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Chapter 18: No More Than That
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Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 43: Name? Devon. My son.
Benjamin Hamilton stood by the tall window of his study, staring out at the hazy sprawl of Manhattan's skyline. He held a tumbler of whiskey in one hand, untouched, the amber liquid catching the light like molten glass. He hadn’t tasted a drop, not yet. He was listening. To the silence. Something had shifted. It had been creeping up in small doses—missed meetings, vague excuses, texts from Devon that felt mechanical. Benjamin had dismissed them at first. Devon had lost someone. They all had. But the boy was drifting now, and Benjamin could feel it. His phone buzzed on the desk. He checked it. No name. Just the number. Benjamin frowned. Then, with a casual motion, he typed in his son's number and hit dial. It rang twice before Devon picked up. "Dad?" "Good afternoon, Devon," Benjamin said calmly, settling into the leather chair behind his desk. "How are you holding up?" "I'm okay," came the answer. Not convincing, but not weak either. "I noticed you missed the advisory meeting
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter: 42: Now The Hunted
Celeste stared at the screen longer than necessary, the cursor blinking like a taunt. Devon hadn’t responded to her last message—just the silent notification that it had been read. Nothing more. She’d expected this, but still, a part of her hoped for something. Anger. Fear. Anything. Her tiny apartment was dim, lit only by the blue glare of her laptop. The air smelled faintly of takeout and burnt coffee. Piles of unpaid bills cluttered the side table. The lease renewal had been denied two weeks ago—no surprise. She was two months behind. Three years ago, she’d made headlines across the country. Her exposé on Senator Crawley’s son had been her golden ticket—splashing across news sites, guest panel invites, interviews on daytime TV. For one strange, glittering moment, she mattered. Then came the fallout. The retraction. The lawsuits. Her name smeared. And the second article, rushed and sloppily sourced, had been the nail in the coffin. The Crawleys made sure of it. That one mistak
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 41: This now... is about Damian
Devon stared at the email like it might change if he blinked long enough. But it didn’t. The message from Micheal was still there, the subject line cold and brutal: THE BIG ONE. He sat in the parked car, the engine off, street sounds muffled beyond the windshield. The P*F stared back at him from his phone screen, its contents still sinking in. Celeste wasn’t just a reporter with a nose for scandal—she was a predator. And worse, she had been circling Damian long before any of this came to light. She was at the diner that same night they had met. That same place. His grip tightened around the phone. A chill settled deep in his chest, one that had nothing to do with the spring air outside. Devon swiped back to the image in the report. Celeste in a trench coat, barely lit by the hotel entrance. Then the still from the gas station’s security footage—her car, unmistakably hers, just yards from the diner. He closed his eyes, and for a flicker of a moment, he was back in that memory. Da
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 40: What The Hell Are You Doing?
Devon and Annabelle Lawson talked about everything and nothing. Her old college roommates. A movie she watched last week and couldn’t finish. The overpriced croissants from a new bakery she hated but kept buying from anyway. It was light and easy, like resurfacing after being underwater too long. After lunch, he drove her through Central Park, winding through familiar streets until they reached a quiet overlook. The car sat idle, the world outside slow and green. “Can't remember when last I got to feel free like this,” Annabelle said, her voice barely above a murmur. “Me too.” Devon replied. Annabelle then leaned her head against his shoulder. “Do you think,” she began, hesitating, “things could ever feel... good again?” Devon wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her gently. “They will. It just takes time.” She turned toward him suddenly, her face close to his. In the quiet, it didn’t feel wrong. And when she leaned forward and kissed him, he didn’t pull away. Not immedia
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 39: I Needed This
Devon straightened the collar of his crisp, navy button-down, pausing in front of the mirror to inspect the fit. It was one of the few shirts he hadn’t associated with boardrooms or funerals lately, which made it the best choice for today. He wanted casual, but presentable. Not too cheerful, but not weighed down by grief either. Devon stood before the mirror in his bedroom, fastening the last button on his navy shirt. And as he did, the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long streaks of gold across the hardwood floor. He hadn't shaved, leaving the faintest shadow across his jaw—a nod to the fatigue that had clung to him since the funeral. Days has past since Damian’s burial, and Devon had barely slept through a single night. He reached for his phone on the dresser, the screen lighting up as he tapped Annabelle's name. For a brief moment, his finger hovered, uncertain. He hadn’t spoken to her much since that day. Guilt gnawed steadily at his insides, the kind th
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother chapter 38: The PI
Michael Sloan didn’t like to be called a private investigator. It sounded too pulp-fiction, too dime-store. Too much like something you'd find in the back of a yellowing paperback with whiskey stains on the cover. He preferred the term "discreet operative." Not that he ever corrected clients—especially not the ones like Devon Hamilton. It had been almost five years since he first got the call. Benjamin Hamilton’s voice had been tight on the line, clipped and full of silent implications. “There’s been an issue,” the man had said. A potential scandal involving Devon, a woman, and a leak that could've tarnished the family name. Benjamin had wanted it handled. Quietly. Efficiently. Michael did exactly that. Devon had barely been twenty one years of age back then. He'd been raw but smart enough to keep his mouth shut. What surprised Michael, though, was what came after—the kid didn’t just vanish back into privilege and forget the man who cleaned up his mess. He came back with questi
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