LOGINScarlette Newton thought her five-year marriage was built on love—until she walked in on her husband in a hotel room with her younger sister. Betrayed. Humiliated. And constantly blamed for not giving him a child. As if that pain wasn’t enough, Ethan served her divorce papers and spat the words that shattered her soul: “You’re useless. Broken. Unwanted.” Just when her world came crashing down, Liam—Ethan’s younger brother—stepped forward with a shocking proposal that flipped everything. “Let me ruin you for him, Scarlette…” Liam growled, his breath hot against my thighs as he knelt between my legs, eyes burning into mine. “Marry me—and I’ll make you forget what it ever felt like to be touched by my brother. I’ll make your body scream my name until his becomes a curse you never speak again.” Now Scarlette must decide: walk away quietly like everyone expects… or marry Liam and tear the Newton name down from the inside. Viewer Discretion Advised ☠️ This book contains intense, dark themes: rough sex, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content
View MoreScarlette. Liam paused mid-unpack, one hand still clutching a half-folded throw blanket, the other braced on the edge of an open box. The late-afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of our new house—really new this time, the one he built years ago—and caught the silver band on his left hand. My matching one glinted back at him from where I sat cross-legged on the rug, sorting Hope’s books.“Should we go on a date?” he asked out loud, like the question had just strolled into his head and decided to camp there.I looked up, eyebrow lifting. “Right now?”He grinned—that slow, crooked one that still made my stomach flip after all this time. “Why not? Boxes can wait. They’re not going anywhere.”There were so many of them scattered across the living room floor. Cardboard towers labeled in my handwriting; Hope’s winter clothes, Liam’s vinyls, Kitchen misc. Our shit we swore we’d never move again. We’d come here on weekends for years—long before the final fallout with the Ne
Scarlette.“Stay the fuck away, Mother!” Liam’s shout stopped her cold.“I trusted you,” he said to Julie, quieter now, but no less deadly. “I believed in you. Scarlette treated you like a mother. She loved you. She talked about making you Hope’s godmother. And you did this?”“Sir… Liam… I’m so sorry… I didn’t do it on purpose,” Julie sobbed.“I know. What I want to know is who fucking made you do it.”“That’s enough, Liam.” Mother’s voice shook. “She did it. She admitted it. She poisoned Scarlette and almost killed her and the child through the black soup.”Liam froze. “Black soup?” He turned slowly. “I never mentioned black soup since we walked in. So how do you know?”Mother’s mouth opened, closed.“Unless you gave her the substance,” Liam continued, stepping closer. “And made Julie add it to the black soup. Because you knew Scarlette would never refuse anything from Julie. Am I fucking correct?”“Answer me!” He grabbed Mother’s arms, fingers digging in.“What are you saying?” sh
Scarlette.“Liam! Calm down! Take it easy!” My scream ripped through the car as he swerved hard, tires screeching, missing the other vehicle by inches.He was beyond furious—face flushed, knuckles white on the wheel, eyes wild. The news from Rayne had shattered something in him. Julie. The woman who’d bandaged his scraped knees as a boy, who’d slipped him extra cookies when Mother wasn’t looking. The same woman who’d stirred that black soup I hadn’t wanted to drink that day. The one he’d practically begged me to finish because “Julie made it special for you, Brownie.” Now the guilt was eating him alive, and he was taking it out on the road.“You’re fucking going to get us killed!” I snapped again, heart slamming against my ribs.I twisted in the seat, glancing back at Hope. Her eyes were open now, wide. Her little legs rubbing together where the nurse had given her the injection. She whimpered softly, and the sound twisted my insides worse than any near-miss.“I can’t fucking t
Scarlette. “Are you nervous?” Liam’s voice sliced through the fog in my head, pulling me back to the car.A slow R&B track hummed from the speakers, the kind that makes you sway even when you’re sitting still. Liam had been nodding along, lips moving to the lyrics, one hand loose on the wheel. In the backseat, Hope slept like she owned the quiet, tiny chest rising and falling under her blanket.“No. I’m not.” I pressed my temple against the cool window glass. “If anything, I’d be glad to have good news—something solid I can use to send your mother straight to prison.”He let out a short breath through his nose. “You know that’s not what I’m asking about.”“So what?” I turned my head just enough to meet his side-eye.“It’s your first check-up as a mother. Doesn’t that feel… real? You’re finally here with Hope, and we still don’t even know exactly what Rayne wants to show us. I just don’t want you spiraling right now. Stop overthinking.”The song dipped into a softer bridge and I rea
Scarlette. I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and Liam was behind me, gently combing down my hair. He had helped me bathe earlier, moving carefully as if I were made of glass, and then he had dressed me in one of his shirts. The fabric was too big, hanging loosely around my shoulders,
Scarlette. It had taken just five minutes to reach the reception hall. That was only because we had started asking questions from there, stopping at every desk, every nurse, every person who looked like they might have an answer. But everyone seemed clueless. And honestly, who would recognize
Scarlette. An hour later, we were already at the gala.The entire hall was alive.Light spilled everywhere—crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow over polished marble floors, waiters gliding seamlessly between guests, champagne glasses catching reflections of wealth and influence. The Newton
Scarlette. I’m standing on an unknown street where there are no cars, no buses—nothing with lights at all. A taxi had dropped me at the exact location Kayden sent to me while Liam was still speaking to Kai.I couldn’t bring myself to tell Liam. He would have stopped me or tried to follow me.






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