Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother-Chapter 459: Blackmail

At Ford’s Mansion

"Mom, Ivan married me just for the sake of the child in my belly, but he and his family don’t really value me," Briena complained angrily to Clara as she stormed into the house and angrily threw herself onto the sofa, tossing her bag aside. "His mother even taunts me, saying she doubts the baby is even Ivan’s."

Some time ago, Ivan and Briena had hastily registered their marriage and held a small, private wedding ceremony with only close acquaintances, since Briena was already pregnant. Later, they held a press conference to publicly announce their marriage.

Clara offered her daughter a skeptical look and asked, "It is Ivan’s child, right?"

Briena was stunned. She hadn’t expected even her own mother to question her.

"O-Of course it’s Ivan’s child, Mom," she stammered, trying to sound confident.

Clara didn’t say anything further. Just then, a servant entered and informed them, "Mrs. Ford, Mr. Larry is here."

A middle-aged man, around Jay’s age, entered the house. Clara gave him a warm smile. "Larry, have a seat."

Briena had always noticed how unusually kind her mother was to this man—and how he, in turn, treated both Clara and herself far better than a mere friend or acquaintance normally would.

After Jay Ford had suddenly fallen ill and was no longer able to oversee the company, Clara had taken over. Soon after, she introduced this man, saying he was an old friend who would help manage the business.

"How are you, Briena?" Larry asked.

"I’m doing fine, Uncle Larry," she replied politely.

The man’s expression faltered slightly as he looked toward Clara, "When are you going to tell her?"

"Soon," she responded with a light tone, "Larry, we’ll soon have a grandchild. What do you plan to give Briena and her baby?"

"Everything I have is for Briena," the man said cheerfully. "So naturally, it’ll go to her baby as well."

Briena, who had already been skeptical of their relationship, now found herself even more suspicious. Why would she inherit everything this man owned?

"How is Jay?" Larry asked.

"Just as we wanted him to," Clara replied. "Sick in bed with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling."

"Once he’s gone, we’re free," Larry said, his gaze fixed on Clara.

Clara hummed and said, "You should head to the meeting now."

Larry stood up, looking like he wanted to stay with her, but then left.

Briena looked at her mother, only to have Clara look back at her. "Don’t be surprised. Larry is your father, not Jay. Just like how Ivan isn’t your baby’s father—but you’re still married to him."

Hearing it, Briena was shocked. "Mom, are you serious?"

"Yes. Now tell me, who’s your child’s father?" Clara asked. "We need to get rid of him before anyone finds out."

Briena felt embarrassed, but then informed her, "It’s that porn director."

Clara’s gaze turned angry. "That old hag? Why did you go to him?"

"Mom, he threatened me that he would leak original shooting scenes from that movie and everyone would know I did those scenes for real. I had to sleep with him, and later, he erased those videos right in front of me. But that bastard refused to use protection, and even after I took the pills, I still got pregnant. If I had gone for an abortion and somehow the news leaked, we would’ve been in trouble. So instead, I decided to use it as a reason to force Ivan to marry me before he had the chance to break our engagement. After my movie release, that entire family treated me like a plague, so this was my only option."

"Though it shouldn’t have happened, you did well," Clara assured. "We need Brown Industries by our side just as much as they need us. So marrying you wasn’t his loss. Later, we can sideline that family and you can gain control of the entire Brown Industries as well. After all, your child will be their heir."

"Yes, Mom. But... what if his mother decides to do a DNA test?"

"Back then, I showed a DNA report to Jay claiming you were his daughter," Clara said smugly, making her meaning clear. "You are three months in, six more to go. Till then, be patient."

"Thank you, Mom." She then asked, "What are you going to with Dad?"

"Let him die naturally so no one suspects us," Clara replied.

"Last time grandma came to meet him, but you didn’t allow her. What if she comes again and gets to know our plan?"

"That old hag is powerless now. She can do nothing. You just focus on your delivering a healthy baby."

Briena could only agree, but in her heart she somehow still feared Sephina Ford.

Spending some time with her mother, Briena headed back to her home, the Brown residence.

On the way, her cellphone beeped with a message received. The number felt familiar, and she opened the message. There was a video clip. The moment she opened it, her body froze, her eyes widened in shock, her hands trembled, and the mobile fell from her hand.

The driver looked at her through the rear-view mirror. "Madam, are you alright? Do I need to stop the car?"

She got back to her senses, picked up her mobile, and replied, "N-Nothing. Just focus on driving."

She realized it was the video of the night she spent with that director—the one that caused her pregnancy.

A message popped in: "Did you like it? See how beautiful you look in it, even better than the previous videos."

She clenched her fists tightly and said, "Park the car on the side, and you get out."

The driver did as told, and then Briena dialed that director’s number. "What’s the meaning of this? Didn’t you say last time you would delete those videos?"

"My darling," came the voice, "I never break my promise. Didn’t I delete everything in front of you? This video is from another time."

"What do you want? Why did you record it even?"

"So that I can sleep with you again," his shameless voice came through.

"You...."

"I tried so hard, but I truly can’t forget how I enjoyed with you. No other woman has pleasured me like you did. You are my perfect little slut...."

"Shut up!" she shouted angrily.

"You’re pregnant. It’s not good for you to get angry," he said. "Instead, now be a good girl and come to me right away."

"I won’t...."

"If you don’t, everyone will see this video," he warned. "Especially Ivan—he’ll receive it first. Then everyone will know you’re carrying my child. After that, your life will be entirely ruined and you’ll have no choice but to come to me. So better listen to me."

She swallowed her anger and said, "This will be the last time."

"Of course," he said in a flirty voice. "Now come to the usual place. I can’t wait to enjoy fucking a woman pregnant with my child. You must look so beautiful, especially your lower round belly."

Briena hung up the call and then stepped out of the car, only to sit in the driver’s seat. "I’m taking the car," she said to the driver and drove away.