Ch. 611..615: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 611-615

Chapter 611

"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."

Chapter 612

"Kill… all of them?" Chelsea thought she heard it wrong. Of course, she couldn't wait to get rid of them because her sons and mother were nothing but pests that ruined all her chances of having a happy, fulfilling life.

But there was never an idea of killing them all in her mind. She just thought that leaving them homeless was enough so she didn't need to care for them and had her own happy life.

"Can we just… leave them alone? They can be homeless and that's it…." Chelsea tried to negotiate, as she was unsure of this.

Vincent's eyes darkened. He didn't have the patience for this, "We can't do that, Chelsea. They will start making noises in public. Your sons and mother will invite those pesky reporters, and smear us on the Internet again. I've had enough of that, I just want a peaceful life with you."

"Vincent…" Chelsea felt that Vincent truly cared for her. He patiently persuaded her to do this because he didn't want to leave her alone, stuck with those dead weights. "I—I'm not sure. What if the police got involved? I don't want to go to jail because of this…."

"Chelsea, do you not know who I am?"

"Y—You're Vincent Gray," Chelsea said. But she was unsure how that correlates with this problem.

"Exactly, I am Vincent Gray. I can do anything with my money and power, and that includes preventing you from going to jail," Vincent assured. "You don't need to worry about going to jail when I can bail you out easily."

Of course, Chelsea knew that Vincent could always bail her out easily. He had almost omnipotent influence in New York. He could hide everything, including the murder of four little boys and an elderly woman, if he wanted to.

Chelsea's heart started wavering. She was convinced that nothing would go wrong if she killed her family.

But still, she never wanted to stain her hands like that.

"I'm scared, Vincent…." Chelsea said. "What if I go to jail because of this? I don't want to be left alone."

Vincent felt things wouldn't go according to plan if Chelsea kept hesitating. So he took the decisive action by stepping forward and then kissing her on the lips.

Chelsea's eyes widened, she felt that her soul had been lifted to heaven when their lips met, and she felt weak when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed her deeper into his embrace.

Vincent deepened the kiss for five more seconds before separating his lips but still embraced Chelsea. He saw how Chelsea's eyes got misty, and she was dazed after the kiss.

"See how serious I am with you?" Vincent said. "I really want to marry you, Chelsea. I want to bring you around the world. I want to do everything sweet and hot to you. But I can't look past your four children and old mother. So all you need to do is to kill them, and we can be together."

Chelsea's heart was pounding crazily. She couldn't think straight after experiencing a passionate kiss with a rich, handsome, and perfect man. She felt that she could do everything just to experience that kiss again.

Vincent knew that he had snared her. He leaned again, and Chelsea pouted her lips because she thought he'd kiss her again.

But he dodged her lips and whispered, 'Kill them, and all your dreams will come true. Trust me, Chelsea. I am the man who will give you everything you want. Imagine what we can do next when we're free from all the deadweights behind us."

Chelsea swallowed her saliva. She had already discarded logic at this point. The vivid image of them having sex in a beautiful villa near a beach made her giggle uncontrollably.

It was so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up from her dream, not when she had Vincent hooked to be her husband.

"Okay," Chelsea said without hesitation. "I will kill them, and then return to you. You will wait here, right?"

Vincent's smirk deepened, "Yes, I will wait here. It shouldn't take you long to kill four defenseless children and an old woman, right? Don't worry, things will be okay, you're always under my protection, my love."

'My love…'

Chelsea had nothing else in mind after that.

She nodded and then smiled, "I can't wait to spend my time only with you, Babe."

"Me too," Vincent smiled before he pushed her away.

Chelsea felt at a loss when Vincent separated himself. She felt cold again and couldn't wait to get that warmth from her future husband.

"T—Then, I will be leaving now, wait for me, babe," Chelsea said. She took a few steps back while her eyes were still on him, ensuring he didn't run away.

With his hands in his jacket pocket, Vincent smiled at her and leaned on the lamppost, "I won't leave you alone. Now go, do what you need to do."

