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Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 49: No One
Morning filtered in through the tall windows of Hugh Lawson’s office, casting long slants of gold across his oak desk. The light touched everything—his leather chair, the rows of framed awards, the thick rug beneath his feet—but not the hollow in his chest. That emptiness had stayed untouched, undisturbed, since the day Damian died. The headlines had faded. So had the whispers. The funeral had passed, the condolences stopped arriving, and the silence afterward was almost louder than the grief. He stood with his back to the door, one hand wrapped around a half-full tumbler of Glenlivet, the other resting against the edge of the glass pane. His gaze, however, wasn’t on the skyline. It was fixed across the room, on a portrait that hung quietly above the fireplace. Laura. Her painted eyes followed him no matter where he stood, her soft smile frozen in time. God, how he’d loved her. Even now, he still reached for her in his sleep. But she wasn’t what haunted him most. It was Damian. “
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 48: Not While He Breathed
Three days before the phone call that would end a life, Hugh Lawson sat alone in his study, firelight flickering across the hardwood floor like ghosts of decisions he hadn’t yet made. The storm outside was a whisper compared to the one inside him. He held his phone in one hand, unmoving, the name on the screen glowing like an omen: Brian Tellis. His troubleshooter. Brian had once worked inside a federal cybercrimes division before jumping ship to offer private services to men like Hugh—men who needed problems solved with discretion and finality. Hugh answered. "What have you found?" Brian’s voice was flat, clinical. "Her name is Celeste Marlowe. Independent journalist. Real name: Cecelia Marris. Changed her name in 2021 after a court settlement involving a politician in D.C. She has a history of manipulation. You could call her an opportunist. She gets close to powerful people looking for leaks. Studies them, then flips the story." "What about Damian?" "She saw them toget
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 47: Clean
Rain tapped slowly against the windshield, the sound crisp and rhythmic in the quiet interior of the car. The killer sat behind the wheel, his face veiled in shadow beneath the hoodie he hadn’t yet removed. The dull streetlamp flickered overhead, casting momentary pulses of yellow light into the car's cabin. Through the windshield, he could still see the faint outline of Celeste Marlowe's body crumpled on the damp pavement. He didn’t watch for long. His fingers reached for the burner phone beside him, screen already lit. One tap, then a single message: You're up. He set the phone down and leaned back. Less than a minute passed before headlights appeared in the side mirror. A black van, its engine a low growl, rolled silently up to the scene. It stopped directly in front of her body, blocking the view from the main road. The side door slid open with a quiet clack, and two men stepped out, dressed in dark clothes, gloved hands moving with practiced precision. The killer didn’t need
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 46: No More
The wind off the East River howled like a warning. Celeste Marlowe stood at the edge of Pier 19, her coat drawn tight around her frame, the hood casting shadows over her eyes. The dock stretched ahead like a graveyard of forgotten things—graffiti-stained concrete, rusted bollards, broken glass glittering faintly under the waning light. She pulled her phone from her pocket again, checking the time. It was 4:58 p.m now and Devon still wasn’t there. She had arrived early on purpose, not out of excitement but strategy rather. She wanted to watch the area, see who else showed up—that was if anyone did. The air smelled like salt and rust, and the occasional screech of seagulls overhead only made the place feel more desolate and abandoned. She turned slowly, scanning the length of the dock as she did. Beyond the fence behind her, a road curved back toward the city. There were no parked cars. No headlights. Nothing moved. Everything was just eerily still. Her nerves buzzed beneath the sur
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 45: Now The Hunted [pt. 2]
Celeste turned around to look behind her, her heart missed a beat as she did. the man was still there. Leaning against the lamppost like he belonged to the night. Celeste kept walking, her boots loud against the wet pavement. She didn’t run. Didn’t dare look back more than once. But her pulse was a drumbeat, steady and insistent, thrumming beneath her skin. She rounded a corner onto Hawthorne and pulled her hoodie lower over her brow. A coffee shop blinked with flickering neon across the street, but she ignored it. Too exposed. She needed to see if he was really following or if paranoia was playing tricks again. She crossed the street. Two blocks west. One north. No obvious footsteps behind her—but something in her gut wouldn’t unclench. She ducked into a side alley behind a boarded-up bookstore, pausing behind a rusted dumpster. Inhaling slowly, she pulled her phone from her coat pocket and unlocked it with a shaky thumb. The battery was low. Typical. But she didn’t need long.
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 44: Thanks for checking in
Annabelle lay in bed the next morning, staring up at the white ceiling of her bedroom. Sunlight crept past the curtains, dust motes dancing in the slanting beams. But none of it warmed her. The world outside continued, indifferent to the confusion unraveling inside her. She touched her lips. They still tingled, as though Devon’s kiss had etched itself into her skin. It wasn’t planned. It hadn’t even felt romantic. It had been brief—so brief—but it carried the weight of everything they hadn’t said since Damian’s death. Grief. Guilt. Loneliness. Maybe even longing. But not love. Not yet. Or maybe not at all. She then turned to her side and hugged a pillow tightly to her chest. Her heart was unsteady, her mind even more so. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. For days, she had clung to Devon like a lifeline, needing his presence just to stay afloat. He was the only one who seemed to see her grief, not tiptoe around it like it was something contagious. But now, everything had shifted.
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