All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

22 Chapters

001: I want to sin

PEYTONTonight, I want to sin.Like, really sin.I wear a dress that screams "fuck me." Deep cleavage, loose hair black as the night itself. The fabric clings to my every curve, like a second skin barely covering my thigh.I wouldn't even dare touch my toes.I put my makeup skills to good use: dark eyeliner, sharp and defined like a wildcat on a mission.I even had the audacity to wear four-inch heels—the kind of sky-high torture devices I usually avoid.But today it's time to step out of my comfort zone.Enough is enough. I won't get the shorter end of the stick this time.I slip out of the dressing room, the sound of moans low and sensual filling the air.My ears are itching, my blood boiling. But I must get past the exasperating scene—like I always do.I step into the master bedroom, but I still can't help but feel this way—as if a dagger went through my heart.There is my so-called husband breaking the damn rules.Bringing one of his flings into my bed. My fucking bed.This one is

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

002: "Sorry can't fix everything you know."

~~PEYTON~~~When Odin suggested an open marriage months ago, I kicked against it like every sane wife would. I tried to reason with him, and I asked him why.Why after our one-year marriage?But he just shrugged, fiddled with his fingers, and gazed down as if he were trying to think of a believable reason.Finally, he said, "I'm his daddy's choice, and Daddy's choices aren't always the best."Oh yeah, those words had double meanings that cut deeper than any insult. He is trapped in this marriage and stuck with me for the next year. Because only when we complete our two-year anniversary will he get his inheritance.His father's will, penned before the brain tumor stole him away, dictates that Odin must remain married to me for a full two years to inherit his property.Two years.We've only just crossed the one-year mark.He sees me not as his wife, his partner, but as the lock on his inheritance, the obstacle to his financial freedom.But the most painful part was that at first, things

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003: Trouble maker

I'm in trouble, but that doesn't mean I'll shiver in fear all because of one mysterious stranger and his chilling laugh.Nah."Come on," I say a bit defensively. "I'm offering you payment since sorry doesn't soothe you."He stops laughing, yanks out the phone pouch, takes out the SIM card, and tosses the phone back to the ground. All the while, his eyes remain fixed on mine with an unreadable intensity, a weight that makes me feel rooted to the spot."How about you fix everything by drying me up?" he says finally.My eyebrows raise, but I don't say anything; I'm done with all this shit. He's clearly out of his mind.As I attempt to leave again, he abruptly rips my purse from my grip.My breath hitches, my fingers spasming in the empty air. Before I can react, he turns and strides toward a velvet couch nestled close to the edge of the crowded dance floor."What the..." I turn, speechless.The audacity...I have no choice but to follow."You piece of shit! I need my purse back!" I screa

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004: A souvenir

PEYTON I jolt awake, feeling something wet splash on my face, my body—everywhere. My eyes fly open, but everything is blurry, the ceiling swirling above me. And then I see a face—scrunch up like a thundercloud about to burst. "Odin, what the hell?" I snap, trying to push myself up, but my limbs feel like lead. "What the hell, huh? What hell? Is that—is that—" "Just stop stammering, you fool!" I cut him off, clutching my head. It throbs, a dull, insistent ache behind my eyes. "I thought I made myself clear: be home before midnight! But no, you came back looking like a messy, wet rag that someone dragged out of a gutter!" Odin is talking, and believe me, I don't know who the hell he's talking to. He is hovering over me with a jug in his hand, still in his boxers, chest bare. While me—I think I'm lying on the couch. Wait a second, I'm home? How? I sit up, scanning the whole place. "Odin, what am I doing here? Did you..." I pause and look down at my body. I'm still in

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005: Massive guilt punch

~~PEYTON~~I do remember him snatching it from my thigh like it's a trophy. And drunken me didn't even bother. Too engrossed in those sensations the way his fingers traced my thigh that I...."I can't believe I'm thinking about that right now," I mutter. My body feels like a sack of cement; each limb takes a monumental effort to lift.The thought of coffee is the only thing propelling me forward.I fumble for the coffee maker, my hands shaking as I load the grounds. The smell of fresh coffee brewing is like a beacon of hope in the foggy mess that is my brain.While it drips, I stare at my reflection in the polished surface of the microwave. My hair is a tangled mess, my eyes bloodshot, and there is a faint smear of something dark on my cheek.I look like a refugee from a bad zombie movie. The thought of Odin seeing me like this, even for a split second, makes my stomach churn.I feel I'm no better than him, and it disgusts me.Finally, the coffee is ready. I pour a mug, and just as I

