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Two Brothers. One Ruin.
Last Updated : 2026-08-23
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I thought my biggest problem was falling for the wrong man. Turns out, the real mistake was getting trapped between two brothers who would burn the world down just to hurt each other. One became my past. The other became my cage. Now I’m stuck inside a life built on secrets, obsession, and violence—where every choice I make seems to drag me deeper into him instead of farther away. I’ve tried fighting him. I’ve tried hating him. God help me, I’ve even tried resisting the way my heart reacts whenever he looks at me. Nothing works. And the more I learn about him, the more I realize one terrifying truth: People close to him don’t survive for long.
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His mouth crashes into mine. Filthy, scorching, all wet heat and zero restraint, messy in the best possible way. I loop my arms around his neck. And I just—fall into it. All of it. His hands roam over my body until they land beneath my ass, and in one swift motion, he flips me flat onto my back against the mattress. The next thing that registers is the sound of lace tearing—my lingerie, gone. A heartbeat later, his mouth’s closed around my nipple. Goddamn it. He’s gone feral again, some starved animal let off its leash. Even the sounds tearing out of his throat sound less human, more beast. He palms my breast hard, sucks, and I writhe beneath him helplessly. Then, with zero patience left, his tongue traces a path down my stomach, lower, lower. My thong doesn’t stand a chance. He hooks his hands under my thighs, spreads me open, hauls my hips up to meet him—and then his mouth is on my pussy. Every muscle in my body goes liquid at once. I dissolve, completely. No gentle
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Three days gone. Three mornings in a row, Shaun has dragged me down to that shooting range, forced a gun into my hands, and made me fire. And every time my aim gets sharper, every time a bullet finds its mark, a rush floods my veins. Adrenaline. Power. Some sick, intoxicating high I have no business enjoying. Which is not good. Not even a little. “God,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face as I sit up in bed. Only a few minutes have passed since we said our goodnights and retreated to our separate corners of the house. I need to do something. I swing my legs off the mattress and stand. You know what they say: the only way out is through. Don’t run from the problem—walk straight into the belly of the beast, claw your way out the other side, and call it a win. In my specific case, the problem has a name: Shaun. And the solution—apparently the only way out of this mess—is to walk straight toward him. Before one of those bullets I’ve been putting into paper targets ends up som
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The moment I’m inside, I’m all eyes, head turning, cataloguing everything at once. This isn’t some secret vault packed with cash, priceless artifacts, or stacks of incriminating documents—not the place I’ve been desperately hunting for three days straight. This is something else entirely. It’s an extension of the gym. Only, built for something far more brutal. Far more lethal. A private training facility. One designed for violence. The kind of place where people don’t come to get stronger. They come to learn how to kill. One entire section of the room is lined with meticulously organized racks of weapons. Row after row of samurai swords and daggers, small to large, mounted with almost obsessive precision on their stands. The sight of them sends a cold prickle straight up the back of my neck. Further in, heavy punching bags hang in perfect rows from the ceiling. Beyond them sits a full-sized boxing ring, its ropes gleaming beneath the overhead lights. Behind a wall further
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Liana The mattress shifts beneath me. The subtle movement is enough to pull me slowly out of sleep. I blink against the morning light, my vision still blurred, until I make out Shaun’s back disappearing into the bathroom. I rub the sleep from my eyes and push myself upright. Wait. I’m in Shaun’s room. How the hell did I end up in here? Last night, playing my part as the dutiful wife, I’d parked myself in the sitting room to wait up for him. But somewhere between page one and his relentlessly depressing choice of literature, I lost the battle to stay awake. Well—mission accomplished, apparently. Since he came home to find me passed out and decided the appropriate response was hauling me into his own bed. One point in the column for Devoted Wife. A few minutes later, Shaun emerges from the bathroom. The second his eyes land on me, something almost like a smile ghosts across his mouth. Okay. That’s probably worth two points, then. “Good, you’re up.” He crosses toward the bed.
Last Updated : 2026-08-08Two Brothers. One Ruin. 1
Liana I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and the memory hits so hard it feels physical. — “Fuck,” Julian had murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to make my nipples pebble instantly. “How the hell am I supposed to sit through an entire night with my dick behaving itself when yo
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Shaun It’s almost impossible to distinguish anything through the chaos. Gunfire cracks through the air from every direction, sharp enough to vibrate through the walls, while people scream over each other somewhere beyond the smoke and shattered glass. The scent of blood and burning metal hangs
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For one irrational second, I actually wonder if I’m drunk enough to be hallucinating him. But the closer we get, the more impossible denial becomes. Those same dark hair strands I used to wrap around my fingers. Those same deep eyes I drowned in willingly. That same face I held between my hands li
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“This is Shaun Stone,” Evan says smoothly, gesturing toward the man beside him. “Mr. Stone’s eldest son.” Oh, fuck you, Melissa. Looks like you were right. Eldest son, huh? Which means the mysterious new bastard son was conceived somewhere in the middle of Randall Stone’s very respectable marriage
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