Sleeping With My Billionaire Step-Brother
Fiona vanished ten years ago, walking away from her billionaire father, his new wife, and the stepbrother she refused to meet. She built a new life, married a man she trusted, and created a company from nothing—until the night she walked in on her husband and best friend in bed together.
Devastated, she escaped to a bar, where one reckless kiss with a stranger led to a night of passion she could never forget.
She never expected to see him again.
She definitely didn’t expect him to be Rafael Velmera, her powerful new boss… and the stepbrother she never met.
Neither of them knew the truth that night.
Now, they are trapped in a world of secrets, betrayal, and a desire they should never feel. But Fiona is hiding more than just her name. She’s hiding a child… and a war is coming.
Because the night she gave in to him didn’t just destroy her morals, It destroyed the lie her entire life was built on.
And what she’s about to discover will change everything.
What if the man she’s forbidden to love… is the only one who has ever truly been hers?
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Chapter: Chapter FortyFiona:I pushed myself up from the cold floor where Rafael had left me broken and aching. My legs trembled as I walked to the bed and collapsed onto the mattress that still smelled like my childhood. The tears came in waves that I couldn't control anymore."I love him." The words escaped in a broken whisper to the empty room. "I'm in love with Rafael and I've destroyed everything."My chest felt like it was caving in on itself. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle the sobs that were ripping through me. Every part of my body still burned from his touch. Every cell screamed for him to come back and finish what he started.But he never would. I had made sure of that with every lie that fell from my mouth tonight.The realization hit me like a physical blow. I was completely alone. Zoe was dying in a hospital bed because of me. Rafael hated me because of the lies I had been forced to tell. I had no one left who cared whether I lived or died."Zoe." Her name came out as a sob. "I mi
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter Thirty -NineFiona:"Fiona, darling, you must be exhausted." Carmela's voice floated from the kitchen as I stepped through the back door, where I had left Rafael, her forced warmth hitting me like a slap I didn't want to acknowledge.The smell of roasted chicken and garlic filled the air, rich and calculated in a way that made my chest tighten. She had cooked. She had prepared what she probably thought was some peace offering like we were family instead of strangers living in the same house."I made dinner. Roasted chicken with herbs." Carmela appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her face arranged in that careful expression of hope she always wore around me. "I thought you might be hungry after such a difficult day."Difficult day. As if she had any idea what my day had actually been like. As if she knew about Zoe fighting for her life in a hospital bed or the impossible choice Robert had forced me to make."I'm not hungry.""Of course you are. You've gotten too thin. I can s
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter Thirty -EightRafael:The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft whisper. My reflection stared back from the polished metal, but the man looking back seemed like a stranger. Same expensive suit, same face that had graced business magazines for years. But something fundamental had shifted.I had made my choice.The words still reeled in my mind like a bell that would not stop ringing. I choose her. I choose Fiona. I choose her over legacy, heart over heritage, the woman who challenged me over the man who had given me my life.The decision had crystallized the moment Dad walked out of my office. Twenty-four hours to choose between the family that shaped me and the woman who awakened something I had not known existed. But it had not taken twenty-four hours. It had taken twenty-four minutes of staring out my office window, thinking about what kind of man I wanted to be.I wanted to be worthy of what I felt for Fiona. The kind of man who would fight for what mattered instead of hiding behind obliga
