Billionaire's Darkest Desire: Marrying My Brother-in-law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Ahh... Fuck…”“Damn… Ahh, fuck me… fuck me… Elijah, baby… Please… Ahh. Fuck me… Ah!”“You're so tight and wet! Fuck it!” Ahh… Fuck!”I'm there. I can feel it. I squeezed her boobs harshly as if holding to my sanity. I gave her a long thrust that made her moan long and loud before I convulsed. I immediately stood up, grabbed the condom, tossed it in the trash, and picked up my phone from the nightstand. I couldn't help but feel irritated when I still saw no reply from her. Me: Where are you? Me: I saw you with your friend yesterday. Me: Hey? Me: I saw your bank statement and you're running out of money. I was so frustrated I could have thrown my phone against the wall!“Is that Eloise Hart that I know?” Before I could type a reply, I felt someone wrap their arms around my back.“Not your business,” I replied, irritation creeping into my tone. She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with my response. “Come on, I was just asking. You don’t have to be so uptight.”I ignored her

"I will never let this slide, Elijah!" I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of her words settle in. Four years. Four damn years since Matthew’s death, and my mother still couldn't let it go. Every mention of Eloise sent her spiraling. Taking a deep breath, I looked around. The early morning air was cool, the sky just starting to lighten, and here I was, standing outside in a simple white v-neck and sweatpants because my mother couldn’t resist making a scene.As I walked into the penthouse, I saw Eloise sitting at the dining table, eating ramen while watching something on my laptop—probably something she took from my room again.She looked different now than before Matthew died. Back then, she was full of life; her hair was bright, and her laughter filled the room. She was a painter, known for her bold colors and deep feelings. Everyone loved her, and she had a bright future ahead.But after the accident, it was like everything changed. The bright colors in her life turned dark. S

I headed straight to my office after dropping Eloise off at her house. Despite the chaos she often stirred, there was something oddly energizing about it, and I found myself looking forward to the peace and quiet of my workspace—or so I thought. When I opened the door, I immediately heard the sound of someone crying. My brow furrowed as I stepped inside and saw Venice, her face buried in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.Sitting beside her was Rafael, holding a coffee cup with a smug expression, clearly enjoying the scene before him.“Seriously, Rafael?” I closed the door behind me and gave him a pointed look.“What?” he shrugged, trying to hide a laugh. “It’s not every day you see Venice cry over someone. It’s... entertaining.”“Asshole,” Venice muttered, sniffing loudly as she glared at Rafael.I walked to my desk, dropping my keys on the surface before addressing them. “Alright, what happened this time?”Venice let out a loud sob and pointed dramatically at Rafael. “He d

"I thought we were in this for the ups and downs, bro. Damn you! I’m really going to kill that jerk. Damn, he punches hard!"I closed my eyes tightly as the scene from earlier replayed in my head. Eloise... Shit. Does she really kiss like that?! And she still had the nerve to make out with someone else right after getting into an accident?!Rafael finally stopped complaining when he noticed I wasn’t listening. He sat there, getting his bruises treated by a nurse, while I stayed on the sidelines, seated on the edge of a bench, staring blankly ahead. “Elijah,” Rafael called, his voice quieter this time. I didn’t respond. My thoughts were elsewhere. I couldn’t shake the image from my mind—the way she kissed that guy, like she didn’t care about anything. And then, the chaos that followed. “Elijah!” Rafael’s voice was louder now, snapping me out of it. I blinked and looked at him. “What?” I asked, my tone sharper than intended. He frowned, wincing as the nurse dabbed at his

I didn’t know how long I had been staring into nothingness after Eloise said those words. "Funny, because that's also what you said five years ago." Her voice kept echoing in my head, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. It was like she’d reached into my chest and squeezed whatever was left of my heart. Five years ago. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shove the memory back into the dark corner of my mind where it belonged, but it was no use. It was all coming back—the promises, the guilt, the failure. I leaned against the doorframe, her absence filling the room like a suffocating void. For someone so small, she carried a storm within her, and every time I got too close, I got caught in the eye of it. "Damn it, Eloise," I muttered under my breath. My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to follow her. To explain. To fix this mess. But I also knew that she wasn’t ready to hear anything I had to say. She never was. I shook my head and pushed myself off the d