INICIAR SESIÓNI never planned to betray my husband. Then again, I never planned to fall for his brother either. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what marriage meant. Years later, I have a daughter and husband who cheats, barely bothers to hide his affairs. Until my husband starts blaming me for everything that went wrong between us. And somehow, his younger brother is always there when I need someone. He listens when no one else does. He sees through every fake smile. And he has been making me feel things I have no business feeling. But then we cross a line. One I swore I would never cross. And the worst part? I thought I'd feel guilty. Instead, for the first time in years, I feel wanted. Now every moment makes me want another, and every time I look at my husband's brother, I know we're playing with something neither of us can take back. Because I'm still married. And he's still my husband's brother. But if what happens behind my husband's back feels this right... How am I supposed to stop?
Ver másALEXANDER Mela flinches at the sound of his name, a shudder running through her small frame. She won't look at me. She just keeps her eyes locked on the floor, her chest heaving as she swallows back another sob."Alex, please... not here," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Milan is sleeping.""Mela," I growl. "Did my brother touch you?""He grabbed my arm, okay?!" she snaps quietly, her eyes snapping up to mine, wild and overflowing with tears. "He grabbed my arm and he shoved me toward the bathroom because I wasn't pregnant, Alex! He brought home three pregnancy tests on our daughter's birthday, and when they came back negative, he threw them at the wall and told me I was a failure! He told me I was useless!"Every word that tumbles out of her mouth feels like a blow to my chest.A failure. Useless.My hands curl into tight, fists at my sides. Rage floods my veins. I want to tear Saint apart with my bare hands. I want to drive to that house, drag my coward of a brother out into
ALEXANDER I unbutton my collar, letting out a breath as the elevator doors open onto the grand marble lobby of The Sterling.God, I'm fucking exhausted. Working eighteen-hour days is usually my excuse to avoid going back to the family estate, but tonight, the thought of walking into that house... hearing my stepmother’s fake voice... my birth mother's plea for me to settle down and give her a grandchild, makes my blood run cold. So I’d decided to crash in one of my own penthouses instead. A quiet night in one of my establishments is infinitely better than spending five minutes with my toxic family.I rub the bridge of my nose, stepping toward the glass doors, when a frantic figure holding a child comes rushing blindly away from the front desk.She slams straight into my chest."Woah... I've got you," I rumble instinctively, my hands reaching out to catch her by her waist before she can crash onto the marble floor.The moment my fingers touch her, my whole body freezes. The scent hit
MELANIE"I'm leaving."That's it. If this was a month before, or two months before, or even way back, I'd cry and beg him to stop.But what he doesn't know is that there's only too much shit a woman can take before she flips and says no.A strange, eerie numbness washes over my entire body as I walk straight past the broken cake, past the pink buttercream smeared on the counter, and pick up Milan from the sofa. She instantly wraps her tiny arms around my neck, clinging to me like a lifeline, her little body trembling against mine."Where do you think you're going?" Saint demands, crossing his arms, a smirk playing on his lips like he thinks I'm bluffing. "You have nowhere to go, Melanie. Your family arranged this marriage. They won't take you back if you run away over a fight."I ignore him, walking into Milan's nursery. I grab her diaper bag, throw in a pack of wipes, a couple of outfits, her favorite stuffed bunny, and my purse."Hey! I'm talking to you!" Saint yells, standing in t
MELANIEWhat kind of father misses his daughter's 2nd birthday without an excuse? A sane person would think none, right?Well Saint fucking Evers would burst your mind and give you a run for your money. He's my husband and my child's father. He's also the bane of my existence and the source of my reoccurring pain each passing day.It's so painfully obvious what's happening. Ever since my doctor confirmed my fertility issues were making a second pregnancy almost impossible, Saint had completely checked out. Or rather, he’d changed. First came the obsession... he wanted a boy, an heir, another baby to prove something to his family. But when my body refused to cooperate with his terms, the obsession turned into resentment. Now, he doesn't even bother hiding the women. He comes home late at night, doesn't hide the alcohol dunked breath or the lipstick on his collars. I shake my head, forcing my head to be in this moment. To stay in this precious moment with my daughter."Watch out,






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