Dear Ex-husband; You'll beg for me
He betrayed me with my own stepsister. Big mistake.
I thought my marriage to James was my forever—a sacred vow built on love and loyalty—until I caught him tangled in our sheets with Mel, the woman I once trusted most. That betrayal shattered my world into a thousand jagged pieces and left me gasping for breath. Broken, humiliated, and cast out, I clung to the only thing left: the secret of a tiny life growing inside me, a miracle after years of heartache.
Then Silas Truman, a powerful billionaire, stepped into my shattered world with an offer I couldn’t refuse—a marriage contract promising strength, security, and a chance to rebuild from the ashes. Desperate, I took it.
Three years later, I returned not the broken girl I was, but a woman who commands an empire. But life’s cruel twist struck again when Silas lost his memory in an accident, erasing everything we built together. Now, with his empire in my hands, I face James’s shadow and a choice I never expected—between the past that almost destroyed me and a future I never saw coming.
The question is, which path will I choose when everything hangs in the balance?
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Chapter: Chapter 65: The Reckoning(Elara's POV)The world did not end with a bang. It ended with the shrill and digital scream of a dead man’s switch.Peter’s fingers did a final and violent dance across the mechanical keyboard. He breathed out a single word as if it were a final prayer. He said that it was sent. On his screen, a progress bar hit one hundred percent and then dissolved into a flickering skull icon. That was Peter’s personal signature. It was a digital middle finger to the empire Thorne had spent decades building.Peter looked at the screen with wide eyes. He looked like a man who had just set fire to his own house to stay warm. He whispered, "The SEC just got the keys to the kingdom." He told me that the Washington Post just received the internal memos regarding the New Delhi clinical trials. He said, "There's no taking it back now." He told me, "We just burned the world down."I told him, "It's good." However, the triumph felt hollow. I
Last Updated: 2026-03-24
Chapter: Chapter 64: The Sanctuary of Shadows(Elara's POV)The darkness of the carriage house was not merely an absence of light. It was a physical weight pressing against my eardrums as the hum of the high end servers died a sudden violent death. When Peter cut the power the silence that rushed in was deafening. It was broken only by the rhythmic mechanical hiss and click of Silas's portable ventilator. The sound echoed like the breathing of a wounded beast hidden in the corner of the room."Peter the gurney now," I whispered. My voice felt small against the backdrop of the encroaching storm.Outside the world was no longer peaceful. The Heights with its manicured lawns and silent streetlights had betrayed us. I could hear the gravel of the driveway crunching under tires that were not trying to be quiet. These were not scouts. They were a recovery team."I cannot just yank the leads Elara." Peter's voice was a frantic jagged edge in the dark. I could see the pale
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Chapter: chapter 63: You're in there(Elara's POV)The carriage house was a relic of a different era, all dark oak beams, smelling of linseed oil and the cold, damp scent of sleeping stone. It was a fortress disguised as a family heirloom.While Charles and Peter worked with the grim efficiency of soldiers to move Silas into the ground-floor suite, I stood in the center of the room, my hands still vibrating from the adrenaline of the chase. The silence here was different than the silence of the clinic. In the clinic, the quiet was manufactured, sterilized. Here, the silence felt heavy, layered with the ghosts of my own childhood and the encroaching reality that we were now officially fugitives."He's stable," Peter called out, his voice echoing slightly off the high ceilings. He was hovering over the monitors he'd just patched into the house's backup generator. "The transport didn't tank his stats as much as I feared. His heart rate is hovering at 62.
