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036: Yeah, what are you saying?

Penulis: Marvel
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~~PEYTON~~

It took Mr. CEO two good weeks to get back to the office. It's a cold Monday morning, and I'm standing at his desk, his coat in my hand, ready to welcome him back. The moment he steps in, a smile stretches across my face. But I immediately feel stupid for it—it's too wild, too eager—but I can't help it. My heart is pounding with relief. He seems okay, and the whole incident was under wraps, which means I can keep my job. All's good.

"Good morning, boss. Welcome back, and how are you..." I stop myself fast. I remember the cold fury he'd shown me, the way he'd slammed the car door in my face. He's not the type to appreciate overt concern or small talk. So let's make these early hours of the day a success.

"I'm sorry... shouldn't have asked," I mutter, but that's when it occurs to me that the asshole isn't even paying attention.

He blinks at me once and scans the office, taking in every detail from the ceiling to the tiles.

I hold my breath.

I'd spent hours making sure everyth
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    036: Yeah, what are you saying?

    ~~PEYTON~~It took Mr. CEO two good weeks to get back to the office. It's a cold Monday morning, and I'm standing at his desk, his coat in my hand, ready to welcome him back. The moment he steps in, a smile stretches across my face. But I immediately feel stupid for it—it's too wild, too eager—but I can't help it. My heart is pounding with relief. He seems okay, and the whole incident was under wraps, which means I can keep my job. All's good."Good morning, boss. Welcome back, and how are you..." I stop myself fast. I remember the cold fury he'd shown me, the way he'd slammed the car door in my face. He's not the type to appreciate overt concern or small talk. So let's make these early hours of the day a success."I'm sorry... shouldn't have asked," I mutter, but that's when it occurs to me that the asshole isn't even paying attention.He blinks at me once and scans the office, taking in every detail from the ceiling to the tiles.I hold my breath.I'd spent hours making sure everyth

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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    034: Keep this under wraps

    ~~PEYTON~~ I scramble for the phone on his desk, my hands shaking as I grab it. I run back to him, kneeling to place it in his outstretched hand. He's usually composed, but now he's fumbling as he dials a number. He keeps his gaze locked on his leg as it rings. I catch the muscle in his jaw twitching. He looks less like the formidable CEO from a few hours ago."The bionic is acting up again. I'm at the office, and I tripped," he grits into the phone, glaring at his leg.Bionic? He wears a prosthetic. Why didn't I notice sooner? It must be advanced, or maybe I was too distracted by his face to notice. What kind of accident did he have to make him lose a leg?"Peyton."His voice jolts me back."Yes, Sir! Should I call for help? The ambulance, maybe?""No." He grimaces. "Does it look like I'm dying?"I shake my head."I don't need an ambulance. Just get here." He hangs up and looks at me, the desperation in his eyes replaced by that familiar, cold fury, but softer."My car. Get the driv

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    033: Vulnerable

    ~~PEYTON~~I'm not in the wrong place, am I? Because I'm starting to feel like I've made a wrong turn somewhere, maybe a whole series of them, that led me right back here. His stare isn't a simple look. It feels like he sees through my cheap suit and the exhaustion in my eyes, all the way to the pathetic reality I've been running from.Did I really trade everything—my pride, my sanity, my life—for a marriage that feels more like a prison? Is this what it all comes down to? All the fights, all the bills, and nights alone, just to end up standing in front of him, feeling like an absolute fraud? He's not just looking at me. He's making me look at myself."Your stares are making me uncomfortable, sir." I clip, my face is cold too cold to show your boss.Raphael finally shifts, twirling his chair around and back. He sighs like he's exhausted just from looking at me."You won't last one week anyway, so let's get this over with," he says with both hands clamped on the table."Now my rules. N

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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    031: You don't want to meet him

    ~~RAPHAEL~~Axel's caption is a simple, arrogant "Breakfast view."My thumb hovers over the notification, a familiar mix of annoyance and curiosity stirring in my gut. Axel, again. He posts more than a teenager. I usually ignore it, but this time, I can't. Something feels different. I tap the screen.And the image fills my phone: Axel's face, damp hair, and that smug grin, his arm wrapped around Peyton's neck. It's a headshot, framed by the mirror. I ignore his face and go straight to hers. Her smile is small, almost fragile, and her eyes are a little too wide, a hint of confusion in them that I know all too well. 'Cause she must be a confused person having an affair with someone like Axel. He's a glaring red flag.I zoom in, my gaze fixed on her. I see a spiral of ink on my brother's shoulder. I thought I was the only one ashamed to show my scars. What happened to "The scars are what make you a man," huh? Guess my idea of "scars make you different" finally caught up with him. Idiot.

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