Forbidden Love wtih my Ex-Husband's Billionaire Brother

Giselle’s POV“Wakie, wakie, babe.”Ken’s voice slipped into my head, deep and familiar, but instead of the warmth I used to wake up wrapped in, it hit me like something sharp, jarring, that pulled me out of sleep too fast and left me disoriented in its wake.My eyes opened slowly, heavy, and reluctant, and for a moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how I even got back into the bedroom.I couldn’t remember falling asleep, couldn’t remember walking in here, but I remembered everything else.Every single detail from last night stood right in front of me, vivid and cruel, blocking any chance of me ever looking at Ken the same way again.I turned my head, and there he was.Standing there like nothing had happened, already dressed, composed, already playing the role he had perfected over the years.At my side sat another bouquet of roses, larger than the one from yesterday, brighter, more extravagant, like he was trying harder, compensating for something

Giselle’s POV“Joseph Macmillan,” Annie whispered under her breath, but even though she tried to keep it quiet, I still heard it clearly, every syllable laced with something sharp and trembling, something that sounded a lot like fear wrapped in reverence.The entire hall seemed to freeze over in that exact moment, like someone had sucked the air right out of the room, and suddenly every single gaze shifted, locking onto me and the man standing before me as if we had become the center of gravity itself.I could feel it pressing down on my skin, heavy and suffocating, but my attention was no longer on the crowd, because slowly, piece by piece, I began to understand exactly what I was standing in front of.Joseph MacmillanHis name alone carried weight, the kind that didn’t need explanation, the kind that came with whispers of ruthlessness and quiet danger that lingered long after he left a room.The first son of the Macmillan family, the one who had walked away, who had gone abroad and

Annie’s POVKen’s groan spills out low and rough against my ear while his chest presses firmly against my back and his hands clamp down on my hips like he owns every inch of me, and I bite down on my lip while trying to swallow the mix of pleasure and unease that spreads through me as he pushes deeper into me from behind, stretching me in a way that leaves my body trembling and overly aware of his size.“God, you are so sweet,” he mutters breathlessly, his voice uneven and thick with need, and I can feel every inch of him moving inside me while my body struggles to keep up, tightening and loosening around him as though it has learned his rhythm by heart and responds before I even think about it.Even though the office door is locked, which I made sure of myself before this ever began, a strange tension keeps crawling under my skin and settling in my chest, refusing to ease no matter how familiar this situation has become, and the longer he keeps moving inside me, the more I become awa

Kennedy’s POVFour solid years of what I call love, peace, and stability, was threatening to fall apart, my hand shaking with the documents staring me in the eyes, and the divorce papers that seemed like they were mocking me.Giselle and I we weren’t one of those couples that locked eyes across a room and suddenly the world stopped spinning. No. There was nothing instant about us. No sparks flying on day one, no dramatic confessions under the rain.What we had was slower, messier, and stronger.We built everything from the ground up, through arguments, misunderstandings, and moments that should’ve torn us apart and not for once did I ever think about letting her go.For years, I convinced myself Giselle was the only woman I had ever loved. The only one who mattered. The only one who deserved that title and she was not just the love of my life, but also my business anchor.Her patent is what has kept as afloat all these years, and unlike other women, she trusts me completely with everyt

Kennedy’s POVI let out a slow breath, the kind that felt like it had been trapped in my chest for hours, maybe even days, pressing against my ribs until I could barely think straight.For a brief second, I actually allowed myself to believe things were getting better, that one part of this tangled mess had finally been taken care of, and that maybe, just maybe, I still had a chance to fix what mattered most.Giselle.Her name alone tightened something deep inside me.Now that Annie was out of the picture, I told myself I could fix it. I could explain everything. I could make her understand that Annie had never meant anything to me, that whatever happened was nothing compared to what Giselle and I had built together.I held onto that thought like it was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart.Without wasting another second, I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.It rang.For that brief moment, hope sparked, sharp and bright, rushing through me so fast it almost hur