Chelsea nodded, finally turning around and returning to her apartment with only one thing in mind.

Clean her family and have a fresh start with her beloved man.

Vincent kept her eyes on Chelsea's back, and he finally laughed when she was finally out of his sight, "Pfft—Hahahaha! How stupid!" Vincent was very entertained by her stupidity. "I just lure her a bit, and she actually wants to kill her family! Now that's what I call as an interesting woman!"

Vincent smiled pridefully as he fished something out of his jacket pocket. It was an old phone owned by Chelsea. He snatched it from her pocket when she was dazed by the kiss.

He stared at the old phone, which had the picture of him as the lock screen wallpaper. Vincent scoffed with contempt. He dropped the phone to the ground and stomped on the phone plenty of times until the screen shattered. He picked it up again and threw it on the fish pond not far from his position.

"Now you're done for, stupid bitch."

Chapter 613

"See what I can do to your family, Chloe. I kill them all, and I don't even need to use my hand," Vincent murmured. His eyes darkened with maliciousness as he imagined his wife's horrified expression when she realized that her little nephews and old mother had been murdered by her own sister.

"This is your punishment for leaving me. If you still refuse to show up and beg for forgiveness after this, then I'll show you something even more sinister, heheh…hehe hehh…." Vincent chuckled sinisterly before he turned around and drove his car away.

**

Chelsea felt her body floating as she walked back to her apartment. She didn't agree with Vincent's request at first, but she also didn't want him to leave.

She was close to obtaining the happy life she longed for, and nothing could stop her from getting that.

She stopped in front of her apartment door, staring at it for a while, thinking of the soon-to-be bloody scene inside.

'It doesn't matter,' Chelsea told herself. She had four sons with Tommy, and he ran away when she was at her lowest. Chelsea wasn't going to take care of four sons all by herself because that was honestly tiring. She also had an aging mother that was nothing but a dead weight. 'So it doesn't matter if I kill them or not. They are all just a burden for me, and if Vincent said that he doesn't want them, so do I.'

'All I want right now is my own happiness. I deserve to be happy after all the pain I experienced. It's unfair if Chloe is the only one that has a fulfilling life.'

Chelsea took a deep breath and opened the door.

She saw her mother sitting on her wicker chair again, watching TV while waiting for her to return.

Judith turned her head towards Chelsea and frowned, "Where have you been? Are you meeting someone?"

"…" Chelsea said nothing, but right now, she felt that her aging mother was an annoying old hag that she wanted to shut.

"Where are the boys?" Chelsea asked. She entered the apartment and locked the door. She took the key and pocketed it, making sure the boys couldn't run away while she stabbed them one by one.

"They're in their room. They had their dinner already, you can eat the rest in the kitchen," Judith said.

Chelsea walked to the kitchen, but her focus wasn't on the food on the dinner table. She went straight to the area near the sink, checking the knives she could use.

Judith watched her daughter's back and then lowered back to the TV. She sighed and said, "Chelsea, maybe you should try to contact Chloe somehow."

Chelsea paused, pulled the biggest knife she could find, and asked, "Why do you want to meet her? I thought she was dead in your eyes."

"I was emotional—angry and disappointed at Chloe because she cheated on Vincent back then," Judith confessed. "But I never want to get estranged with my daughter like this. I want to meet her again. I want to have a proper conversation so we can sort this o. Hopefullyly, I can persuade her to return to Vincent."

"I see…" Chelsea initially hesitated to kill her old mother because she thought that leaving her homeless was enough, and she didn't want to get her hands dirty. But hearing her trying to persuade Chloe back to Vincent, she had no other choice right now.

She knew that deep down, she stood no chance against Chloe. If Chloe actually returned to Vincent, then she'd get ditched again, and she wouldn't let that happen.

"I don't think you have time to meet her again, Mom," Chelsea said. She turned around and hid the knife behind her back.

She walked towards an unsuspecting old woman on the wicker chair.

Judith frowned, "Why not? Chloe is not a type who holds a grudge. Please, Chelsea, I know that you have a bad blood against her. But both of you are my daughters, I love you both equally."

