Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"So, Chelsea Carlson, do you want to be my bride?"

Chelsea's legs staggered out of shock. She knew that Vincent would propose to her tonight, but she only expected him to make her a girlfriend or a fiancé at best.

But he seemed so impatient and in love with her that he couldn't wait a little longer to marry her.

"V--Vincent, this is too sudden...." Chelsea said. Though she already knew her answer. She just wanted to make it seem difficult for her to accept so Vincent knew how expensive she was as a woman. "I--I don't know, this scares me...."

Vincent wanted to laugh at Chelsea's bad acting. She might say that she was hesitant and scared. But the greediness in her eyes, combined with her body trembling with excitement, was enough for Vincent to know how excited she was.

But he had to play along to convince her further that he was serious about this whole thing.

Vincent looked sad. There was a worry in his eyes, which excited Chelsea even more.

"Don't hesitate, Chelsea. You should know that you're really important in my life. You're beautiful and every man wants you! I'm afraid that if I don't wed you as soon as possible, you will get snatched by another man!" Vincent insisted.

'Am I actually that irresistible?' Chelsea asked herself. She had never found any man that wanted her so badly in life, so she wondered if Vincent was telling the truth when he said she was beautiful. But she quickly dispelled the doubt in her heart. 'Vincent is a rich, handsome, perfect man. Why would he lie about this? That means I'm actually a beautiful woman. Those men like Tommy are just too cheap and blind, because only a rich man like Vincent can see my beauty!'

Chelsea was so ready to say yes and accept the expensive diamond ring. But she still wanted to play, "B--But, what about my scar?"

"I don't mind your scar. You're still beautiful. But if you're too insecure about it, then I will bring you to the most advanced plastic surgeon in New York. You will return to your real beauty once more, and you can also get a little work done if you want," Vincent said. "Though, I will still love you either way."

"I--I know that you will always love me, Vincent. But what about your family? You have so many family members, and they are all rich and well-known. What if they don't want to accept me because I'm not born from a rich family as well?"

"It's fine. I married Chloe when she had nothing as well," Vincent said. "They have no right to say who I will marry. I can make them poor with only a snap of my fingers."

"So, all I need is for you to say yes, Chelsea. You can marry me, and be Mrs. Chelsea Gray. You will get all the things you want in life," Vincent kept on persuading Chelsea until she couldn't pretend anymore. "Do you want a private jet? A yacht? A million dollar mansion? Do you want our wedding to be held in Dubai and our honeymoon in Europe? I can give you anything you want."

Vincent's bait finally worked because Chelsea could no longer bear to play pretend. She couldn't wait to be Mrs. Chelsea Gray and become the center of attention of everyone in this world.

People would shower her with praise, and she would be respected everywhere she went.

Thus, Chelsea finally nodded, "T--Then, I guess if you keep insisting like that, I have no more reason to reject you. Vincent, I accept. I accept to be your bride."

Vincent finally smirked from ear to ear. He was happy that his plan was 90% completed.

But he didn't say thank you or anything to Chelsea. He kept the ring box open until Chelsea couldn't hold it anymore and tried to snatch the diamond ring from the box to wear it herself.

But before Chelsea could reach the ring, Vincent quickly snapped the ring box shut, startling Chelsea.

"Vincent?" She called. "Is there something wrong? I thought you wanted to give that ring to me...."

Vincent continued acting sad, "I do. I really want to put this ring on your finger. But I can't because of one reason."

Chelsea felt that her dream was only one inch away, so she started getting antsy, "Tell me what is it? I will help you to solve it," she said impatiently.

"It's about your family...."

"My family?" Chelsea frowned. "You mean my mother and sons?"

"Yes," Vincent sighed. "Look, I know that you're a very loving mother to your sons, and a great daughter to your old mother. But I just can't look past that."

Chelsea felt an irritation in her heart right now. She was so close to getting what she wanted, but those little buggers were on her way.

'Fucking hell, even at this point, those little shits are still dragging me down,' Chelsea complained. Not only was she being dragged down by Tommy for the past ten years, but also by her sons. 'How am I supposed to have a happy ending for myself when their presence keeps on hurting my chances like this?'

"You see, I've decided to forget about my past, including my ex wife and daughter, Chloe and Mackenzie," Vincent said pitifully. "They're dead in my eyes. I have no wife or a daughter now. I am a single man who wants a single woman with nobody tailing behind her back."

"So you want me to...." Chelsea seemed to get what Vincent was implying right now. She didn't want to sound cruel and unladylike in front of her beloved rich man.

Vincent stared deep at Chelsea with his viper eyes. He was ready to hypnotize her to do his bidding, "Chelsea, if you want to be my bride, then you must eliminate your family first. Kill all of them, and then we can start anew as a couple."