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One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother

One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother

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last updateÚltima atualização : 2026-05-22
Por:  ChupiChaAtualizado agora
Idioma: English
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Sinopse

Dark Romance

Steamy

Fast-Paced Plot

CEO

Ruthless

Protective

Betrayal

Forbidden Love

Runaway with a Baby

On the night Keyla Tamara was supposed to marry Adrian Churchill, she found him with another woman. Broken, furious, and trapped inside a hotel controlled by his powerful family, Keyla ran before the Churchills could turn her into the scandal. Then she entered the wrong suite. Inside was Draxler Roman Churchill, Adrian’s ruthless older brother, the man everyone feared, and the one person Keyla should never have touched. One forbidden night was supposed to be revenge. By morning, she disappeared with his black cufflink in her hand and left only a torn piece of her wedding veil behind. Five years later, Keyla returns for a funeral with a little boy beside her. Leon Tamara is quiet, cold-eyed, and too observant for a child. He does not trust strangers. He does not like rich men. And when Draxler sees him, the truth hits harder than any confession. Leo is his son. Now Adrian wants Keyla destroyed. Vivienne wants to bury the past before it exposes her. Eleanor Churchill wants the hidden heir under her control, and Draxler wants the family he never knew he had already lost. But Keyla is no longer the humiliated bride who ran. She is a mother who built a life from the wreckage they left behind. She survived without the Churchill name, without their money, and without Draxler’s protection. So if Draxler wants a place beside her and Leo, he cannot demand it as a father, buy it as a billionaire, or claim it as a Churchill. He has to earn it.

