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Ten Thousand Pranks Away..
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Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. I Prepared A Mess For You As Breakfast…
Scarlette. I froze for a moment after the words left my mouth, my forehead pressed into Liam’s bare chest, my fingers curled into the fabric of his trousers like they were the only thing anchoring me to the ground. His skin was warm, familiar, steady in a way my world hadn’t been for years, yet even that comfort couldn’t dull the sharp edge of what I’d just confessed.“Your mother knew all along, Liam,” I repeated, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it firm. “She knew. And she made me a villain in her story. She made it look like I wasn’t enough for her son.”His arms tightened around me instinctively, one hand spreading over my back, the other settling protectively at my waist. He lowered his head, resting his cheek against my hair, breathing me in like he was trying to absorb the hurt straight out of my bones.“Baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “you can’t ever think that way again. You’re enough. You’ve always been enough. You’re the sweetest, strongest w
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Drunk With Poison…
Scarlette. All those years came crashing down on me at once.Every single humiliation.Every sharp word.Every pill shoved into my palm like a sentence I had no right to question.I saw it all again—Mother standing over me with that cold, disappointed stare, telling me I was defective. Useless. Incomplete. I remembered her voice echoing through the house, loud enough for servants to hear, loud enough for shame to settle into the walls.You must take them.You must not skip a dose.You want to embarrass this family forever?The medications. God. The way they made me dizzy, nauseous, hollow. The way my hands would tremble when I tried to write notes for my patients. The way I had to cancel sessions again and again, watching my credibility crumble while Mother smiled like she was doing me a favor.I remembered the Spanish-speaking girl vividly. The desperation in her voice. How she needed someone who could understand her, who could hear her trauma in her own language. I had promised h
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. There Are Secrets They Don’t Tell…
Scarlette.Sunlight spilled through the curtains, harsh and unforgiving, dragging me awake. Along with it came the familiar sharp ache along my sides, the kind that never failed to remind me that sleeping on my back was no longer an option. Pregnancy had turned rest into negotiation, and every morning began with discomfort as the price.Liam’s arms were wrapped around me from behind, heavy and warm, his body pressed flush against mine. Every subtle shift I made made me acutely aware of him, of the way his chest rose against my back, of how we had somehow slept tangled together like that all night. Naked.The realization hit me fully when I moved.I carefully sat up on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as my hips protested. Almost immediately, I heard him stir. Of course he had been awake. Liam always was. He liked pretending he wasn’t, liked waiting, watching, measuring my moods before stepping in.“Do you need something?” he asked groggily from behind me.Before I could answer,
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Fuck Me One More Time…
Scarlette.I rolled my eyes, but heat crept up my neck. “I mean, I thought you left. You know, to one of those places you go after we fight? Back so soon? Took you minutes this time. Used to be days.”He turned his back to me, his broad shoulders tense under the stream. Silence stretched, water pattering the tiles. I stood there, towel clutched tight, but something pulled me. The argument lingered, but so did the pull between us.I let the towel slip, pooling at my feet. Cool air hit my skin, but I stepped in anyway, behind him. My hands found his shoulders, warm and slick. The shower’s steam wrapped around us like a lover’s embrace, thick and hazy, turning the bathroom into our own private world. Water cascaded down my skin, hot and relentless, but it was nothing compared to the fire Liam ignited inside me. His hands on my waist were firm yet tender, his fingers tracing the swell of my belly with a reverence that made my heart ache even as my body burned. I’d spent weeks p
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Cracks In The Facade…
Scarlette. I moved fast, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as instinct took over. Before Liam could cross the room, before his eyes could fully register what he had seen, I snatched the papers from the bed.The surrogate files, appointment logs, payment trails, all that damning proof Rayne had risked everything to give me, vanished into the drawer beneath my clothes in one swift, desperate motion. I shoved them back until they were buried, invisible, and slammed the drawer shut.I could not let him see them. Not now. Not yet.I could not let him know that I already had evidence against Emelia and Ethan, because the moment he did, he would step in. He would slow me down. He would start talking about timing, strategy, patience, and protection, and I was exhausted from being managed like a fragile thing.He paused mid-step, staring at the empty bed where the papers had been spread moments earlier. His eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing, like a man piecing together a puzzle he
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. I Can’t Be A Doormat…
Scarlette. The morning light sliced through the curtains like a knife, sharp and unforgiving, cutting straight through my eyelids and dragging me from a restless, fractured sleep I barely remembered falling into.My body ached, not just from the extra pregnancy weight pulling at my spine and hips, but from the raw, simmering fury that had kept me twisting through the sheets all night. My muscles felt tight, coiled, as if they had been bracing for impact that never came.That dinner replayed in my mind like a recurring nightmare I could not shake loose. Mother’s venomous words, sharpened and deliberate. Emelia’s perfectly timed crocodile tears, falling just enough to look fragile without ever smudging her image. Ethan’s smug, infuriating silence, the kind that said he knew more than he let on and enjoyed every second of it.I lay there staring at the ceiling, my hand resting instinctively on my swollen belly, fingers splayed as if shielding the life growing inside me from the ugline
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