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006: The devil

I clear my throat as I press the phone against my ear.Odin picks up at the first ring."What is it?" His voice is clipped, impatient, as if I’m interrupting something far more important than his wife's call. My stomach churns. This is going to be impossible.I snivel like I've been crying for a long time."Odin, come home, please. I... I...""What the fuck happened?" he interrupts, his voice sharper.Now I've got his attention; I start sobbing. God, I'm not good at this, but I have no choice. Raphael's gaze is burning on me."The house is on fire!" I say, my voice cracking as I cry like a dramatic actress who just found out her understudy got the lead role."Peyton, what the fuck did you do?" he hollers, and I squirm at the tone. "It's barely an hour since I left, and you've turned the whole place into chaos. I told you to stop cooking, didn't I?""Come quickly, you idiot! The fire is spreading!" I cut him off, already exhausted from all the yelling and poor acting.The line goes dea

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007: We need to talk

~~PEYTON~~It's been a day, and I've been avoiding Odin like a disease. I've locked myself in my room, staying put until he finally leaves for work.Even then, I move through the apartment like a ghost, tiptoeing around corners, half-expecting to bump into him. I eat in my room, read in my room, practically live in my room. The idea of running into him, of having to face his stupid pose of "we need to talk," annoys me.It seems his blonde "friend" has become a regular. I hear her laugh, her moans, sometimes shouts that grate on my nerves.They don't just "do it" in their room. They do it in the kitchen, my kitchen, even on the couch, the hallway, the fucking stairs.When the sounds come, I grab my blanket and pull it over my head. I'll try to block out everything, and that, usually leads to me thinking about Axel. Replaying the text he sent, the one I've memorized, the one that makes my heart ache and flutter all at once."You're the one who'll come to me."Just seven words, but they'

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008: Will your brothers be there?

~~PEYTON~~ I feel like a sharp blade slicing through my heart; it's so tight and painful. Tears blur my vision, hot and stinging, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him. "Fine." I croak; the fight drains out of me, leaving behind a hollow ache. "Fine, you're right. You're very right. I can't go back to my stepmom. To feed off me." Odin's face flashes with guilt, but he doesn't say anything. "And you're right about the fact that I'm holding myself back for no reason." I add, and Odin's gaze drifts, focusing on some point beyond the room, as if trying to locate an escape hatch in the ceiling. Without another word, I turn to leave but stop halfway. "Is there anything else you'd love to change so I'll know what step to take next?" Odin suddenly starts to fumble for words. "Well, I don't... think there's... anything..." Then it hits him. "Oh, yeah, get a job," he whispers, almost to himself. "I'm broke." I nod, a bitter laugh forming in my chest. I figure

Last Updated : 2025-06-06

009: He doesn't mince words

"You're darn lucky you didn't bail on me. I would have—""Good evening, momma." Odin cut his mother off, giving her a peck on the cheek. She had been waiting at the entrance, and the moment we arrived, she fires at Odin, completely ignoring my presence.I don't mind; I'm used to it.I stand beside Odin like a stranger, hands tucked in my pockets as the squabble between mother and son goes on.She is crossing her arms, pouting as Odin showers her with praise. Her name's Natalie, and she looks lost in her butterfly long gown, but is radiant as ever, with dimples like Odin, and the same hair and eyes. The twins had taken after their father only.While Odin is momma's boy.When they are done with their fight, it ends with a bear hug. They laugh and saunter inside, acting like I didn't exist.I stood there, waiting."Are you coming in, or do you prefer watching the sky?" a voice cut in.It's Rafael, leaning against the wall in a simple black shirt, hair damp like he just came out from the

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010: She hasn't earned it

It makes perfect sense that he'd spin it that way to his family, to his friends, to anyone who'd listen. It justified his distance, his coldness, and now, his open-door policy with Kira. It wasn't about me holding him back; it was about him making sure everyone knew he was a martyr. And me? I was just the greedy wife. This conversation needs to end. I need air. I need space. Most of all, I need to stop looking at him, stop feeling the unsettling heat radiating from his almost naked body. "So, that's it?" I ask, trying to mask the pain in my voice. "That's your grand explanation? You just... assumed? And decided to, what, help me with my 'excitement'?" "Something like that. You looked like you needed saving, Peyton. And a little fun never hurt anyone." His eyes drop to my mouth, then back up, lingering. "Especially when you're already in a free-for-all marriage." The audacity. My cheeks burn, but it's no longer just humiliation. It's a furious heat that thrums through my v

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