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LOVE, JOY, AND PEACE.

Author: AlphaKelly
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 19:22:33

Dear Readers,

Thank you so much for your patience, love, and unwavering support. It truly means the world to me, and I honestly wouldn't be here without each and every one of you.

For now, this book will be updated biweekly, with one or two chapters each update, as I'm working hard to wrap up my other two stories, Marked In His Rut, and Ice Princes of Hell.

The good news is that daily updates will officially begin in August! I can't wait to dive back into a consistent schedule and share this journey with you all.

Thank you for sticking with me through everything. Your comments, votes, and encouragement keep me writing, and I'm beyond grateful to have you by my side.

With love,

AlphaKelly

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  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 18. WHY DOES HE HATE ME?

    Vincent had just loosened his tie, ready to call it a night when a knock sounded against his bedroom door. "Come in."The door opened, and Olivia stepped inside, her robes wrapped tight around her waist and her arms were crossed like she was bracing herself for something before she had even spoken a word. "This better be important, Olivia. What is it?" He asked, not bothering to look up as he set his tie aside. "I want to talk to you." "Did you think I was expecting you to dance for me before? What is it about?" "Seraphina."Vincent's expression didn't change, though something in his posture went faintly rigid like he already knew where this conversation was heading and had no interest whatsoever in going there. "She's been home two days," Olivia started, keeping her voice controlled. "You've been back a full day yourself and you haven't said more than ten words to her." "I greeted her." "You 'nodded' at her and that was the only time you acknowledged he

  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 17. MARRIAGE PROPOSAL.

    The front doors opened, and Seraphina was already moving before the car had fully stopped in the drive, heels clicking fast against the marble as she rushed toward the entrance. "Mom!" She called out gleefully as soon as her mother stepped out of the car and walked in. Olivia's arms opened wide, and Seraphina fell into them, laughing, some of the tension from the past two days visibly melting off her shoulders. "Look at you, my little princess," she said, cupping her daughter's face with bright eyes. "You look tired. Did they not feed you on that flight or even in school? Have you not been eating well at all?" "Come on, mom. Stop pulling my legs. You know very well how much I love to eat." Seraphina laughed again, leaning into her mother's touch like she'd missed it more than she wanted to admit. "But I have missed your food so much. Nothing tastes better than your meals.” "Exactly what I wanted to hear you say."Behind them, Vincent stepped through the doorway at an unhur

  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 16. THE BLACKWOOD ESTATE. 

    Three black SUVs rolled through the gates of the Blackwood estate, tires crunching over the gravel as floodlights caught the polished paint. The mansion sat at the end of a long drive, all stone and glass, ivy climbing one wing like it had been planted there deliberately to soften what was underneath it all, a fortress. Men stood at intervals along the perimeter, wearing dark suits, earpieces, hands folded in front of them, still as statues until the cars slowed. Nobody spoke as there was no need to. The convoy came to a stop, the middle car parking directly before the entrance. A bodyguard moved fast, rounding the vehicle to pull the door open, extending a gloved hand. A slender hand settled into his palm. Seraphina stepped out first with her chin lifted, dark hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, a deep red coat cinched at her waist despite the warmth of the evening. She'd always had a way of making an entrance without trying. The kind of beauty that didn't need effort,

  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 15. ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? 

    12 YEARS LATER.The video played on a loop, showing what seemed to be grainy footage from a security feed somewhere in the docks. It was timestamped weeks ago. The masked man in it moved like something entirely out of a fever dream. He was fast in his attack, precise and brutal in such a way that left no room for hesitation. He disarmed one attacker, drove the blade of his weapon through another's throat without breaking stride, and turned on the third one before the latter could even raise his gun. Six bodies. Under two minutes. Then he faced the camera dead-on, raised a pistol, and fired. The screen went blank. Someone clapped after it was over, breaking the chilled silence. "Talented," Aaron said, leaning back from the laptop with his arms crossed, "I will give him that."Nicolas didn't respond. He was standing by the glass wall of his office, staring at the city lights that were bleeding gold and red against the dark glass. He had a stick of cigarette pinched between two fi

  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 14. KIDNAPPED.

    "Thank you so much, ma'am." Saint bowed slightly, tucking the small paper bag of herbs and other ingredients into the basket fixed to the front of his bike. The old woman waved him off with a warm, wrinkled smile, adjusting the shawl around her shoulders against the evening chill. "Go home quickly now. It's getting dark," she said, glancing at the sky which had already deepened into a heavy blue grey. "And greet your father for me." "I will!" Saint swung his leg over the bike, offering her one last smile before pushing off down the narrow road. The streets were quiet this time of evening with shops already beginning to close their shutters, the occasional streetlamp flickering to life as the sun disappeared completely behind the rooftops. Saint pedaled at an easy pace, mind still tangled in the conversation he'd had with his father the day before. It's been two days and he couldn’t help but wonder what Nicolas could be doing or thinking. He was sure that Nicolas would be r

  • Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother    CHAPTER 13. LOVE IS LUXURY.

    Nicolas might not have remembered much from that night but he remembered enough. He remembered what had happened in the bathroom. He remembered what had taken place that night in between the sheets. He remembered enough to know that when he woke up the next morning, reaching instinctively for the warmth beside him, there had been nothing but cold sheets and an empty room. Saint's side of the closet was scattered. His shoes were gone from beside the door. Even his toothbrush which had sat next to Nicolas's for weeks now had also vanished from the bathroom counter like it had never existed.Nicolas stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring at the space Saint used to occupy, something twisting uncomfortably behind his ribs. He told himself it didn't matter. A short term break was starting anyway. Everyone was heading home later in the evening for a few days. It meant nothing that Saint had left earlier without a word. It meant nothing. He repeated that to himself several times b

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