known, deep down. Jamie’s death wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t fate. His uncle and Martha had planned every detail—he had the evidence, the truth was out there, and he’d accepted it long ago.

But what he hadn’t seen coming, what still blindsided him, was Tyler’s part in all of it. Tyler, the one who’d shielded him since they were kids. The same Tyler he’d always felt guilty about because of his leg. Somehow, ten years ago, Tyler had just stood by and watched Jamie die, part of the whole thing.

And after Jamie was gone, Tyler had hugged him and cried, sobbing like his heart was breaking. Every year, on the anniversary, Tyler would go with him to Jamie’s grave, standing there in silence, like he cared. All of it, every tear, every word, every memory, was a performance. Nothing was real.

James’s eyes snapped open, cold and empty. When had Tyler changed? Or maybe he never changed. Maybe, from the start, all he’d ever cared about was his own gain, hiding venom behind a smile.

He remembered the rule his grandmother had set. His shares and Tyler’s were tied together. If one fell, they both did. If one rose, so did the other. That was why Tyler protected him, why he was always so patient, so generous. It wasn’t about brotherhood. It was about money, about squeezing the last drop of profit out of him, about waiting until it was time to finally turn on him.

If it hadn’t been for his grandmother, James knew, Tyler would have destroyed him a long time ago. And now, he wanted to make James just as helpless, just as broken.

Even though James had suspected the truth, hearing it from Emmy—hearing it spill from her honest lips—still hurt. It stung, deep down in a place he thought was already numb.

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Back in her room, Emmy couldn’t settle. She worried about James, her mind running circles. Sleep wasn’t going to happen, so she wrapped herself in a blanket, grabbed a pillow, and curled up in the hanging chair on the terrace. Across from her, the light in James’s room glowed in the night.

She stared at that light for hours, watching it burn through the darkness. It never went out.

What Emmy didn’t know was that James was awake the whole time, tearing up his old plans. For revenge. For Emmy. For their child. He needed a new approach, one that would protect the people he loved.

By noon the next day, the island was buzzing. Top assistants arrived, sharp suits and focused eyes. They swept into the conference room, moving with purpose. The meeting dragged on until evening, and when they left, they had their orders.

Meanwhile, on a private island in Fiji, chaos reigned.

A crystal ashtray smashed against the wall, exploding into shards. Dean stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, eyes bloodshot with rage.

Two men in black knelt on the floor, shaking, not daring to look up. They’d just delivered the news—Emmy had been rescued by James, and the two of them had vanished into the wild rainforest on Emerald Island.

Dean could barely contain himself. He stormed forward and kicked one of the men hard in the chest.

“Useless,” he spat.

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