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: Chapter 63; Off the grid(Elara's POV)The transition from the clinic to the van was not the clean, clinical extraction I had imagined. It was a desperate, fumbling heist where the cargo was the man I loved.The hallway of the private wing felt a mile long. Charles and Mercer moved with a synchronized, predatory grace, flanking the gurney while Peter trailed behind, his eyes glued to a tablet that showed the clinic’s security feed in grainy thermal patches. I walked at Silas’s side, my hand resting on the railing of the bed, feeling every vibration of the rubber wheels against the linoleum.He looked so small. Without the grand mahogany desk of his office or the tailored lines of his charcoal suits, Silas was just a collection of sharp bones and pale skin. The portable ventilator hissed—a rhythmic, mechanical sigh that felt like the only thing keeping the world from collapsing in on itself."Clear," Mercer whispered into a headset.W
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Chapter: Chapter 62: Cornered(Elara's POV)The clinic was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the heavy, pressurized stillness of a tomb. The only thing breaking it was the hum of the air filter and the rhythmic, hollow beep of Silas’s heart monitor.Morning light cut through the blinds in sharp, golden slats, but it didn't make the room feel any warmer. My neck was a knotted mess from sleeping in that rigid chair, and my eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into them.Peter was hunched over a laptop in the corner, his face washed in a sickly blue light. He hadn't muttered a word in an hour. By the window, Charles stood like a gargoyle, arms crossed, staring down at the parking lot. He was waiting for the world to break.Mercer was a shadow behind the door—always there, always silent.The vibration of my phone on the plastic nightstand felt like a physical jolt. I didn't recognize the number. I let it buzz a few time
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Chapter: Chapter 61: The First Strike(Elena's POV)The silence after Silas slept again was different. It was not the quiet of waiting. It was the quiet of a decision made. The air felt charged, like the moment before a lightning strike.Charles moved first. He picked up the gray ledger from the side table with precise movements. He flipped it open to Thorne’s page, his eyes scanning the cold, clinical text."Lycos Holdings. Starling Trust. Mako Ltd."He read the names of the shell companies like a judge reading a verdict."The audit trail for Lycos is the thinnest. It is the most exposed. He will have the least time to move or hide it."He looked at me. The question was not in his words, but in his eyes. He was asking if I was ready.My husband’s hand was still in mine, warm and slack. He had woken up a stranger and handed me the sword. If I hesitated now, the man who did this to him won. The woman who manipulated my father won. My pathetic and
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Craving The Reckless Twin: Hot Erotica Collection
⚠️WARNING: For mature readers 18+ only.
Themes: Body worship, dominance, primal play, and MFM/threesome content.
"Stop fighting it, Sloane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He yanks my head back until my throat arches, exposing my frantic pulse. His thumb shoves past my lips, pressing down on my tongue with bruising force, marking me before he even tastes me.
I choke on a gasp, thighs trembling against the wall. "We can’t."
"Shut the fuck up," he snarls, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck. "I’ve spent years tracking every prim step you took. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finally cornered my prey."
He sinks his teeth into the junction of my shoulder, a sharp, possessive bite that will leave a jagged purple brand by morning. "Now, you’re locked in this cage with us. I’m going to leave my mark on every inch of your skin."
Behind him, his twin looms. A silent, lethal predator. I’m caged between them, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and ruin.
For four years, I was the invisible shield for the Sterling empire. To me, they were liabilities. To them, I was the hunt.
Zurich changed everything. The boy I once scheduled is now a man who pins me down, whispering filth while his brother watches, his eyes dark with the same starving intent.
I was paid to guard the Sterling legacy. Now, I’m the prize. I want them to hunt me. I want them to worship me. I want them to break me until there is nothing left but surrender.
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Chapter: Chapter 16 – The Ghost in the Hallway(Sloane’s POV)Day four felt like a year.By now, the rhythm of the apartment had shifted into something unrecognizable. The air was thick and stagnant, like the hold of a ship lost at sea. I woke up at 5 a.m. because sleep was no longer a place of rest. It was just a brief, restless interruption to the waking nightmare of being invisible.I stayed in bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling and listening. I listened for the click of a lighter. The heavy thud of boots. I had become a professional eavesdropper, a stalker in my own home, tracking Leon’s movements through the walls because it was the only connection I had left to him.When I finally forced myself out of bed, my reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like a stranger. My skin was sallow, and the dark circles under my eyes were deep enough to hold secrets. I had not eaten a full meal in three days. The thought of chewing made my stomach turn.I walked into t
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Chapter: Chapter 15 – The Sound of Erasure(Sloane’s POV)The explosion ended not with a big cinematic bang, but with a click.Leon let go of Kai’s collar and stepped back. He did not say a word. He wiped a smear of blood from his lip with the back of his hand and looked at us. It was a long, heavy look that made my skin crawl. Then he turned and walked to his room. He did not slam the door. He closed it with a quiet, final click that felt a hundred times louder than any shout.Kai let out a long, shaky breath. He rubbed his chest where Leon’s knuckles had bunched up his shirt and looked at me, his eyes searching.“Are you okay?” he asked.I nodded, even though my heart was still thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was not sure I was okay. I walked to the window and pressed my palms against the glass. It was cold. Outside, the river was dark and restless, reflecting the city lights in broken, shivering pieces. I felt exactly like that. Fractured.
