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One night with my brother inlaw
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đ đđThis book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature readers only. I traded my freedom for a last name. Now, I wear silence like perfume and lies like lipstick. To the world, Iâm the elegant wife of Mattio â wealthy, powerful, untouchable. Behind closed doors, Iâm his possession. A woman trapped in a gilded cage, drowning in a marriage built on control. Then came him. Maxwell. A stranger who touched me like I mattered â just once. A stolen night that made me feel alive again. But my brief escape shatters when I walk downstairs⌠and see him smiling in my living room. Heâs not a stranger anymore. Heâs Mattioâs long-lost stepbrother. Now Iâm caught between the man who owns me⌠And the man who awakened everything I thought Iâd lost. Secrets unravel. Desires ignite. And one wrong move could ruin us all. How do you forget the one man who made you feel human againâwhen heâs now part of your family?
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Prologue
Prologue
(Present day) Liana pov⌠âLiana.â Before I could fully open my eyes, he was already in the room. No greeting. No explanation. Just⌠that box. Sitting on the dresser. The one he kept locked, except for nights like this. My stomach twisted. âNo,â I whispered, sitting up. Dread pooled fast in my chest. âPlease, not tonight.â He turned slowly. That cruel smile never reached his eyes. âYou know the rules.â âIâm tired. Iâm not in the mood.â âYou never are.â He said opening the box. Inside were the clothes. Not clothes, really, scraps of red lace and black leather. Pieces that made me feel like a stranger inside my own skin. âMatteo, pleaseâŚâ I rose slowly, voice shaking. âCan we not do this tonight? Just one night?â He paused, expression hardening. âYou refusing me again?â âI just want peace. One night. Where you donât..â He raised his hand, and I flinched before he even touched me. He didnât hit me. He didnât need to hit me. His silence screamed louder than violence. âGo change.â The authority in his voice Tears blurred my vision. âYou said you wouldnât do this againâŚâ âGo. Change.â So I did. Because I always did. When I returned, trembling in fabric that barely covered anything, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. âCome here.â I shook my head. He stood. Moved toward me. Grabbed my wrist. âMatteo, please, donât.â âYouâre my wife.â âI donât want..â But it didnât matter what I wanted. Like every other time, he took. He dragged me toward him, not gently. I staggered, but didnât resist. Not anymore. His mouth was on my neck before I could speak. His hand already yanking up my nightgown. âMatteoâŚâ I started, but he shoved me down onto the mattress, Silencing me with the weight of his body. My skin burned where his fingers dug into my thighs. My heart poundedâfear, frustration⌠and a flicker of pleasure I hated myself for feeling. âIâll remind you who you belong to,â he growled. I turned my face away, lips trembling. It wasnât gentle. It wasnât slow. And by the end, I lay breathless, staring at the ceiling. Feeling everything. Even the parts of me that begged him to stop. I pulled the blanket over my body and cried. First silent tears⌠then sobs buried into the pillow. A knock came, gentle, familiar. Maria. I didnât answer. She waited. Then entered quietly, holding a bowl of warm water and a soft towel. She didnât say a word. She didnât have to. I turned my face away, wiping quickly. âIâm okay.â She didnât believe me. But she never asked. She just set the bowl down and left the towel beside it, folded, careful. Then she left. And I was alone again. After a while I didnât think. I just moved. Pick up my Jeans. Hoodie. Sneakers. Running was the only thing that ever made sense. Even if it tore my body apart. By the time I reached the gym, it was nearly empty. I didnât have a pass, my account was still frozen. I stood there, unsure. The attendant spotted me. And Smiled. âYouâre good to go,â he said. âPermissionâs been added under your name.â âWhat?â I blinked. âWho..?â He shrugged. âNo idea. Someone authorized it.â I hesitated. But I didnât question miracles. Not tonight. I walked in, body aching, soul worse. I stepped onto the treadmill and ran like I wanted to break something inside myself. The hoodie clung to my skin. And every breath felt like an open wound. I shoved in my earbuds. turned the music up, louder, louder. My eyes burned. My heart raced. And I cried while I ran. Quiet tears. Because no volume could drown out his voice. Or the weight of what just happened. Then⌠a shadow moved beside me. I slowed. Then stopped. Pulled out one earbud. It was him. The stranger with quiet eyes and unspoken warmth. He didnât smile. Just held out his hand. I hesitated. But my hand moved on its own, sliding into his. Warm. Steady. He gently helped me down. Then leaned in, voice low. âSeems like a lotâs on your mind.â My lips parted, but no words came out. He leaned closer. âSince you wonât go out with me⌠what if we stay here? Somewhere quiet. Safe. A place where you can let it all out.â I couldnât speak. He tilted his head slightly. Do you want that? I nodded. Barely. But it was a yes. He led me upstairs. I followed, dazed. Where are we going? How does he even have access,,,, ? He stopped in front of a sleek black door. No labels. Just a silver handle. He pulled out a card. Scanned it. Opened it. I stepped inside. And stopped cold. It was stunning. A private studio-office with floor-to-ceiling glass, ambient lighting, and a velvet couch that didnât belong in a gym. On the wall behind the desk, sleek silver letters read: Titan Core â By M. Reyes My heart skipped. âWaitâŚâ I breathed. âThis is your office?â He nodded. âYouâre the owner?â âMaxwell Reyes.â I stumbled back. âOh my God. Youâre the owner. IâŚIâve been sneaking in, and youââ How did I not know I was insulting and disrespecting him(the CEO ) in front of him. Was he about to arrest me. I felt ridiculous. He stepped forward, hands slightly raised. âBreathe.âLatest chapter
One night with my brother inlaw    019: birthday reminders
