Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

The woman he truly loved had also married someone else over a month ago.

Was it because of his betrayal that made her marry herself off in the shortest time possible?

His hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly, Nicholas Coldwell almost twisted it off.

This blow was much more severe than just knowing Julia Bluen was the second daughter of the Bluen consortium; it was more humiliating, more unbearable, more shocking to him!

Glades Horne, a man who seemed god-like, someone he would get a sore neck just from looking up to. No wonder Glades Horne had consistently targeted and retaliated against Cosmos Group.

It turns out... No...

Nicholas Coldwell was determined to seek revenge, to avenge the humiliation he suffered today.

Nicholas's mind twisted with an unimaginable hatred for Glades Horne. Glades had once told him, if he was capable, to be prepared to fight back. He remembered thinking to himself then that he would accept the challenge, vowing he would never grovel or curry favor with Glades again.

Now, this thought was even more resolute!

"Nicholas, are you...?" Diana Powell guessed Nicholas Coldwell was likely still nursing lingering feelings for Julia Bluen. That would explain why he'd seized the opportunity, while Diana was in the restroom, to approach Julia, only to be caught red-handed by Glades Horne.

"Julia Bluen has married Glades Horne. She is not just the second daughter of the Bluen Family now, but also the esteemed young mistress of the Horne Family," Nicholas suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road and growled through clenched teeth.

"What? Isn't Glades Horne her brother-in-law? She's really shameless, even trying to steal her own sister's husband." On hearing this, Diana was filled with jealousy. Julia Bluen's true identity was superior to hers, and even the man she married was better off. How could she not be envious? Worse still, her own man was still fixated on Julia Bluen.

Oh God, how do you craft your hearts, to be so unfairly biased? All the good things went to Julia Bluen, all the bad, to her.

Diana forgot that Nicholas Coldwell was her own choice; everything was the result of her own doing.

Suddenly, Nicholas Coldwell glared at her coldly. Her urge to further insult Julia Bluen was stifled by that glare, forcibly swallowed back down.

"It's not as simple as it seems!" Nicholas spat out frostily. Despite being completely devastated by Julia Bluen, he subconsciously still didn't want to hear others badmouth her.

"I don't care whether it's simple or not, Nicholas. I'll tell you this: you belong to me now, and you're not allowed to have any leftover feelings for Julia Bluen. Otherwise, I can also make you lose everything," Diana snapped back to her senses and immediately flung herself into Nicholas's arms, fiercely gripping his handsome face, which she was obsessed with, glaring at him with a warning.

This time, Nicholas didn't soothe her, just quietly held her gaze.

The status of son-in-law in the Powell Family, it seemed, would stick with him for life.

After Nicholas left, Glades Horne began holding Julia Bluen possessively, refusing to loosen his grip in the slightest and ceasing his conversations with other executives. He pursed his lips tightly. Everyone knew he was angry; the atmosphere at the Wine Party grew especially suffocating, a clear result of Nicholas's earlier actions.

Mr. Windsor felt quite embarrassed that at his own Wine Party, in his own villa, he had allowed Nicholas to disrespect Julia Bluen. Thankfully, Glades Horne showed great consideration; only after the birthday cake was brought out and cut did he leave with Julia. He didn't touch the cake, but Julia wanted to; she was especially fond of desserts. However, seeing the dark, somber look on Glades's face, his lips tightly pursed, she abandoned the thought of having even a bite of cake.

By the time they left the Windsor villa, it was already half-past ten in the evening.

Outside, the world was a mix of liveliness and stillness. In some areas, people were settling into sleep—quiet and comfortable. In others, it seemed as if life was just beginning, bustling with excitement, especially at the Night Snack Stalls that only opened for business late at night.

Glades Horne had been tightly holding Julia Bluen the whole time, not letting go even after getting into his Rolls-Royce.

Although he had intentionally provoked Nicholas Coldwell earlier, he was, in fact, genuinely furious.

Earlier, he truly wanted to twist Nicholas Coldwell's hand off for daring to lay a hand on his Julia right under his nose! Even if Julia had once been in love with Nicholas, that was in the past. Now, Julia was his, and no other man should even think about touching her, not even a single finger! Nicholas! I'm curious to see how you will endure my onslaught!

Julia Bluen knew he was furious. When this man got angry, he wouldn't fly into a rage but rather stew in silent fury. With a dark face and pursed lips, his anger would radiate through the silence, powerful enough to reduce everything around him to ashes. The first time she witnessed his silent rage was the day her sister ran away from her wedding. Back then, his fury had startled her.

"Glades," Julia softly called his name, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Glades Horne turned to look at her, his deep eyes softening slightly.

"Stay away from him from now on!" This was the first thing Glades Horne said after being silent for an hour.

"I didn't provoke him."

"I know, I saw everything."

"Don't be angry. From now on, if I see him, I'll stay as far away as possible. No, I don't want to see him ever again. After knowing him for three years, it's only now that I realize he is such a despicable person," Julia nestled in his embrace, tenderly caressing his handsome face with her soft hand, filled with tender love, hoping to soothe the anger in his heart. As she spoke of Nicholas, she sighed with a mix of disappointment and regret.

As the saying goes, distance tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's true heart. No matter how well Nicholas hid it, his true nature was bound to show eventually.

"Ambitious men who always aim high end up this way, coveting to have the best of both worlds," Soothed by her delicate touch, the fury Glades Horne had suppressed slowly vanished. He lowered his head, rubbing his cheek against Julia's, and murmured in a husky voice.