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Chapter: Chapter 14 – No Turning Back(Sloane's POV)The apartment felt like it was holding its breath.Leon stood in the doorway, a shadow against the hall light. He’d changed into a dark hoodie and jeans. His hair was still damp from a quick shower, but the water hadn't washed away the restless energy rolling off him.He stayed there, arms crossed. His eyes tracked the wreckage of the evening. The spilled bourbon soaked into the rug. Shards of glass reflected the low light like tiny, cold stars.Leon’s gaze settled on me first. It wasn't the smirk I expected. It was a slow, heavy assessment. He seemed to search for a crack in my composure, a secret written in the flush of my cheeks.He didn't mention the kiss. The one that still felt like a brand on my skin. But the air between us was thick with the ghost of it.Then, he turned his focus to Kai.“You two were gone all day. Again,” Leon said. His voice was low. It carried a dangerous, conversational edge
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Chapter: Chapter 12 – Refusal Falters(Sloane’s POV)By two in the afternoon, the silence of the university library was the only thing keeping me from screaming.We weren’t at the apartment, and for that, I was grateful. Kai had secured a private study suite for his fellowship committee briefing. The air was filtered and sterile, smelling of old vellum and the bitter tang of expensive espresso. It was a vacuum. A sanctuary. A place where the suffocating heat of the living room couch couldn’t reach me.I sat at the end of the long oak table, my laptop humming, a silent engine powering Kai’s ambition. For three hours, I watched him dismantle a room of seasoned academics. He was magnificent. Composed. Brilliant. Untouchably professional. Every time his gaze flicked to mine for a data point, I felt a rush of something dangerously close to pride.This was the plan. This was the “safe” harbor.I had been tending to these brothers since they were in high sch
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Chapter: Chapter 11 - Day Three(Sloane's POV)Day three of my self-imposed exile from Leon started with a headache that felt like a blunt nail being tapped into my temple.I stayed under the covers for way too long, just staring at this tiny, jagged crack in the ceiling plaster. I’d lived here how long and never noticed it? It looked like a map of a river I didn't want to follow.My head hurt, and my skin felt itchy and tight, mostly because my brain kept replaying that stupid moment from yesterday.The way his wrist brushed mine.It was just a second. Not even a second. But my body was acting like it had been branded, and I hated that more than the headache.I finally rolled out of bed because I couldn't stand the smell of my own stale thoughts.I skipped the fancy routine and just threw on an oversized sweater that had seen better days and some leggings.I looked in the mirror, saw the dark circles under my eyes, and just splashed some co
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Chapter: Chapter 10 - Fighting Myself(Sloane’s POV)I barely slept that night,tossing against sheets that suddenly felt too heavy, like they were made of lead. I kept replaying the way he had walked past me in the living room the evening before. He hadn't even touched me, but his hand had brushed the back of the couch so close to my shoulder that I felt the displacement of air, a ghost of a caress that set my skin prickling. I hated how easily he got under my skin, how he seemed to occupy the atmosphere itself.I woke up nearly an hour before my alarm, my muscles coiled tight. I moved through the dim shadows of the room, but I didn't reach for my usual jeans. My skin felt feverish, and the thought of heavy fabric was unbearable. Instead, I padded out into the hallway in black silk pajama shorts and a thin camisole that left very little to the imagination. I figured I’d be alone at 5:30 AM.I was wrong.The smell of expensive coffee hit me befor
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