LOGINAlistair ~~I stared at the message again and again, but the words didn’t change, and no matter how many times I blinked, they remained the same cruel truth.From nine p.m. to eight a.m., her phone was dead, and her last known location was Hunter’s building. Eleven hours… my fiancée had spent eleven hours with my brother?My jaw tightened until my teeth ached, and the phone screen blurred before my eyes. When it cleared, I realized my hands were shaking.I wanted to confront her right there, to grab her shoulders and demand the truth, to ask if she had been with him, if she had slept with him, if she had spent the night in my brother’s bed while I lay awake wondering where she was.The questions burned in my throat desperately like acid. But Hunter…I knew my brother better than anyone, better than our parents, and I knew what he was capable of. I knew how his mind worked sometimes.This was exactly his style; plant evidence, create doubt, let the poison work while he sat back and wa
Alistair ~I arrived at the Whitlock house just as a cab pulled away from the curb. I had been calling Maisie all morning, but she didn’t answer. I sent many texts, but she ignored all of them. That wasn’t like her… but lately, nothing about her felt the same. She had been quiet and distant. I told myself it was just wedding stress and that she would feel better once everything was over.The front door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.Maisie stood in the living room, her back to me, her mother inches from her. The tension in the room was the kind that made your chest tighten before you even understood why. Then Mrs. Whitlock suddenly raised her hand and slapped her.The sound echoed through through the room, silencing everyone. Maisie's head snapped to the side, her hand flying to her cheek. She didn’t cry or beg, she just stood there, taking it, the sight twisting something in my chest.“Where were you?” Mrs. Whitlock asked coldly.Maisie answered calmly. “At C
Maisie ~My breath caught, breaking into soft, uneven gasps. It wasn’t because of what he was about doing— though that alone was enough to steal the air from my lungs— but because of what this meant. Who he was. Who I was supposed to be marrying.Hunter's hands found my hips, gripping firmly. He tilted my pelvis forward until the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, then he slipped in slightly. The stretch sent a jolt through my core and I gasped.He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and I knew...I knew what he was savoring; it wasn’t just the feeling of being inside me, but the knowledge of who I belonged to. His brother's fiancée, spread out on his desk… willingly.He pulled back, then pushed in again, slower this time, gentler, giving me time to adjust to his size. Every inch of him slid deeper, stretching me until I was sure I couldn't take more...but he he kept going.A guttural sound escaped his throat when he was fully inside now. He felt my walls clench
Hunter ~~I was on a call when the door opened. I stayed where I was, leaning against my desk, and didn’t bother ending the call. I just watched her walk in and close the door quietly behind her.She looked pale, like she had seen something she couldn’t forget.“Nine on the dot. He must not be a second late.” I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the desk.She stood there, watching me with eyes that weren't quite sure what they wanted."Sister-in-law," I said, brows furrowed. I wasn't surprised to see her because I knew would come eventually.Then she walked closer... close enough that I could smell her. That same scent from the car; fear, mixed with something sweeter underneath."I want to," she said.I raised a brow. "Want to what?"Her hand slowly came up and pressed flat against my chest. “You've always wanted to have your way with me." She whispered. "Since your place. Since the car."I watched her quietly."Tonight, you can." She said, holding my gaze. "I won't hold you re
I walked out of that empty mansion and didn't look back.The cab Alistair had booked for me was already waiting outside. The driver was looking at his phone, but he glanced up when I approached and gave a small bow before getting ready to drive.I slid into the back seat. “Grimshaw Industries. The headquarters.”He nodded and started the car.I couldn’t help but look out the window at the passing trees. I had traveled these same streets many times before, but now everything looked different… colder and uglier. Maybe it was just how I felt inside.By the time the cab pulled up to the glass tower of Grimshaw Industries, my hands were shaking. I stepped out, and stared up at the building.Somewhere in there, my fiancé was with her.I walked inside before I could change my mind.The lobby was neat and busy. Receptionists sat behind their desks in suits, and executives hurried past with serious looks on their faces. No one paid attention to me. I was just another person in a building full
Maisie~No matter how many times I tried to speak, nothing came out.I looked up at Hunter who was still standing there like he had just asked something casual. His expression gave nothing away...amused, curious, genuinely confused? I couldn't tell. That was the worst part. I couldn't tell if he did it on purpose or if he truly didn't understand what he'd just done.Alistair's hand tightened on mine. "Maisie? What is he talking about?""uh… I ...""Maisie." Mrs. Grimshaw's voice cut through my panic. The intensity in her gaze made me forget whatever I'd been scrambling to form."What does this mean?" Mr. Grimshaw's voice had lost all its fake warmth. His eyes were cold, and calculating, already spinning worst-case scenarios in that business-minded head of his.I remembered his warning about Hunter. ‘Stay away from him’. And now here I was, caught in the fallout of being in his bed. But how do I explain that? Explain being in Hunter's bed?And Hunter, the absolute bastard, just stood t
Hunter~The car rolled to an abrupt stop, so fast that my hand brace against the dashboard out of instinct. I lifted my gaze from my phone, brows furrowed, about to ask what went wrong.Marcus my driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Someone's in the road,”I looked and saw a figure I didn’t want
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to duck under his arm and run, but my body was frozen like a statue. My gaze dropped to his left arm, so close to my face I could see the intricate details of the black ink swirling over his skin. My mission screamed in
I opened my mouth, a soundless question hanging on my tongue, but before I could shape it into words, Hunter took a sudden step forward.Panic shot through me as I stumbled back, my heel catching the edge of the stone and nearly sending me off balance. His strong, wet hand steadied my elbow, his gr
Hunter~Even as I sat behind the wheel, my mind was entirely focused on the look of pure shock and confusion on her face. I watched her scramble into that building like a rabbit into its warren. I didn’t leave. I let the car idle, watching the window where a shadow moved behind the curtains. She