Chelsea stopped and stood behind the wicker chair. With a malicious smile, she clenched the knife behind her, "Because I don't want my happiness to get robbed by that ungrateful whore. If you really want to meet her, then meet her in hell."

"Huh, what do you—" Judith looked up and saw Chelsea's joker-like smile as she raised her hand. Judith saw a sharp knife in her hand, and her eyes were wide open.

"DIE, OLD HAG!" Chelsea lunged the knife toward her mother. Judith was too old to fight back but could dodge the fatal strike.

Thus, Chelsea's knife stabbed her shoulder instead, "AHHHHH!" Judith howled in pain as she felt the sharp pain on her shoulder. Chelsea clicked her tongue and pulled the knife as quickly as possible.

Judith fell on the floor, with fresh blood seeping out from the open wound on her shoulder. Judith tried to get up, but her legs already gave up, and the pain made her weak.

"You're truly an annoying old bitch. Just stop moving and let me finish this, I have to meet my future husband as soon as possible!" Chelsea yelled.

Judith tried to crawl away from Chelsea, "What is wrong with you, Chelsea!?" She yelled as she tried to get away.

"What's wrong with me? Nothing," Chelsea shrugged. "I just want to make sure that I get what I deserve. He told me that he will give me everything as long as I have no more deadweight behind my back, so I have to kill you and those four useless little Tommys."

Judith's eyes widened; she didn't want to think like this, but a terrible prejudice was in her mind, "Did… Vincent told you to kill us all?"

Chelsea smirked from ear to ear, "Spot on. NOW DIE!"

Chelsea stabbed Judith on her back, and she screamed again. The second scream finally alerted the boys who were sleeping in their room.

Chapter 614

Aaron, as the oldest, woke up first. He quickly woke his younger siblings, "Mike, Nathan, Tony, wake up!"

Aaron shook their bunk beds to wake them up one by one. They rubbed their eyes and complained, "What's wrong, Big bro?"

"I heard a scream outside. Stay awake, I'll check it out!" Aaron said. The boys quickly regained consciousness after suddenly hearing maniacal laughter from their mother outside.

They looked at each other, and their faces paled. They didn't know what their mother was doing, but the last time she laughed like this, she got too stressed and beat them up one by one.

"You guys wait here, I'll see what's wrong," Aaron said.

He opened the door and then peeked from the small gap.

He saw his mother sitting on Gran Judith's back and then stabbed her a few times with a sharp knife. Blood splattered everywhere, and the knife was covered in blood each time Chelsea pulled it out.

His Gran was still alive, but the little boy could see that her life began to float away from her body. Aaron opened the door and yelled spontaneously, "GRAN!"

Chelsea and Judith raised their heads at the same time, staring at Aaron, who was trying to help his dying Grandma.

"About time," Chelsea smirked. She pointed the bloody knife at her first son. "I've had enough of you, little shits. I want to have my own happiness, and you all will pay for it!"

Chelsea got up, she had already stabbed her old mother three times in the back, so she was confident that Judith wouldn't be able to struggle and would die anytime soon.

Chelsea felt an unprecedented amount of joy when she saw the fear in Aaron's eyes. Though he was a boy, Aaron actually had Chloe's chestnut hair and sweet-doe eyes. It made him look cute but an easy target for Chelsea's daily bullying.

She couldn't wait to kill Aaron out of spite of Chloe, and she would do the same for the rest of her sons because all of them looked like Tommy instead.

"Come here, you little shit, I will cut your neck first!" Chelsea yelled. She walked towards Aaron, who was petrified on the spot. He was too scared to move. The image of his mother holding a bloody knife while smirking at him would forever be engraved in his mind.

Judith felt that she had started to lose consciousness. She knew she hadn't much time left in this world, but she would never let Chelsea hurt her grandsons.

So she gathered all of her remaining strength and grabbed Chelsea's ankle.

"Wha—Argh!" Chelsea fell to the ground face-first.

Judith gritted her teeth and yelled, "AARON, MY PHONE IS ON THE KITCHEN. CALL 911 AND RUN TO YOUR ROOM, LOCK YOUR DOOR NOW!"

