บททั้งหมดของ Seducing My Ex-husband's Brother : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"What the heck is wrong with you, Spencer? Don't drag me in the middle of your family mess." She breathed out. He was acting different from what she knew—more dangerous, more deliberate. Spencer smirked and lifted his hands in surrender, a mocking calm in his expression. He moved away from Monica, who finally let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I can help you take revenge on Liam and your sister." Spencer kept backing away, but his eyes didn’t stray from her face, watching every breath she took, every twitch of hesitation. Monica closed her eyes and exhaled again, trying to regain control. "I don't need your help," she said quietly, keeping her tone calm even though her chest rose and fell with unease. Spencer tilted his head, his tone dipping lower. "I don't understand why you dislike me." "I don't dislike you," she countered, "but people will talk if we get too close, and I don’t want to be in the middle of a family mess." "You think I’m a mess..." Spencer said slowly, folding his

Monica fell on the bed after dropping the contract Spencer gave her on the bed. She was still skeptical about signing it. Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello Manager Harry?" She called. "I don't know how you did it, but everything is fine now." "Really?" she asked. "I made some findings and realized that your husband is behind this. I think it's a warning," Manager Harry said. Monica nodded as the call ended. He was doing all of this for Brie. She picked up her phone and contacted her lawyer and, after that, she glanced at the contract between her and Mo's Fashion Empire and, without a second thought, she signed the contract. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Manager Harry. I have signed the contract with the Mo's Fashion Empire. She was done playing soft, "Game on, Liam." She murmured. --- The next day, Monica was accompanied by Manager Harry to the Mo's Fashion Empire. Immediately she reached the lobby, her expression dampened as her eyes landed on Angel

Monica’s heart pounded as she dashed into the restroom. She gripped the edges of the sink, her eyes locked on her reflection. Water splashed against her face, but it couldn’t wash away the heat still clinging to her lips. What did I do? He’s Liam’s brother… She whispered the words like a prayer, a punishment. Again and again. She shoved her damp hair back and took a shaky breath before leaving the bathroom, but the memory of his kiss haunted her—warm, consuming, wrong. So wrong. By the time she reached the conference room, eyes turned toward her. She muttered a quiet apology and hurried to an empty seat, ignoring the curious looks. The CEO’s chair was turned backward again—like yesterday—but this time, she knew who sat there. Spencer. Her chest pulled tight. The air felt different now. “We’ve decided to use both Monica Banks and Angel White as our primary models,” one of the board members announced. Monica’s brows furrowed. She looked across the table and met Angel’s smug, vict

Monica slammed the door and rested behind it before sliding to the floor. Her finger sneaked back to her lips and she could still feel the warmth of his mouth there. The heart kept pounding fast and whatever she felt was overwhelming. This was Spencer, for goodness’s sake, her soon-to-be ex-husband's brother, a little bit flashy and sometimes flirty and playful. The smile then disappeared from her lips. He had called her Monalisa. "Jerk! Thinking of another woman while kissing me, Monalisa,"she scoffed. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind as her pounding heartbeat subsided as she felt annoyed and angry.Could she be having a crush on her husband's half brother?"That can't be! He's Liam's brother, and he's not my type." She muttered. It was probably because she hadn't been with a man for a while and was easily flustered by the attention she was receiving.She groaned. Her fingers trailing back up to her lip. Her mind drifted back to the way she had matched his pace while he w

"I wonder where Monica disappeared to in the middle of checking out the outfit."The sweet, innocent but suggestive voice made Monica's skin crawl. Angel was about to badmouth her again. After standing behind the room for a while, she could hear the various artists murmuring for a while."This dress would suit me perfectly. What do you think guys?"A dress? Monica pursed her lips. Angel must be trying hard to gather the attention and support of the workers. She was thankful to have broken things with Spencer and called 911. Annoyance grazed her lips, calling her Monalisa. Kissing her and thinking of another woman. How disgusting!. She had allowed things to go too far with Spencer. Her own body betrayed her.Monica casually walked into the studio and approached the dress. One of MonaLisa's collections. Inside, Angel was having her makeup done, getting ready for a photo shoot, along with some other models.Angel turned her head and, upon seeing Monica, instantly gave her a mocking look,