(Maxwellâs POV)The heavy iron doors of my gym creaked open as I stepped inside, the scent of sweat and steel greeting me like an old friend. The place was already aliveâweights clanging, punching bags taking the brunt of frustrations, the low hum of men murmuring in corners.But this wasnât just a gym. Not really.To outsiders, it was my legitimate businessâstate-of-the-art equipment, exclusive memberships, clean records. To insiders, though? It was the perfect front. Half the men who âtrainedâ here were soldiers, the other halfâclients or shadows who owed me respect. Every wall, every locker, every bag hid secrets only I controlled.I moved through the space with ease, my presence enough to straighten backs and silence whispers. Respect was one thing, fear anotherâI demanded both.âBoss,â one of my lieutenants nodded from the ring, wrapping his hands. I gave him a brief chin lift. Not today. My mind wasnât here for them.No. My mind was on her.Liana.The name was enough to twist so
Last Updated : 2025-10-05One night with my brother inlaw    018: confrontation in the garden
Lianaâs POVThe garden was quiet tonight. Too quiet.I curled up on the stone bench, my shawl pulled tight around my shoulders, a book open in my lap. My eyes skimmed line after line, but none of the words stuck. They blurred together, useless.All I could think about was the missing sketchbook.Iâd searched everywhereâbehind the sofa cushions, under the table, even along the hallways Iâd walked yesterday. Nothing. It was gone.And if it was gone⌠then someone had it.The thought made my stomach twist violently. Those drawings werenât just silly sketchesâthey were secrets. They were pieces of me Iâd never dared say out loud. Things I couldnât afford for anyone to see. Especially not Matteo.My throat went dry. I pressed my hands against my face, whispering into my palms, Please, God. Donât let it be him. Donât let it be Matteo.Footsteps crunched against gravel, and I froze.I looked upâand my heart skipped.Maxwell.He strolled into view with that dangerous kind of calm, hands shoved
Last Updated : 2025-10-03One night with my brother inlaw    017: Discovery of the Drawings
(Maxwellâs POV)The house was silent.Too silent.Maxwell leaned against the polished doorframe of his room, staring into the yawning stretch of the dark hallway as if it were mocking him. The shadows seemed to breathe, reminding him of the promises he had made to himselfâthat he would not go searching for her. He would not chase the lingering trace of roses that clung to the air whenever she passed. He would not let his mind replay that stolen kiss, the one he had no right to take, the one that still burned against his mouth like a brand.But temptation was a disease, and it lived in these walls.Restless, he paced, shoulders taut, fists clenching and unclenching as though he could wring her ghost from his veins. Finally, unable to stand the suffocating silence, he decided to head downstairs for water. A distraction. Anything to steady himself.His footsteps echoed through the cavernous living room, bouncing against marble and glass. The chandelier above swayed faintly, its crystal a
Last Updated : 2025-10-02One night with my brother inlaw    015: Avoidance
(Lianaâs POV)Since that night, the walls of the house felt different. Tighter. Closer. Almost as if they knew what I had done, what I had allowed.Every corner I turned, I expected to see him. Every time a door creaked or boots clicked against the floor, my stomach twisted in panic and⌠something else. Something I refused to name.So, I did what I always did best. I hid.I buried myself in chores. From the moment I woke up, I kept my hands busy, even when the maids begged me to let them work instead. Scrubbing, dusting, rearranging, cookingâI did it all with frantic energy, as though cleaning the house could somehow wipe away the memory of his lips on mine.But it didnât.Every time I bent over the sink, I remembered his breath against my cheek. Every time my fingers brushed a plate, I remembered his hand gripping mine. And at night, when the house grew silent, the memory of his kiss came back with a vengeance, stealing into my thoughts until my chest ached and my body felt like it b
Last Updated : 2025-10-02One night with my brother inlaw    014: the kiss Regret
Maxwellâs POVThe walls of my room felt smaller tonIght. Like they were closing In on me, crushing every bit of control Iâd been holding on to sInce I stepped Into thIs cursed house. I dragged a hand through my haIr and paced across the floor, boots scuffing against the marble tiles. My chest was tIght, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldnât push out the ghost of her lips.Liana.Damn It.I stopped in the middle of the room, fists tightening at my sIdes, as though I could beat the memory out of myself. The way sheâd looked at me earlier, so startled, so fragile, and yet, for a split second, so willing, that Image clung to me like smoke.âI swore I wouldnât cross that line,â I muttered aloud, my voice hoarse In the empty room. âI promised myself Iâd protect her, notââNot kiss her. Not taste her like she belonged to me. Not lose myself in the sweetness of a woman I could never truly claim.The back of my throat burned. I tilted my head up, staring at the ceiling as If the crac
Last Updated : 2025-09-15One night with my brother inlaw    013: I kissed him ?
Lianaâs POVThe door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was louder than anythIng I had heard all night. It pressed in on me, heavIer than the shouting, heavIer than the slamming of fIsts and glass I had grown used to.My lips still tingled. My chest was heavIngânot from fear, not from pain thIs time, but from what I had just done. I pressed my back against the wall, draggIng air Into my lungs like someone who had been drowning for years and had just now broken the surface.I kissed him.The thought crashed over me agaIn and again, each wave fiercer than the last, leaving me breathless, leavIng me shaking. Terrified. It wasnât supposed to happen. It couldnât happen. Not with Maxwell. Not with the only person In thIs house who had shown me something that resembled kIndness.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling my knees up as If I could curl away from the memory, but the heat of It clung to me stubbornly. My wrist throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain wasnât what consumed
Last Updated : 2025-09-11
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