LOGINWarning: This book is packed with raw adult content, heavy mind games, and dark taboo themes. If you can't handle intense obsession or a forbidden relationship that breaks every rule, quit reading right now. Turn the page only if you dare. When Walton Chandler leaves his new bride, Isabela, alone in his freezing family estate for a year, he thinks he’s left her secure. He’s wrong. He left her with a predator. His younger brother, Charles, is a muscular alpha male who has been quietly losing his mind over Isabela since day one. Left under the same roof, Charles systematically breaks down her walls, dragging her into a dark, addictive affair. But the real nightmare begins when Isabela gets pregnant just as Walton returns. Walton has a twisted secret—he’s completely infertile. To save face in front of his tyrannical father, Walton claims the baby and locks Isabela in a psychological cage. Now, she is trapped between a cruel husband using his legal power and a possessive brother-in-law ready to tear the empire apart for her. As the war between the brothers turns lethal, the walls are closing in on Isabela. Can she survive the brutal wrath of her husband, or will she be completely consumed by the dark, controlling obsession of the brother-in-law who swears he owns her body and soul?
View MoreThe heavy click of the lock turning in the brass mechanism echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous quiet of the drawing room. Before the breath could even leave my lungs, Charles was there. The calculated, aristocratic restraint that he wore so effortlessly in public dissolved into thin air, replaced by an urgent, raw desperation that matched the wild beating of my own heart."You shouldn't be here," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as his hands caught me by the waist, yanking me up from the mahogany chair with a sudden, bruising force. "Victoria just left. Mrs. D'Souza—she’s been assigned to watch my every move. They’re closing in, Charles.""Let them try," he muttered
The grandfather clock in the grand hallway chimed twelve times. Each heavy, echoing strike felt like a countdown against my own sanity.For two hours, I had stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, the folded note burning a hole in my bedside drawer. The greenhouse at midnight. Every logical thought screamed at me to stay put—Victoria’s harsh warning echoed in my ears, and the ghost of Walton’s cold indifference hovered over the estate. Yet, an agonizing emptiness pulled at my chest.I didn't care anymore. I was tired of being a trophy wife locked away in a gilded cage.With trembling fingers, I threw a dark, heavy shawl over my sheer silk nightshirt and tiptoed out of my room. The mansion was dead silent. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like thunder. I slipped through the side exit, the cool Cape Town night air hitting my flushed skin as I crossed the moonlit courtyard toward the glass greenhouse.The structure loomed ahead like a silver-draped cage. Through the curved glass panes
"Walton isn't here," he murmured, his thumb catching a tear on my skin. "He left you in this giant house to rot for months. Do you really want to cry alone every night?""No," I breathed, the honesty tearing out of me. "But not like this.""Look at me, Isabela." He gently tilted my face up. His breath was uneven. He was scared of the risk too. I could see it in his eyes. "Just let me make the loneliness stop."Through the glass windowpane, my eyes were locked onto his full, rigid length as his hand stroked it in a heavy, ruthless rhythm.His cock was swollen at this time, erect right between his balls. Completely clean, clean-shaved, with not a single hair on it. It looked massive and entirely wild, making my stomach drop with a sudden, hot surge of desire. I was craving. Seeing him do that was making my vagina wet. A forbidden urge flashed through me—I wanted to walk in, drop to my knees, and take him completely into my mouth. But the terror of Victoria catching me and telling Walto
"Stay away from Charles," she said bluntly, her voice dropping into a harsh whisper.I swallowed hard, trying to force a look of pure confusion. "What? Victoria, he’s Walton’s brother—""Don't play dumb with me," Victoria snapped, cutting me off with a sharp glare. "I saw the tension between you two at breakfast. I know exactly what you're doing.""Nothing is happening," I lied, my throat feeling incredibly dry."Do you think I'm blind?" she stepped even closer, her eyes narrowing. "I know you both were in the kitchen together last night. I know the guard saw the lights. Let me make this completely clear to you: Walton married you for an alliance, nothing more. You are just a decoration in this house."I clenched my fists at my sides, the humiliation burning hot in my chest."Walton just called from London," Victoria continued, a cruel, mocking smile touching her lips. "His business meetings are being extended. He won't be back for another two months. That means I am running this esta


















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