Judith's loud voice snapped the little boy out of his daze. He looked at his Gran, gripping his mother's ankle as hard as possible, "G—Gran…."

"GO!" Judith yelled again.

The little boy felt that his heart was crushed. But he nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab Gran's phone.

"You—Let me go!" Chelsea kicked Judith's face plenty of times, but Judith hung on her last breath to protect her grandson.

Aaron returned with Judith's phone. He gave Judith the last look before returning to the bedroom and saw how his Gran persevered despite being on the verge of death.

The little boy knew from that day onward he would never forget how brave and strong his old Gran was, "Thank you, Gran."

Aaron rushed to the room and closed the door, "B—Big bro, what happens outside? What about Mommy and Gran?" Tony asked.

"Yes, Big bro."

"Big bro, I'm scared!"

Aaron ignored his brothers and quickly grabbed a broom to block the door handle so it couldn't be opened from outside. He looked around and saw a couch that Gran usually used to rest on after cleaning the apartment.

"Push that chair to the door!"

The boys looked at each other and then at their Big bro. But they didn't dare to question. They just knew they had to follow their oldest brother's order.

Thus, all the boys worked together to push the couch to the door to barricade it further, ensuring nobody outside could open it.

Aaron unlocked the phone and the picture of Aunt Chloe when she was still very thin—about a year ago—hugging the four boys with a warm smile as Gran's wallpaper.

The six-year-old boy felt crushed in his heart since Gran always told him she missed meeting with Aunt Chloe and wanted to apologize because they had had a fight.

Thus, Aaron pressed 911, and the line was connected shortly after, "Hello, 911, what's your emergency?"

**

Chelsea gritted her teeth when she saw Aaron enter the bedroom. She looked down and saw the old bitch was still trying to hold her by hugging her ankle.

Her white-yellowish pajama had been stained with blood, and she seemed to have lost her vision as she was on the verge of death.

"Let me go, you bitch!" Chelsea finally kicked her old mother's face, and Judith released her ankle. "Goddamn it, just die already! Why are you such a drag?!" Chelsea got up and grabbed the knife on the floor. She then rushed to the boys' bedroom door.

Meanwhile, Judith felt that she was only a few breaths away from death, and the only memory that flashed in her mind was her time with Chloe.

She might never say this and tried to treat her daughters fairly.

But Chloe always had a favorite place in her heart, mostly because Chloe was the one who cared more about her when Judith was at her lowest. Chloe was forced to become the 'mother' in the family when she was a kid, doing house chores, taking care of her big sister, and also Judith if she got too exhausted or sick to do anything because Judith had to work three jobs to support them.

Yet, Chloe never complained and always worried about her mother instead.

A single tear dropped from the corner of her eye, and she said in her heart, 'Chloe, my daughter…'

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Chapter 615Chelsea felt a sharp pain in her ankle. It seemed that she accidentally twisted it when that old hag suddenly grasped her ankle and made her lose her balance.

She winced in pain but continued dragging her leg towards the boys' bedroom door.

'Just a little more, Chelsea. Just a little more and you will become Mrs. Chelsea Gray! All you have to do is to kill those four children, and you can return to Vincent. He will handle the rest!' Chelsea pushed herself through her pain. Of course, it took a great deal of mental fortitude for Chelsea to kill her mother and, soon, her children.

But she kept imagining Vincent's handsome face as he stood under the lamppost, smiling at her with his hand open, and said, 'I've been waiting for you, my love.'

That imagination brought joy to Chelsea's heart. Somehow, she didn't feel all that sad knowing that she'd be the one who ended the lives of five people today.

"Well, I already killed one, there's no turning back anyway," Chelsea grinned creepily.

She stood in front of the door and knocked three times.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Aaron, Tony, Mike, Nathan, come out and let Mommy see you," Chelsea persuaded. She believed that her children were too young to understand, so they'd just innocently go out, and she would have time to slash them one by one.

