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Chapter 63: Vacation?
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Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 63: Vacation?
Devon was halfway out of the elevator, phone in one hand, when Annabelle’s text came through:When are you coming home?Devon stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary. A simple text, just that. No emojis. No follow-up. And still, something in the simplicity of it slowed his steps. The message wasn’t a demand, but he could feel the weight of it.It reminded him of what was waiting beyond the glass walls and the relentless hum of his office: the quiet calm of home, the gentle curve of Annabelle’s voice, the way she never pushed but always noticed.He typed quickly: On my way now.Traffic on the way back was light. New York felt slower at night, a bit more forgiving. The skyline twinkled through the windshield, but his thoughts weren’t on the city. They were, in fact on the board meeting earlier. To the quiet authority in his father’s tone. "Meet me in my office, now." Benjamin hadn’t said what it was about, but Devon knew better than to think it casual.Still, his thought
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 62: What We Stand To Lose
Devon followed his father down the corridor without a word, the tension in his shoulders stiffening as they walked through the corridor. The polished floors reflected the dull overhead lights, echoing the hush that always followed Benjamin Hamilton wherever he walked. Staffs of Hamilton Global Industries moved aside instinctively, avoiding eye contact, as though they could sense the pressure building between father and son.Benjamin didn’t speak until they were behind the heavy oak doors of his office. As soon as the door clicked shut, he went straight to the window, hands clasped behind his back, the cityscape stretching wide beyond the glass."Is she planning to run for office?" he asked, without turning.Devon blinked, his hand still on the back of the chair he hadn’t yet sat in. "What?""Annabelle."Benjamin turned slowly, his face unreadable."Is she planning to go into politics?"Devon lowered himself into the seat, uncertain whether to laugh or walk out. "She just buried her f
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 61: Project Dilemma
The city outside his window pulsed with morning haze, the skyline crawling awake through thin ribbons of gold. Benjamin Hamilton didn’t look up from the report in his hand. Numbers. Projections. Forecasts. A few years ago, this kind of data used to excite him, a billion-dollar gamble backed by five billion in potential annual return. But now, with the ink drying on Senator Hugh Lawson’s obituary and the harbor project all but choked to death by red tape, that excitement had curdled into something colder. Frustration. He set the report down. The Lawson alliance had been calculated. Strategic. Marrying Devon to Annabelle wasn’t about legacy or sentiment. It was politics, leverage, and optics. Hugh had been the face of their push through the regulatory hurdles of the harbor acquisition project. The man knew which strings to pull. He knew how to smile while cutting through legislation like a knife through silk. And now he was gone—heart failure, they said. Quiet. Unexpected. Benjam
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 60: Meet me in my office
The boardroom sat like a glass capsule in the clouds, high above the Manhattan skyline, where the city looked distant and quiet—like it couldn't touch them here. The long table stretched beneath industrial lighting, lined with men and women in tailored suits, murmuring over paper-thin tablets and quarter-folded reports. The company’s logo glowed faintly on the far wall, static and proud: Hamilton Industries.Devon sat at the head of the table with a silver pen in hand, his expression cool and composed. On the surface, everything looked the same, his jacket perfectly cut, tie unwrinkled, the faint shadow of a smirk always at the ready. Dad had told him to head the meeting today, out of the blue.But beneath all that polish, his thoughts kept wandering. Back to last night.The curve of her back as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Her lips, still tasting faintly of wine and citrus. The soft, almost hesitant way she’d touched his jaw like she was still figuring out if the moment ha
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 59: Annabelle
The scent of him clung to the sheets. Annabelle stirred, the cotton cover brushing over bare skin as morning light stretched across the room. She blinked slowly, unsure what had woken her—until her eyes focused, and there he was. Devon, lying beside her, half on his side, one hand propped under his head. Watching her. His hair was still a little messy from sleep. A faint shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, and his eyes—those ridiculously unreadable eyes—were fixed on her like she was something rare and breakable. “You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. “You snore,” he replied with a half-smile. She blinked. “I do not.” “You do and it’s charming. Like a disgruntled kitten.” Annabelle laughed, pulling the covers over her face. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” She peeked out. “No. I don’t.” Devon leaned down and kissed her again—soft and slow, this time. They were morning kisses. Real ones. The kind that didn’t need fireworks to matter. They
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 58: Desires
The kiss started soft—just the press of lips and breath—but it deepened fast. Annabelle’s hands reached up to his collar, pulling him in like she didn’t want to think anymore. Like she needed something real, something now. Devon didn’t hesitate. His mouth met hers again, fuller this time, and as their lips parted, they both tried to catch their breaths. Annabelle's body was flush against Devon's, and soon the night that had begun with laughter and music cracked wide open into something else entirely. Devon’s hand found the small of her back, guiding her gently inside. She closed the door behind them, locked it without looking. The foyer was dimly lit, but Devon’s focus wasn’t on the house—it was on her. The green dress she wore earlier that night, clung to her curves like it had been sewn there, and the way she looked at him—hungry, raw—made everything else vanish. Neither of them spoke as they made their way upstairs. Just soft touches and glances. The tension between the both o
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