The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 248 The Lie That Baits the Snake

Emily listened quietly to Brandon Lewis’s words, and in that instant, her eyes welled up, the tip of her nose turning red with emotion. She mumbled, "Brandon, I used to think my life was cursed. My grandmother—the one person I loved—left me, and no one ever showed up to love me back. It felt like loneliness was just... part of who I was."

Brandon gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, a soft smile on his face. "Silly girl, once all the bad stuff is behind you, the good stuff finally has a chance to come in. Life’s short, and there’s so much to do but not nearly enough time. So why waste it crying? Let’s use that time for things that actually matter."

His words made sense to Emily, and she tilted her head, asking curiously, "Like what exactly?"

He pinched her cute little nose playfully. "Like, maybe we take advantage of being young and have a few more kids."

Emily blinked at him, surprised. "But didn’t you just say you didn’t want me going through all that again?"

Brandon grinned with a glint in his eyes. "Yeah, I changed my mind. I think I should mess with you a little more—serves you right for scaring the hell out of me before."

Then he leaned in closer to whisper by her ear, "You know what kind of ’messing’ I mean, right?"

A flush crept across Emily’s cheeks. She lightly pushed at his chest. "You really are such a teaser."

"Don’t like it?" Brandon cupped her chin, those deep dark eyes of his staring straight into hers like they could pull her in.

Caught off guard by his hypnotic voice, Emily muttered under her breath that she did like it. But right after, she pushed him away and buried herself under the covers, hiding her face.

Brandon watched her little move with an amused smile that refused to leave his lips. Deep down, he was just endlessly grateful that such a warm, bright girl had entered his life. She lit it up in ways he never imagined.

"Thank you, Emily," he said softly.

She peeked out from the edge of the blanket, her bright eyes looking right at him. "For what?"

"For showing up in my life," he said gently.

Emily beamed at him. "Well, thanks to you too... for showing me that teasing and charming are not mutually exclusive."

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "You’ve definitely picked up some bad habits from Megan."

"Really?" Her voice turned slightly anxious. "But I’m still me, you know?"

Brandon grabbed an apple from the nightstand and skillfully peeled it with a small knife. "Whatever version you are, I like it either way."

Emily was practically melting from the sweetness. She sat up, just about to speak—only for him to pop a slice of apple into her mouth mid-sentence.

With a smirk, Brandon leaned in, "You eat up first... then it’s my turn to eat you."

Emily: "..."

Inside the sleek black Mercedes-Maybach, Megan kept her eyes on the rearview mirror, noticing the two cars trailing them.

She asked calmly, "Think Michelle bought it?"

Tristan gave a short nod. "We all fell for it. No reason she wouldn’t. Once one problem’s out of the way, she’ll focus everything on you. Hope you’re ready."

"And if I’m not?"

His face hardened, voice cold as ice. "Then I won’t wait to clean house—I’ll go straight for her throat."

That made Megan’s shoulders tense. "Babe, are you going full dark mode on me now? You’re the Director of National Security, remember? You kinda have to stick to the rulebook."

Tristan’s voice dropped, low and firm. "These hands have never been clean. Another layer of blood isn’t gonna faze me."Megan had this faint feeling that something was off with Tristan lately. That anger simmering beneath the surface—it was starting to freak her out a bit. She tightened her grip on his hand and said softly, "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself."

Tristan couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth. He had once promised to protect her always... now he wasn’t so sure he could keep that promise.

He stared into her mesmerizing fox-like eyes for a long second. Just like that, the chaos inside him started to melt away; it was like her presence quietly pulled him back from the edge.

With a crooked smile, he teased, "Just messin’ with you. Look how pale you got—scared you, huh?"

"Promise me, Tristan, if it ever comes down to handling Michelle... don’t get your hands dirty. Let the law handle it."

He gave a soft "Mm," and nodded. "I promise."

Back at the Lewis family’s old home, Stella and Zachary were sitting on the couch, wiping tears from their eyes.

The moment Stella saw Megan walk in, she jumped to her feet and hurried over. "How is she, Megan? They wouldn’t let me go see for myself."

Megan glanced first at Stella, then at Zachary’s solemn face. She made the call to keep the truth hidden. "Dad, Mom... I’m really sorry. We lost the baby. The doctor said it was due to intense stress—it triggered severe uterine contractions."

"Stress? What happened? Who triggered it?"

As Stella asked those questions, Michelle walked in just in time to catch them. Her eyes flickered with a barely-there panic.

"She was resting at home. How could anything have stressed her out?" Stella suddenly slapped her hands on her thighs in frustration. "Oh no... Don’t tell me Brandon lost control again? Did he hurt Emily?! My god! That boy!"

Megan almost wanted to clap at Stella’s wild imagination. Honestly, it wouldn’t be Stella if she didn’t jump to conclusions in three seconds flat.

She took Stella’s hand and smiled knowingly. "Mom, don’t be too harsh on Brandon. They just got married, and with her getting pregnant so soon... it’s not surprising he couldn’t resist."

Samuel, who had just walked in, twitched at the corner of his mouth. Man, his little sister could throw you under the bus better than anyone. Even Wendy Ford had nothing on her. Brandon’s in for it when he gets back.

Samuel let out a deep breath. Honestly, none of the brothers could escape her verbal ambushes.

Right then, Oliver Lewis walked into the house—and of course caught the tail end of that conversation.

Samuel leaned in and whispered to him, "See? She’s even scarier than Wendy Ford when she wants to throw shade."

Oliver just gave Megan a fond look and chuckled. "You’ll get used to it. And if you don’t—train yourself to. They say it takes 21 days to build a habit. Give it a shot."

Samuel: "..."

Stella sighed and shuffled off to the kitchen. "I’ll go make some soup for Emily. She must be feeling awful, inside and out... She needs to be taken care of, poor girl."

Zachary turned to Tristan seriously. "Tristan, please don’t take after that careless son of mine. Megan’s into her fifth month, and it’s still early. Don’t mess around."

Tristan coughed awkwardly. "Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t lose my mind like Brandon did."

Oliver adjusted the lapels of his coat. "Alright. Once Mom finishes the soup, I’ll drive you both to the hospital."

Zachary nodded, let out a long sigh, and said, "Okay."

As Megan headed upstairs to rest, Michelle stopped her.

She walked up and took Megan’s hand gently. "Megan, don’t be upset. Being overly emotional isn’t good for the baby."

Coming from anyone else, it might’ve sounded reasonable. But from Michelle? Yeah, not so much.

Megan could read between the lines easily: she was implying if anything happened to the baby, well, maybe it was because Megan "got too emotional."

Clearly, Michelle was already paving the way for her next move.