Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Elise's POV

"Yes... oh God, yes... harder, baby..."

That was the voice I heard that made me freeze at my own front door, key halfway to the lock. That voice sounds just like my best friend, Olivia's voice.

"You like that? Tell me how much better I am than her." I heard another, and that's Morris, my fiancee.

Wait, Morris?

My hand trembles as the key slips in clattering against the doorknob. I could hear my own heart beat at that point.

No, this can't be happening.

The sounds grow louder as I step inside. This is our apartment and the same place where Morris proposed to me six months ago.

"Baby, you're so much tighter than Elise..." I heard as my feet carried me forward, down the hallway, toward our bedroom and when the door is cracked open, through the gap, I saw them.

Olivia is on her hands and knees on my bed, and Morris is behind her, gripping her hips, thrusting into her with an urgency I haven't seen in months. 

"Does she know?" Olivia gasps between moans. "Does she suspect anything?"

"About us?" Morris laughs, 

"Elise? She's clueless."

"And the policy?" Olivia's voice drops lower, 

"The life insurance?"

"Already done. Fifty million, baby. All mine once the accident is arranged." He said and my legs almost gave out.

"When?"  She asked.

"Two weeks. Maybe less. I'm just waiting for...fuck, I'm close..."

I couldn't listen anymore as I stumble backward, my hand flying to my mouth to stop the sob coming up my throat.

I had just went to Harrington & Associates, the event planning firm where I'd worked for three years. Mr. Harrington had asked me to come in early to finalize the contract for the Montgomery wedding, a huge account, one that would finally give me the promotion I'd been working toward.

I'd been so excited and I'd even texted Morris

: "Big day today! Wish me luck!"

He'd replied: "You don't need luck, babe. You're amazing. Love you."

What a liar.

I was gathering my things, ready to head to lunch with Mr. Harrington to celebrate signing the contract, when I grabbed my bag and felt paper crinkle inside. It was off because I didn't remember putting any documents in my personal bag.

Curious, I pulled out a folded document and it turned out to be an Insurance Policy. 

It says it was Insured by me and that the beneficiary was Morris James Jones, for a sum of  Fifty million dollars.

My signature was at the bottom. But I'd never seen this document before, talkless of signing it.

I held it up to the light, examining the signature. It looked exactly like mine, like someone had copied my signature.

My hands started shaking, why would Morris need a life insurance policy on me? Why would he forge my signature? There had to be an explanation as maybe it was a mistake, maybe he'd gotten confused, thought I'd signed it when I hadn't.

I'd called him about three times and when there was still no answer. I'd texted though he didn't reply.

I'd left the office in a daze, barely remembering to tell Mr. Harrington I felt sick, that I needed to go home. 

I'd driven home on autopilot, with my mind spinning with possibilities of what was going on as I seriously hoped that whatever it was that I was thinking of is not real.

Life hasn't been easy ever since my mom had died about four years ago. My dad had in my younger years abandoned my mom and I and she had struggled to bring me up in the best way possible, only for her to be murdered without any trace.

The murderer is still out there doing whatever, as the case remained unsolved till it was closed.

Morris and Oliva had been with me all those years without my mother, they had been the family I never had, and now... God! they're going to kill me? A sound escapes my throat, and I clap my hand over my mouth, but it's too late.

The sounds from the bedroom stop and I knew they had known I was there 

"What was that?" Olivia's asked.

"Probably nothing. Stay quiet." He replied and I soon heard footsteps coming outside.

I stumble backward, and my elbow catches a picture frame on the hallway table. It crashes to the floor, and the glass shattered.

"Fuck! Someone's here!" He said before kicking the door open with his legs. Morris stands there, completely naked, his face flushed as Olivia scrambles to cover herself with my sheets. 

Morris's eyes lock on mine and we just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Elise." His voice is too calm. "Baby, this isn't what it looks like."

"Really?" My voice cracks. "Because it looks like you're fucking my best friend in our bed while planning to murder me for fifty million dollars."

His expression doesn't change, neither did he act like he was ashamed, that's when I know, this isn't the man I thought I loved. 

"You weren't supposed to be home yet," he says, and starts walking toward me slowly.

And before I knew what was happening, he reaches for the kitchen doorway and he comes back holding a knife. 

"Morris?" My voice is barely a whisper. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Elise. I really am." He doesn't sound sorry. 

"But you've left me no choice. We needed more time. The accident was supposed to look natural. But now..."

He takes another step forward.

"Now we have to improvise." He said slowly.

"Morris, please..."

"It'll be quick. I promise." He said and he lunges at me.

Instinct takes over. I see the knife coming toward me, and my body moves before my brain can catch up. I kicked his balls and he immediately fell on his knees, holding them in agony.

"You bitch!" Olivia screams, finally wrapping the sheet around herself and rushing to his side.

"You fucking bitch!"

I didn't wait to hear more, I just ran away. I didn't even care if he was still chasing me or not.

When I got out the door,I just had to keep running.

It was already at night, and since our estate gets very silent even at night, no one was outside.

I was getting very scared and could hear footsteps approaching from my house. That was when I spotted a black car parked not too far from where I was standing.

The headlights were still on and I could see someone sitting in it and about starting the car. I immediately ran towards it and got in.

"Drive, please." I said to the driver as soon as I got in, not even bothering to look at his face.