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Blub. Ariella Valencia became Mrs. Thorne to save her family, not her heart. Damon Thorne, the man she married, doesn’t trade in affection. He trades in power, secrets, and control. Beneath the diamond rings and curated smiles lies a prison dressed in silk. When Damon’s estranged brother, Jace, resurfaces with proof that her marriage was built on a lies, Ariella’s illusion begins to shatter. With a mysterious informant feeding her truths and Damon watching her every move, she turns seduction into strategy and love into leverage. But Damon isn’t a man who can be played, and Ariella is done being owned. In a war of love, loyalty, and legacy, only one will walk free.
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Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother .Chapter 15: Inheriting His Own Fire.
Damon’s POVMarcus waited outside my office, jaw locked, phone clutched tight. I didn’t need to ask what was wrong. His face told me everything.“Elsa’s off the grid,” he said.“For how long?”“Seven hours. No ping, no voice. She’s not dead. Just be careful.”She was always too careful.“And Ariella?” I asked.“She hasn’t moved from the penthouse. But there’s something else.” Marcus pulled out a tablet. “Look at this.”He hit play. Surveillance feed. Ariella, balcony, mid-call. Muffled audio. One phrase cut through the wind: “If Damon makes that move, I’ll cut deeper.”I leaned back. “So she’s escalating.”“She knows about the second jet,” he said.I looked away. That jet wasn’t for Ariella. It was my reset button. One Ariella was never meant to discover.“Pull the second team from Geneva. I want that penthouse watched from across the street. No drones. No shadows.”“Yes, sir.”I turned back to my screen. Ariella had built her war room with patience. But she underestimated how deep I’
Last Updated : 2025-09-08Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 14. Collateral Hearts.
Ariella's The digital map glowed dimly across the wall, pins and strings connecting names, deeds, and betrayals. At its center was Damon’s face. The list of bank accounts had just been updated, with new movements and encrypted transfers into a trust registered under a shell company in Dubai, a signal. Damon was preparing an escape route.I tapped the burner. “Marcus, he’s moving the money again.”“Affirmative. And Ariella... he’s in Dubai next week. Quiet trip. No board notice. No press.”I closed the ledger. “Then we get ahead of it.”“Should I arrange tail surveillance?”“No. I’ll handle it personally.”Marcus hesitated. “Ariella, you’re getting too close.”“I want him to know it’s me.”Before the call ended, I loaded the decoy file. Not the real documents, not yet. This one would trace back to a familiar shell firm: Camdis Ventures, the business Damon buried six years ago after a failed bribery scandal. I sent the file anonymously to two members of the corporate board.By 10 a.m.,
Last Updated : 2025-09-08Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 13. Salt and Smoke.
Damon’s POV.The first time I knew she’d crossed a line wasn’t the leaked manifest. It was the silence afterward. No excuses. No questions. Just distance.I’d dealt with betrayal before. I built empires on anticipating it. But Ariella wasn’t a player trying to win. She was rewriting the game board.Marcus handed me another report. “She changed passwords on three dummy accounts. Disconnected all backup lines.”“Timing?”“Within twelve hours of the video.”“She’s quicker than I thought.”“Also…” Marcus hesitated. “She’s using one of Jace’s safe houses. Westside.”Of course she was. The property I'd buried under shell companies. Something he gave her once, maybe. I should’ve torched it.I looked at the city lights outside my office window. “Pull internal surveillance. I need every conversation from the last two weeks. Start with Elsa.”Marcus stiffened. “You think Elsa?”“She’s older than sin and colder than truth. Start with her.”“Understood.”After he left, I lit a cigarette. I hadn’t
Last Updated : 2025-09-07Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 12. The Price of Silence.
Ariella’s POV.I watched the footage three times. Each frame etched deeper into my mind, Damon in a dimly lit suite, shirt undone, a woman in red tracing his jaw, her voice low, seductive. Her name was Amira Caine, international consultant and former intelligence asset. I knew the face. The voice. The agenda.She wasn’t there for sex. She was there for leverage. I didn’t rage. I calculated. I replayed their exchange, isolating the audio. “If you fail, I don’t clean up.” Damon bellowed.“I won’t. But if I succeed, I want options.” Amira replied“You'll get them. Discretion buys you entry.” Damon said, finally. He had already started covering his exits. I wasn’t his only player anymore. “She left at 3:20 a.m. We got footage. Working facial match.”I replied, “Already did. Name’s Amira Caine. Watch her contacts.” By 6:30, I was dressed in navy. Not red. No lace. Just structure. Precision. I wasn’t here to seduce. I was here to dismantle. At 7:10, I walked into the penthouse Damon hadn’
Last Updated : 2025-09-07Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 11: Paper Shields
Ariella’s POVI watched the Westside penthouse cameras as Damon’s jet lifted off. There were three passengers, a briefcase, and no other luggage. A reset in motion. I texted Marcus: “He’s moved. Confirm Panama?” No response.I switched to burner two and pinged the last known access. He was in D.C. this morning. Now, his signal was dead. Another burn and another pawn erased.I turned to the war board. Elsa’s thread was growing colder. Her movements are erratic. She’d vanished off the grid after her last reported tail.I circled her name. Drew a red slash through it. “Dead or doubled,” I whispered. Layla’s eyes didn’t waver. “You said you were ready for this.”“I am.”“Then act like it.” She slid the file across to me. Land deeds contain accounts, names, and other evidence Damon thought he had erased. But I had the backup copies. Always did, though without his consent.“He’s hunting you now,” Layla said. “Not doubting, not threatening, but hunting.”“I know,” I said. “So we stop bei
Last Updated : 2025-09-06Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 10. The Countermove.
Damon’s POVThe message hit harder than I expected.I watched Ariella’s face fade from the screen. I went through her statement inwardly again. What rattled me wasn’t the confession or the accusations but her tone. She was calm and Cold. So controlled and strategic. She’d stopped being my wife the moment she’d stopped being afraid.She wanted a war.Fine.I pressed the intercom. “Marcus.”“Sir?”“Two things, first, freeze every account tied to Ariella. There was. There was a direct link. Use our offshore chain through Zurich. Make it look like a compliance audit.”“Yes, sir.”“Second, verify Elsa’s last three reports. Cross-reference them with the footage from the east hallway. I want to know who she’s talking to.”He paused. “You don’t trust her anymore.”I closed the laptop. “I don’t trust anyone.”I stared at the envelope still lying on the desk when the call ended. There was a black, unlabeled, and untouched document except for my fingerprints. It was a symbol, and a warning.Sh
Last Updated : 2025-09-06
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