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113: Pregnant? Already?

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-14 15:07:25

~~ODIN~~

The door burst open, and two of the estate’s heavy-duty security guards charged in, looking like they were ready for a riot.

One was already barking into a radio on his shoulder after taking in the sight.

"We have a Code Red. Get the car to the front door! NOW!"

And me? I'm frozen.

It happened so fast I couldn't control the situation. This isn't what I came here to do. This was supposed to be a heartfelt conversation—secrets exposed, we speak our minds without holding back. I apologize, tell her I've missed her, and she snaps back but reluctantly admits it. Admits she loves me and that she misses me.

That is what should have happened.

Not this.

And why is she even bleeding?

Is she… is she pregnant? For them? Already?

The second guard, a guy I recognize as Miller, doesn't even look at me first. He lunges for the floor where Peyton is huddled. "Madam? Look at me. Can you hear me?"

"I—I didn't—it’s an accident!" I scramble backward, my hands up, palms out. They’re stained dark r
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    114: I'm her husband

    ~~AXEL~~“His sheer greed makes me sick. It’s almost funny—he’s spent weeks acting like a romantic lead in a thriller, but at the end of the day, he’s just another bottom-feeder looking for a payday.” I scoff, taking a sharp turn that leads to the estate.Raphael is leaning against the passenger door, staring out the window like he’s trying to scrub the last hour out of his brain. He’s already ditched his ruined shirt for a spare one he keeps in the back, but he still looks wound up.“Most people are just looking for an exit strategy, Axel,” Raphael says, not looking at me. “He realized his love story ended with him tied to a chair. Money was the only thing left that didn't hurt.”I shrug in agreement, pulling the SUV through the main gates, the gravel crunching under the tires, my mind flashing to Jason's bloodied face again. Imagining… “I still think I should’ve broken a few more ribs. For personal satisfaction.”“You did enough,” Raph snaps, finally sitting up straight. “I just wan

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    113: Pregnant? Already?

    ~~ODIN~~The door burst open, and two of the estate’s heavy-duty security guards charged in, looking like they were ready for a riot.One was already barking into a radio on his shoulder after taking in the sight."We have a Code Red. Get the car to the front door! NOW!"And me? I'm frozen.It happened so fast I couldn't control the situation. This isn't what I came here to do. This was supposed to be a heartfelt conversation—secrets exposed, we speak our minds without holding back. I apologize, tell her I've missed her, and she snaps back but reluctantly admits it. Admits she loves me and that she misses me.That is what should have happened.Not this.And why is she even bleeding?Is she… is she pregnant? For them? Already?The second guard, a guy I recognize as Miller, doesn't even look at me first. He lunges for the floor where Peyton is huddled. "Madam? Look at me. Can you hear me?""I—I didn't—it’s an accident!" I scramble backward, my hands up, palms out. They’re stained dark r

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    112: Confession

    ~~PEYTON~~I blink. Not from surprise but the blatant confession, while my thumb finally slides away from the Dispatch button as I lower the phone.“Wow. That’s... a lot of therapy hours condensed into one sentence. You want a trophy for self-awareness? Or maybe a sticker?”“I'm being serious, Peyton,” he says, taking a step toward me, his shadow falling over the pink bear. “She noticed. The way I can’t stay out of your space. The way I find excuses to walk through that door even when I know you’ll probably try to have me arrested.”“So, what?” I cross my arms, refusing to let the sudden quiet in the room soften me. “You broke up with your fiancée and now you’re here to—what? Make me your new full-time hobby? Sorry, Odin, the position of 'Annoying Man-Child' is currently oversaturated in my life.”He let out a dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes. “No. She broke up with me because she said I’m looking for a fight I can’t win. And she’s right. I’ve been fighting you because it’s easier

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    111: Congratulations

    ~~PEYTON~~I’m standing in the middle of the living room, staring. Ned—or whoever Raphael sent—didn't just bring a bear; they brought a prehistoric beast.It’s massive. It’s a soft blush pink with cream-colored paws and a ribbon around its neck that probably costs more than my last three outfits combined.I scan it from head to toe, eyes traveling over the thick, high-quality fur. No cheap polyester here. Raph actually did it. Tapped into whatever description I imagined in my mind and just delivered.It's almost concerning. Anyway, I'm not complaining.I dive into it, burying my face in its chest. It smells brand new—clean and soft, so big that when I hug it, I completely disappear into the pink fluff. It’s exactly the kind of ridiculous, over-the-top comfort I needed after yesterday.I don't get to hug it for more than ten seconds when the doorbell rings.I frown, checking the time. It’s too early for the guys to return, and it's too late for the mail.I pull myself away from the bea

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    110: Today's drama

    ~~RAPHAEL~~The sun is barely up, and my head is still pounding from last night’s drama, but a promise is a promise. I pull my phone from the nightstand and open my chat with Ned, my personal assistant.Me: I need a teddy bear.Me: A massive one. Human-sized. If it’s not at least six feet tall, I don’t want it.Ned: Sir, it’s 6:02 AM.Me: I’m aware of what time it is.Ned: And you want a giant toy. To the office? Or the estate?Me: The estate. By noon. And make sure it’s soft. If it feels like cheap polyester, you’re fired.Ned: I’ll add ‘Stuffed Animal Expert’ to my resume. Anything else? A giant rattle? A pacifier?Raphael: Don’t push your luck. Just get the fuckin' bear.I toss the phone back onto the bed. Ned’s been with me long enough to know when to stop asking questions, even when I’m clearly losing my mind.And I don't know why I'm losing my mind. Seems I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.I look over at Peyton, who is still a tangled mess, fast asleep. She looks peaceful—n

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    109: Obsessed stalker

    ~~RAPHAEL~~“And you're telling us now?” I snap, still finding it hard to believe Peyton would keep something like this from us. From me.She's sitting on the couch, curling her toes, and finding it hard to explain.“Raphael, I—”“No, we have spent every waking second making sure you were safe. We built a schedule. We vetted the staff, and you’re telling me that the one person who actually poses a threat followed you to the party we took you to?”I start to pace around the room, scanning the place for something to break.I usually keep it cool, but not this time. Not when she might be in danger.“Do you know what a stalker is? What goes on in their brain?”Axel, who's been leaning on the wall, cuts in. “Raph, that's enough.”“No, it's not enough!” I roar, finally grabbing a heavy crystal decanter from the side table and hurling it into the fireplace.The sound of it shattering is the only thing that matches the jagged edge in my chest.Axel sighs. “Oh great, destroy the place.”“He’s

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