All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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110: Today's drama

~~RAPHAEL~~The sun is barely up, and my head is still pounding from last night’s drama, but a promise is a promise. I pull my phone from the nightstand and open my chat with Ned, my personal assistant.Me: I need a teddy bear.Me: A massive one. Human-sized. If it’s not at least six feet tall, I don’t want it.Ned: Sir, it’s 6:02 AM.Me: I’m aware of what time it is.Ned: And you want a giant toy. To the office? Or the estate?Me: The estate. By noon. And make sure it’s soft. If it feels like cheap polyester, you’re fired.Ned: I’ll add ‘Stuffed Animal Expert’ to my resume. Anything else? A giant rattle? A pacifier?Raphael: Don’t push your luck. Just get the fuckin' bear.I toss the phone back onto the bed. Ned’s been with me long enough to know when to stop asking questions, even when I’m clearly losing my mind.And I don't know why I'm losing my mind. Seems I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.I look over at Peyton, who is still a tangled mess, fast asleep. She looks peaceful—n

111: Congratulations

~~PEYTON~~ I’m standing in the middle of the living room, staring. Ned—or whoever Raphael sent—didn't just bring a bear; they brought a prehistoric beast. It’s massive. It’s a soft blush pink with cream-colored paws and a ribbon around its neck that probably costs more than my last three outfits combined. I scan it from head to toe, eyes traveling over the thick, high-quality fur. No cheap polyester here. Raph actually did it. Tapped into whatever description I imagined in my mind and just delivered. It's almost concerning. Anyway, I'm not complaining. I dive into it, burying my face in its chest. It smells brand new—clean and soft, so big that when I hug it, I completely disappear into the pink fluff. It’s exactly the kind of ridiculous, over-the-top comfort I needed after yesterday. I don't get to hug it for more than ten seconds when the doorbell rings. I frown, checking the time. It’s too early for the guys to return, and it's too late for the mail. I pull myself aw

112: Confession

~~PEYTON~~I blink. Not from surprise but the blatant confession, while my thumb finally slides away from the Dispatch button as I lower the phone.“Wow. That’s... a lot of therapy hours condensed into one sentence. You want a trophy for self-awareness? Or maybe a sticker?”“I'm being serious, Peyton,” he says, taking a step toward me, his shadow falling over the pink bear. “She noticed. The way I can’t stay out of your space. The way I find excuses to walk through that door even when I know you’ll probably try to have me arrested.”“So, what?” I cross my arms, refusing to let the sudden quiet in the room soften me. “You broke up with your fiancée and now you’re here to—what? Make me your new full-time hobby? Sorry, Odin, the position of 'Annoying Man-Child' is currently oversaturated in my life.”He let out a dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes. “No. She broke up with me because she said I’m looking for a fight I can’t win. And she’s right. I’ve been fighting you because it’s easier

113: Pregnant? Already?

~~ODIN~~The door burst open, and two of the estate’s heavy-duty security guards charged in, looking like they were ready for a riot.One was already barking into a radio on his shoulder after taking in the sight."We have a Code Red. Get the car to the front door! NOW!"And me? I'm frozen.It happened so fast I couldn't control the situation. This isn't what I came here to do. This was supposed to be a heartfelt conversation—secrets exposed, we speak our minds without holding back. I apologize, tell her I've missed her, and she snaps back but reluctantly admits it. Admits she loves me and that she misses me.That is what should have happened.Not this.And why is she even bleeding?Is she… is she pregnant? For them? Already?The second guard, a guy I recognize as Miller, doesn't even look at me first. He lunges for the floor where Peyton is huddled. "Madam? Look at me. Can you hear me?""I—I didn't—it’s an accident!" I scramble backward, my hands up, palms out. They’re stained dark r

114: I'm her husband

~~AXEL~~“His sheer greed makes me sick. It’s almost funny—he’s spent weeks acting like a romantic lead in a thriller, but at the end of the day, he’s just another bottom-feeder looking for a payday.” I scoff, taking a sharp turn that leads to the estate.Raphael is leaning against the passenger door, staring out the window like he’s trying to scrub the last hour out of his brain. He’s already ditched his ruined shirt for a spare one he keeps in the back, but he still looks wound up.“Most people are just looking for an exit strategy, Axel,” Raphael says, not looking at me. “He realized his love story ended with him tied to a chair. Money was the only thing left that didn't hurt.”I shrug in agreement, pulling the SUV through the main gates, the gravel crunching under the tires, my mind flashing to Jason's bloodied face again. Imagining… “I still think I should’ve broken a few more ribs. For personal satisfaction.”“You did enough,” Raph snaps, finally sitting up straight. “I just wan

