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Door that should've stayed close
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2025-07-14 17:41:00
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Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. Door that should've stayed close
Dominic's POV I don’t even realize when I quickly tell Enzo to get the car ready. One moment, I’m staring at the city skyline, jaw tight, mind drowning in whiskey and memories I should’ve killed months ago. The next, we’re driving. Fast. Darkness swallows the roads ahead, headlights casting long shadows that move too much like ghosts. My fingers drum against my knee, slow and methodical, the only sign I’m not entirely composed. “She’s still staying with her best friend,” Enzo says from the passenger seat, glancing at me like he’s not sure I should know this. “Rachel, the one from university. The same apartment.” I nod once. That’s all I give him. It’s all I can give without snapping the gear shift off its mount and throwing it out the window. I don’t speak again. Just sit there, teeth clenched, breath shallow, letting every image of her and Emiliano burn its way into the lining of my skull. Her lips on his. Her hands around his neck. Her face tilted in something too close to de
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. He's heard and seen
Dominic's POV I always know when something is off the second Enzo walks in without being told. He knocks, but he doesn’t wait for permission. Just pushes the office door open, stiff in his movements like he’s carrying news that could alter the shape of a man. I’m seated behind my desk, sleeves rolled up, cuffs stained faintly with blood that isn’t mine because I had just given a blow to some man who thinks he could overule me. It’s been a long morning. Negotiations. Silence. That dull ache behind my temples. Enzo stands before me, shoulders squared. “What?” I ask, voice sharp, cold, habitual. His hand doesn’t shake, but it’s too deliberate when he places the phone on my desk. “You need to see this.” I don't take it right away. I don’t look because I already know. There’s a pressure in my chest I’ve been trying to ignore all week. A pressure that comes and goes when I think of her, Selene. Selene. The one woman I've tried to bury in my head so many times but it just d
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. The photo
Selene's POV The room held its breath, just like I did as Emiliano hands touched my back, it was warm, almost reverent, a measured glide from the base of my spine to the curve of my waist, as if he were trying to memorize me one line at a time. His palm settled there, a quiet pause, a question his lips hadn’t asked yet. My breath was lodged somewhere between my chest and my throat as he moved closer. I didn’t move. The space between us collapsed as his fingers brushed the first button of my shirt. I watched, caught somewhere between reluctance and longing, as his gaze flicked briefly up to meet mine, searching for resistance… or permission. The button came undone. Click. It sounded louder than it should’ve in the dim quiet of his bedroom. He moved to the next one. His fingers trembled slightly but barely. A man like Emiliano rarely let anything show. But I saw it. Click. I blinked slowly, my heart thudding a deep ache into my ribs. And that was when I stepped back not out of
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. Unhearted Territory.
Selene's POV The airport ride to Paris was eerily quiet. The city lights of Paris shimmered through the tinted glass. My palms were too warm and trembling too much, but I held them still on my lap. I will accept his request. I know he likes me. The thought felt like stepping on a fissure dangerous to cross, yet unavoidable. I used the image of Aria tapping into a thread of courage in me. I had to do this. At the glass front of Emiliano’s building, I hesitated, once, twice before stepping out. The doorman nodded, I pressed the buzzer, and the door clicked open. The silent hallway greeted me with polished floors and hushed exclusion. My heels clicked with careful determination. I climbed the stairs, each step a meeting point of fear and resolve. The apartment door swung open to emptiness. The living room, white tiles, modern art, stark silence. I realized immediately: no music, no scent, no comfort. My pulse beat against my ears, and for a moment I questioned: what have I done? Bu
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. No rest for the heart
Selene’s POV The moment I stepped out of Dominic’s house, something inside me settled and something else tore wide open. I’d handed Aria to Samira with a smile that didn’t reach my heart, promising to return tomorrow, even though I could barely breathe. Aria had clung to me, resting her little face in the crook of my neck before she let go. The scent of her soft curls still lingered on my sweater. The door closed behind me with a kind of finality that made my chest ache. I blinked fast, not allowing the tears to fall. I couldn’t cry yet. Not in front of anyone and for what? My driver was already waiting, the black SUV parked at the curb like a quiet promise. As soon as he saw me, he stepped out and opened the door. I slid in wordlessly, my body shaping slightly against the leather seat like it could protect me from the world. “Where to, ma’am?” he asked. I took a deep breath, then reached for my phone. “Rachel’s apartment. And call her. Let her know I’m coming back.” He nodded a
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. Engagement?
Selene's POV “You passed my test,” the old man said with a calm smile, his voice gravelly with the weight of age and purpose. “Now it’s left for you both to sort it out.” He said slowly, brushing invisible dust off his tailored jacket like the moment was nothing more than another business meeting closed. “I’m leaving,” he added, taking a step toward the door. But before he could cross the threshold, Dominic’s voice called out—sharp, immediate. “Grandfather.”The man halted mid-step, glancing back with mild curiosity. “Yes?” “I’d like to make an announcement,” Dominic said. “Since you’re here… you should be the first to know.” The room froze. Even the air seemed to pause. Grandfather raised a brow, intrigued. “Go ahead, then.” Dominic exhaled slowly, slipped his hands into his pockets, his usual signature posture and turned toward us. His eyes didn’t touch mine. He looked straight ahead, his chin tilted with the cold pride only he could wear so flawlessly. “I’m getting enga
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