Seducing My Husband's Brother

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘~~~My life was simple once. Sweet, even. Warm Mexican sunsets, the scent of bougainvillea in the courtyard, laughter echoing through cobblestone streets—those were my constants.I never imagined all of it would vanish the moment I said 'I do.'Maybe I never imagined all the changes because I never thought I'd marry into a Mafia family, but I did.This is both ironic and funny, considering that my father spent his last years trying his very damned best to remove us—the De la Cruz—from the Mexican Cartel.My marriage to Ryat Reigns didn’t just change my name; it uprooted my soul and dragged me into a world I was once removed from—a world ruled by blood, power, and silence.From sunlit gardens in San Cristóbal to the shadows of New York’s underworld, I learned quickly that love isn’t the only thing that binds—it’s fear, it’s control, it’s survival.I lived as a faithful wife though. For five whole years, I lived as the faithful wife of the mighty Ryat Reigns, even though he

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍~~~I still remember the day I flew back to Mexico like it’s burned into my fucking skin. Like it's etched into my flesh in blazing bold characters.One month—that’s all I was gone. Thirty-four goddamn days. I was called back to New York. I bled for the family, buried men who thought they could snatch our throne, reinstalled the Reigns supremacy. I did it to protect everything we built.And when I walked back through those chapel doors—the same chapel where I saw her for the first time, kneeling before the statue, silently praying.There she was.Purity. My Purity. Dressed in white, glowing like every dream I’d ever had—standing at the altar.Next to my brother.She didn’t even look at me. Not once. Not when the priest spoke. Not when Ryat slipped the ring on her finger. Not when I felt my chest cave in like a building set on fire.But her smile—that perfect, practiced smile—was a blade. A sharp, cruel little thing that cut deeper than any bullet ever could. It said, I moved