115: Be thorough

~~RAPHAEL~~If I smash Odin's head into the wall, there's a thirty percent chance I'll escape jail time.I'm very sure of that.“Raphael, I swear it…it was an accident—” he's stammering, gripping my wrist and trying to dislodge my hand from his collar.I'm not letting go, pressing him against the wall as I hover all over his face. One look at him and I'm already losing my shit. I wanna punch him so hard my fist punctures his skull."You pathetic, bottom-feeding parasite," I hiss, vibrating—actual tremors of rage that I can’t suppress. My vision is tunneled; the only thing turning in my brain is murder."Raph, wait—" Odin stutters, his hands coming up, already giving up the fight of freeing himself.That’s the mistake. The moment I see his palms, something in my brain snaps. I don't just want him out of my house; I want him erased.I shove him harder, my knuckles digging into his throat. "Don't you dare touch me. You walked into this house, you laid hands on her, and you think you get

116: He's a Thorne.. right?

~~NATALIE~~The scent of lavender and expensive botanical oils usually acts as a reset button for my nerves. Today, however, even the rhythmic and practiced strokes of the aesthetician couldn't quite smooth the tension in my shoulders.Charlotte is in the chair next to me, her face covered in a cooling gold-leaf mask. "Stop staring at me, Mom," she murmured. “You're giving me the creeps. See.” She angle her arms. “I'm having goosebumps.” “Have you heard from Kira? She isn't picking my calls.” Charlotte shrugs. “Nah. Kira and I aren't exactly friends, so...” “They are supposed to be making preparations for the wedding—at least getting a gown…” I sigh, feeling a headache coming on. “The wedding is in a week and I hate impromptu—”“They didn't appear before the guests at their engagement, Mom…” Charlotte cuts me off, ripping the face mask off her face. “Isn't that a heads-up?” “What?” “Damn, Mom, you're slow.” She scoffs. “The wedding isn't happening. Whatever's going through Odin

117: Who's the father?

~~RAPHAEL~~ Raphael has to hear this. Because I can't hear this alone. I'm looping him in. I reach for my phone, scroll, and hit record, then lean against the wall and press my ears to the door of Odin's room. “We attempted to pull from the Thorne Family Reserve—the units stored for your sons and your late husband. But the cross-match was a disaster. Not only did the rare antigens not match, but the basic genetic scaffolding…the markers aren't even in the same family tree.” “What? But he’s family, he's your son, right? He’s a… Thorne, right?” Silence. “Mom? He's a Thorne… right?” “This is getting pretty interesting.” I chuckle, cracking the door open just a fraction to see Natalie’s face. She's awfully quiet facing the doctor. She isn't even moving. “Raph, when you hear this message, call me immediately and tell me what you think. I'm kinda confused.” I whisper into the phone, not sure if it's confusion or pure disbelief. I need a second opinion before I walk in the

118: How long?

~~RAPHAEL~~ I lean over the bed, pressing a soft kiss to Peyton’s cheek. She doesn’t even move, her breathing deep and steady. It’s the first time she’s looked truly peaceful since she returned, and I’m not about to ruin that with the mess Axel just dropped in my lap. "Axel’s on his way back," I whisper, mostly to the empty room. "I’ve gotta head out for a bit. Stay asleep, okay?" I grab my keys and head for the door. My head is still spinning from the recording, and it's stuck on a loop in my brain. It’s funny, really. All these years I thought I was being a bitter prick for hating my own brother. It turns out that my gut was just better at reading DNA than my father was. When I get to the hospital, the private wing is dead quiet. No reporters, no guards—just that heavy, sterile smell that makes my skin crawl. Wasn't Natalie supposed to hire guards for his favorite since he was attacked by some thug? I find Odin’s room and see Charlotte sitting in one of those uncomfortabl

119: His prize

~~RAPHAEL~~Silence.That's all I got.Natalie's eyes are welling up with tears she hasn't earned. She won't look at me, and she definitely won't look at Arlo. She stares at the floor, as if it might magically transport her out of this hallway.“It's a simple question.” I spit, expecting some kind of response. They've been caught; why hide it?“Yes,” Arlo says out of nowhere, suddenly sounding confident. “We have, and what are you gonna do about it?”He challenges, stepping towards me again.I shrug. “Nothing. Knowing you too have been a lowlife parasite is enough for me. You won't have the face to question my decisions anymore.”Arlo's lips twitch; he wants to fire back as usual, but he can't. How could he?Without a single word, Natalie turns and walks away. She doesn't run; she just retreats, leaving Arlo standing there.I don't move. I watch him, making sure my gaze is heavy, dripping with the kind of pure, unadulterated loathing I’ve been perfecting for years. I want him to feel

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