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-SevenFiona:"Hello?" I said who the owner of the number was."Is this Fiona?"The voice was male, older, unfamiliar. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Who is this?""My name is Dr. Jude. I'm calling from St. Mary's General Hospital. I have a patient here who had your number listed as her emergency contact."The world tilted. "What patient?""She goes by the name Zoe. She was brought in early this morning after being found at a fire scene. She's been asking for you."I couldn't breathe. The air in Rafael's bedroom felt thin, like I was drowning in it. "She's alive?""She's alive, but her condition is critical. You need to come immediately.""I'll be right there." I was already moving, grabbing clothes from Rafael's closet, pulling on jeans that were too long for me. "What happened to her? How did you find her?""A search and rescue team found her under debris this morning. She's suffered severe smoke inhalation and partial burns, but that's not our primary concern right now.""What is you
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter Thirty -SixFiona:Sleep was impossible. I spent the entire morning staring at the ceiling of Rafael's bedroom, my body still humming from the memory of his touch while my mind replayed his devastating words over and over again. You've never had anything to lose. The phrase carved itself deeper into my chest with each repetition, like a blade twisting in an old wound.I had kicked him out of his own bedroom, and part of me wanted to march down that hallway and kick him out of his own house too. The other part of me wanted to find him and make him explain how he could hold me so tenderly one moment and then dismiss my entire life of loss the next.The silk sheets smelled like him. Like that intoxicating blend of expensive cologne and something uniquely Rafael that made my body respond even when my heart was breaking. I pressed my face into his pillow, breathing him in despite myself, hating how much I wanted him even now.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, hoping against hope that it
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter Thirty -FiveRafael:The door slammed shut behind me with such force that the artwork on the hallway walls trembled. I stood there like an idiot, staring at my own bedroom door, wondering how the hell I had managed to get kicked out of my own house by a woman wrapped in a bedsheet.My chest felt hollow. Empty. Like someone had reached inside and yanked out everything that mattered.She was right about everything. Every single word she had thrown at me was true, and that made it hurt ten times worse.I walked down the hallway to my spare bedroom, each step feeling like I was walking through quicksand. My hands shook as I turned the doorknob. The room was pristine, untouched, exactly how the interior designer had left it two years ago when I bought this place.Cold. Impersonal. Everything my life had become without Fiona in it.I grabbed my phone and dialed Marcus before I could lose my nerve."Jesus Christ, it's barely seven in the morning," Marcus answered, his voice thick with sleep. "This better
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Married To The Devilish Billionaire
She was running from her past. He was still mourning his. What happens when both come back from the dead?
After Samantha's world is shattered by a viral betrayal she never saw coming, the last thing she expects is a lifeline from the coldest man she’s ever met—David Smith. Ruthless, rich, and emotionally locked behind iron gates, David offers her a deal: marry him to fix his image, and in return, she gets her life back. No strings, no emotions, no expectations.
But Samantha isn’t the naive girl she once was. She knows better than to fall for a man who still wears the ghost of his ex like a second skin—especially when that ex is the same woman who once destroyed her in college.
Still, something unspoken brews between them. Something dangerously tender. Just when the ice begins to melt and Samantha thinks she might have found a home in his arms, the unthinkable happens: Kimberly—David’s dead ex, Samantha’s worst nightmare—walks back into their lives… very much alive.
And Samantha? She’s pregnant.
Now trapped between a man she can’t trust, a woman who haunts her every breath, and a secret growing inside her… Samantha must ask herself:
Was she ever more than a placeholder for the woman he couldn’t bury? Or worse—did he already know Kimberly was alive all along?