But there was no answer from inside. So Chelsea persuaded her son again, "Open the door now, and Mommy might get mad."

…

Chelsea clicked her tongue, "You boys are testing my patience now. Don't let me get in there."

…

Chelsea finally lost her patience. She tried to open the door handle, but it got stuck. She tried to push it to no avail. So the boys were literally untouchable inside the room right now.

Chelsea's heart dropped as she finally realized that the boys were smart enough to barricade themselves and probably used a broom to lock the door from the inside. She started slamming the door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"OPEN THE DOOR!" Chelsea yelled. "AARON, TONY, NATHAN, MIKE! OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"

The younger boys were huddled together in the corner of their room. They were so scared that the youngest—Tony, started sobbing.

It wasn't the first time their Mommy would beat them. But the sound of their Gran's shriek and the maniacal laughter coming from their Mommy was an ominous sign that they shouldn't open the door or their mother would hurt them badly.

Aaron was standing behind the couch and broom that barricaded the door. His hand still held Gran's phone, with 911 on the line, "It's my mommy," Aaron said as he tried to repress his fear because he had three little brothers to protect.

"What happened to your Mommy?" The 911 operator asked.

"She killed Grandma, now she wants to kill us…." Aaron reported.

Chelsea heard that Aaron was conversing with a woman on the phone. Her eyes widened, and she banged the door even harder, "AARON! HOW DARE YOU CALLING THE COPS ON YOUR OWN MOTHER!"

"The police will be here, Mom!" Aaron yelled back, though with a lower voice. He gathered his courage and added, "Mommy will go to jail!"

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Chelsea started getting desperate when she knew that she had no more time. She should've confiscated Judith's phone in the first place, but she really didn't expect Judith to survive after more than three stabs in her back. She always looked like a fragile old woman, after all.

"DO YOU WANT YOUR MOTHER TO ROT IN JAIL? YOU LITTLE SHITS WILL BE ORPHANS!" Chelsea yelled. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

Aaron's body trembled, the 911 operator told him to stay on the call and tried asking questions to distract his mind, but Aaron was too focused on answering his mother at the other side of the door.

"W—We still have Aunt Chloe!" Aaron yelled back. "She never hurt us, and she will take care of us!"

"Chloe? HAHAHAH!" Chelsea laughed as she genuinely found that funny. "You're so gullible, you little shit! Chloe is a bitch! She's a whore! She won't take care of you! I AM YOUR MOTHER! BE GRATEFUL TO ME AND OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"

"Never!" Aaron snapped. "You're not our mother anymore! No mother will hurt us like this!"

"The police will come soon, Mommy! You will go to jail!" Aaron threatened. Though his heart was aching because he had to do this to his mother, he knew it was either her or them.

Because Aaron knew the moment he opened the door, his Mommy would stab them one by one, just like how she stabbed Gran until she died.

Chelsea started panicking when she realized this wasn't going according to her plan. She started getting desperate and banged the door harder, but Aaron went silent after that. He sat while listening to his mother cursing at him and his little brothers many times.

Chelsea tried to kick the door, but it only sprained her ankle even more, and she lost her balance.

"Argh!" Chelsea fell on the floor again. This time, she felt excruciating pain in her ankle. She stared at the door and started crying.

Her voice softened, and she said, "Boys, open the door. It's your mother. Please help me. I think I got hurt…."

Aaron stayed on his ground, not wanting to open the door after witnessing his mother's cruelty. But his little brothers were too little to understand. They approached their oldest bro and asked, "Big bro, Mommy is hurt…."

"Yeah, she's hurt."

"We got to help her…."

"No," Aaron refused. His doe eyes turned sharp as he said, "Mommy is evil. She will kill us all."

"Kill?"

Aaron nodded and tried to prove it to his little brothers by yelling at his mother, "We're not going to open the door, Mom! You'll go to jail! You killed Gran, I saw with myself!"

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! OPEN THE DOOR AND I'LL FUCKING SLIT YOUR THROAT!"

The other boys jumped out of fright when they heard their mother suddenly snap and threaten them, just like their oldest brother said.