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14 Capítulos
Chapter 1: The Bride Who Opened the Wrong Door
(Keyla POV) The door wasn’t supposed to be unlocked. I only realized that later, when it was too late to matter. The security light was already green when I reached for the handle. I remember thinking that was weird for a private suite — groom’s waiting rooms were always locked during the hour before the ceremony, hotel policy, Churchill family protocol, whatever you wanted to call it. But I’d been sent up by the coordinator to check on Adrian because he wasn’t answering his phone, and the door just… opened. Then the door swung open and every thought I had dissolved into nothing. Adrian was there. Shirt inside out, one cuff undone. And Vivienne Vale was three feet away from him, standing in front of the mirror, pressing her lipstick back into place like she had all the time in the world. Like I was the one who walked in at the wrong moment. For about two seconds, nobody moved. The champagne smell hit me first — two glasses on the table, both used, one with a red crescent print
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Chapter 2: Floor 27
(Keyla POV) The door opened before I could decide whether to knock.
Draxler Churchill stood in the frame, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbow, a glass of whiskey in one hand that he hadn’t touched recently enough for the ice to melt. He looked at me the way people look at things they were half-expecting — not surprised, just confirming. I took a step back. The heel of my shoe caught the carpet.
“Wrong floor,” I said. He didn’t move. His eyes moved from my bare hand to the torn edge of my veil, then finally to my face. It didn’t feel like scanning. It felt like cataloguing the damage. “The elevator’s behind you,” he said. His voice was low, quiet in the way a room gets quiet when something’s about to be decided. “I know where the elevator is.” I held up the keycard. “I grabbed this by accident. I’ll go.” He looked at the keycard. Something moved across his face that I couldn’t read, and he didn’t reach for it. “Keyla.” Just my name. He looked at me once and seemed to unders
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Chapter 3: The Brother I Should Have Feared
(Keyla POV)The phone lit up again at 11:47 p.m.
Adrian. Again. I’d stopped counting after the sixth call but apparently he hadn’t stopped trying. I looked at the notification without picking it up, and then the message came through underneath it.
Come downstairs. Don’t embarrass me.I read it twice to make sure I wasn’t misreading the tone. I wasn’t.Didn’t sound sorry. He sounded inconvenienced. Three words, and somehow they told me everything: don’t embarrass me. Like I was a PR problem he needed to manage before the appetizers got cold. Like the embarrassing thing happening tonight was me, standing in his brother’s suite with a torn veil and no ring, instead of him, half-dressed with another woman an hour before our wedding.I set the phone face down on the table.Draxler hadn’t moved from where he was standing near the window. Since I came back out of the bathroom, he’d kept enough distance for me to breathe and enough presence for me to feel him anyway. I was aware of him the wa
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Chapter 4: Before He Woke Up
(Keyla POV) Voices.
That’s what pulled me out of sleep — low, somewhere in the corridor outside, two people talking in the muffled way hotel staff do when they’re trying not to wake guests. I was awake before I understood why I was panicking, and then I remembered, and the panic made complete sense. I lay still for three seconds. Draxler was asleep on the other side of the bed, breathing slow, one hand loose near the edge of the mattress. His watch was on the nightstand. 5:04 a.m. The voices outside got slightly closer, then stopped. A door somewhere down the corridor. Staff, probably. Maybe security.
Maybe someone looking for a missing bride. I got up carefully, keeping my weight off the side of the mattress that might creak. The wedding dress was on the chair where I’d left it — there was no version of putting that back on quietly and quickly, so I didn’t try. Draxler’s robe was on the hook behind the bathroom door. I took it, pulled it over what I was wearing, and tied it f
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Chapter 5: The Bride Who Disappeared
(Keyla POV) The other side of the bed had already gone cold. I noticed it before I was fully awake, before I understood why the room felt wrong — that specific absence, the kind you register in your body before your brain catches up. I sat up. The space beside me was empty. Near the door, something pale caught my eye. A scrap of white lace had caught on the door bracket, its torn edge hanging loose. The rest was gone. Keyla was gone. My watch read 5:22 a.m. On the nightstand, one cufflink remained where I had left two. The keycard she had arrived with was gone. So was my robe. The whiskey glass still sat untouched, the ice melted to water. I sat there longer than I allowed myself to. Then I got up, dressed, and called Marcus. He answered on the second ring, which meant he hadn’t been sleeping either. “Where are you,” I said. “Lobby. Been here since two.” A pause. “I heard the wedding didn’t happen.” “Come to the security office. Don’t use the main elevator.” I picke
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Chapter 6: No Bride, No Apology
(Keyla POV) I gave myself sixty seconds after turning the phone on. That was the plan — turn it on, check if anyone had filed a missing persons report, turn it back off. Sixty seconds. I counted. I didn’t make it to thirty. The notifications hit all at once. Adrian, twelve times. My mother, seven. The wedding coordinator, four. Three unknown numbers. Then one message from Adrian made the rest irrelevant: If you don’t come back, everyone will know you ran to my brother. I read it once. Then again, slower, to make sure it said what I thought it said. He hadn’t apologized. He hadn’t asked if I was okay or tried to explain what I had seen in that room. He went straight to the threat, which told me exactly what would happen if I let him control the next twelve hours. I blocked his number, powered the phone down, and sat on the edge of the motel bed facing a mirror that split my reflection down the middle. The room had cost me forty-three dollars in cash. The front desk cl
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Chapter 7: The Woman in Adrian’s Jacket
(Keyla POV) Nora found the post before I did. She had been watching both phones while I showered. Nora’s apartment was small enough for me to hear the kettle clicking and her fingers moving over the keyboard from the bathroom. When I came out with wet hair and one of her old T-shirts, she held up her screen without saying anything. Vivienne Vale had posted a statement. It was polished in the way statements got polished when someone had help, stripped of messy emotion and accidental honesty until only the careful rhythm of a publicist or a lawyer remained.. The photo was recent. Vivienne wore something understated, no jewelry, her face arranged into the kind of quiet dignity people used when they had already won the room. She asked for privacy during a painful time, then moved quickly to Adrian’s “significant worry” about my wellbeing in the weeks before the wedding. By the end, she had placed herself in the room as a supportive presence for the Churchill family, someone wh
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Chapter 8: The Airport Name
(Keyla POV) I saw him before Nora did. Dark suit. No luggage. He stood near a pillar at the far end of the check-in hall, close enough to watch every line without belonging to any of them.The pin on his lapel was small, a flat silver disc most people would miss. I didn’t. I had spent two years at Churchill family events, where those pins showed up as often as name tags. He wasn’t looking at me yet. His gaze moved through the lines in sections. Maybe thirty seconds before he reached ours. “Change of plans,” I said quietly. Nora followed my eyeline. Took her about two seconds. “Economy check-in, other side.” We moved without rushing, which was harder than it sounds when every instinct told me to walk faster. Nora’s suitcase dragged slightly on the left. I had noticed the sticky wheel at her apartment and ignored it then. Now every catch of it felt too loud against the terminal floor. The alternate check-in line was longer. I got in it and kept my back to where the security man h
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Chapter 9: The Veil in His Drawer
(Keyla POV) “She boarded,” Marcus said from the doorway. “Twenty minutes ago. Flight’s in the air.” He stood in the doorway of the temporary office I’d taken over on the hotel’s executive floor. The room smelled of stale coffee, carpet cleaner, and decisions made by people who never had to clean up after them. On the laptop, a small aircraft icon moved northeast over open water. I watched it long enough to remind myself that distance was not the same thing as safety, then closed the screen. I could have stopped her.That was the part I kept returning to. Not regret. Something cleaner and less forgiving: the knowledge that I had made a choice and would have to live inside it. One call to the right person at the terminal and she would have been pulled from the gate on some harmless-sounding technicality. It would have taken four minutes. She would not have known it was me until it was too late to matter. I didn’t make the call. I let the silence sit for another second. “Tracki
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Chapter 10: The First Morning Without My Name
(Keyla POV) The article used my wedding photo. It wasn’t a stolen candid or some blurry shot from across the street. It was the engagement portrait Adrian’s family had commissioned six months ago and handed to the press themselves. Me in a cream dress, hair done, smiling at something off-camera. The caption underneath read: Sources close to the Churchill family describe increasing concern in the weeks prior. The headline was worse: Runaway Bride’s Mental Collapse Shocks Elite Family. I sat on the edge of the rented bed with the laptop open on my knees and read it at 7 a.m. on a Tuesday in a city where nobody knew my face. Thin curtains let in too much grey light. The radiator clicked every few minutes, with or without heat. Nora’s contact had arranged the room for two weeks, prepaid and quiet. It smelled like the previous tenant’s laundry detergent and a floral spray I couldn’t locate. The article barely used my name. Most of the time I was the bride. Once, I became Miss Tamara,
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