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Chapter: Chapter Fourteen He looked at me like I was someone else.Someone long gone.His fingers hovered inches from my cheek, his eyes glassy and lost. He was not with me in that moment. He was somewhere else entirely. Some night in the past, some memory still clawing at him.“Kimberly,” he whispered again, barely breathing the name.The name slipped from his lips like it belonged there.My chest tightened, but I refused to let him see it.I could have screamed. I could have slapped him again. But instead, I took a small step back, keeping my face calm, even though everything inside me was cracking.“Wrong woman,” I said, my voice steady and quiet.I jerked awake, “Wow, I still re-lived it in my dream. David, you're a real jerk even showing up in my dream.” I thought as I tried to bury it this time. I won't allow him to destroy my entirety. I'm not allowing him to have an effect on my life. I'm not going to cry, I will pull myself together. Because if I shattered now, I would never stop falling.I glanced
Last Updated: 2025-06-20
Chapter: Chapter Thirteen I woke up feeling like I had not slept at all. My body was still, but my mind had been running the entire night. I could not stop replaying everything David had said to me. Every word from our fight echoed in my head like it was happening all over again.The orchid was still sitting on the table beside the bed. I stared at it for a while. It looked beautiful and full of hope when I placed it there yesterday. Now it just looked tired, like me.I could not stay in the house. I needed to escape the air, the walls, the silence. I needed space, so I grabbed my sweater and headed straight to the greenhouse.The moment I walked in, I took a deep breath. The scent of the soil, the leaves, and the faint smell of roses helped calm my nerves a little. I pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a small pot that needed repotting. My hands went to work while my thoughts tried to stay quiet.I wanted to cry, but I refused to. I kept telling myself I was not weak. I did not need David’s validation. I
Last Updated: 2025-06-20
Chapter: Chapter Twelve "I'm getting plants for my apartment balcony. What are you doing here besides demolishing the local mean girls club?" "Buying supplies for my greenhouse restoration project.""Look at you, going all Martha Stewart." She grinned. "I approve. Though I have to say, it looks like David is rubbing off of you now. You look... I don't know, fiercer somehow.""Desperation will do that to a person.""Ah." Ella nodded sagely. "Speaking of desperation, how did you handle the whole drama with Vincent and your husband at the club?"My stomach clenched at the mention of my ex-fiancé's name. "I don't care! I think David still has him locked up.”"Good stuff! My friend, he deserves it and more, I wish he's locked there forever.”“I don't give a damn, girlfriend.”"Speaking of men, how's David now? Your husband, the cold and mysterious as the tabloids make him out to be?"I considered how to answer that. The truth was too complicated, too raw."He's definitely... Still complicated.""Oof. That's never
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: Chapter ElevenThe morning air carried the promise of change as I stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, watching David's sleek black sedan disappear down the driveway. His departure felt like the lifting of a weight I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. I could literally breathe freely in the house.I turned back to my sanctuary-in-progress, rolling up my sleeves with renewed determination. The afternoon sun streamed through the newly cleaned glass panels, casting rainbow prisms across the workspace I'd begun to create. This would be mine—the one corner of David's empire where I could exist without apology."Mrs. Smith?" Ann appeared at the entrance, carrying a tray with fresh coffee and pastries. "I thought you might need some fuel for your project."I smiled, genuinely grateful for her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Ann. And please, when we're alone like this, just call me Samantha."She set the tray on an old potting table I'd rescued and scrubbed clean. "The supplies you ordered arrived this mornin
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: Chapter TenSilence rode with us in the back of the limousine like a third passenger—unwelcome but impossible to evict. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the night. The diamond necklace felt heavy against my skin now, no longer an adornment but a collar, marking me as property. David's property. Or perhaps more accurately, a piece in his elaborate chess game of business and perception.I didn't glance his way. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The memory of Olivia's hands on him, possessive and familiar, burned in my mind. More than that, the casual way he'd allowed it—as if I myself were invisible.When the car pulled into the circular driveway of the mansion, David exited without a word or backward glance. His polished shoes crunched on the gravel, the sound diminishing as he strode toward the house, shoulders stiff beneath his tailored jacket.The driver opened my door. "Mrs. Smith."The title still felt foreign on my ears. A name borrowed, not earned. I th
Last Updated: 2025-05-06
Chapter: Chapter NineThe morning after everything happened was deafeningly quiet. The kind of quiet that crushes your lungs and makes every footstep sound like an accusation.I skipped breakfast. I wasn't hungry, and the thought of sitting across from either David or his mother made my stomach turn. Instead, I stayed in my room until past noon, pretending to read while staring at the same page for an hour.When a soft knock came at my door, I half-expected it to be Ann with some excuse to check on me. But it was neither Ann nor David who stood there.It was Marcus, David's personal assistant. Tall, professionally detached, with those rectangular glasses that made him look perpetually disappointed."Mrs. Smith," he said, voice deliberately neutral. "Mr. Smith requests your presence in his office."I almost laughed. Requests my presence. Like a summons from a king."What for?" I asked."I believe there's an event this evening he wishes to discuss."An event. Of course. Another performance for the cameras."
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
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