All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

~~PEYTON~~I am the worst woman to exist on this planet Earth. I am such a screw-up and a hypocrite. I hate Odin for loving someone else while being married to me, and now I am doing the same thing, but in a different way. I mess up big time.I expected Axel to use his leverage to finally demand what I dread. I thought he would rage, insist I quit my job, or even forbid me from being in the same room as Raphael—anything to immediately cut off the proximity that is making things complicated. He is supposed to be possessive, decisive. Instead, when I ask him later if I should step away from my position, he just gave me that calm, unsettling smile. "Quitting your job won't change anything, Peyton. It only proves you're still running."He is right, and that's why it is so terrifying.His lack of panic, his refusal to impose a physical barrier, feels less like trust and more like a twisted test. He is letting me keep the key to the trap, trusting his own ability to dismantle my feelings f

~~PEYTON~~“I...I...“ “Don't stutter.” He says, eyes narrow at me, driving every inch of my face to make it terribly hard to speak. His gaze is restricting, confining. Locking me in. I can't say no, yet I'm hesitant about saying yes. I shouldn't say yes, or no either.God, this is so difficult.I inhale a sharp breath, then bite my lips. I swallow. My core is throbbing, my body feels hot. Stupidity hits, and sneaking a glimpse at that thing hard under his pants is only making it worse.He pulls back only a little, fist resting on the table. “You have a minute to think this through and give an answer. If you say no, I'll walk out of here and fire you.“My eyes snap wide. “What?““Yes.” He confirms. “'Cause I can't keep getting tempted by this face every damn morning…” “You’re blackmailing me,” I whisper, the truth a bitter pill. I flatten my hands against the cool table, desperately needing something solid to hold onto."I’m offering you a choice, Peyton," he counters, but his voice

~~PEYTON~~I pull up to the hotel at 9:58 PM. I'm wearing the black silk slip dress I bought years ago and never had the courage to wear. It is flimsy, sleeveless, and barely reaching my thighs. Beneath it, nothing. I obeyed the last, most humiliating part of his command. Why I did that? I do not know. At the reception desk, a discreet man in a dark suit is already waiting. He doesn't ask my name; he simply meets my eyes, gives a small nod, and gestures toward the private elevators. "He's expecting you," the escort murmurs, leading me into the elevator reserved for the suites.The ride to the top is agonizingly slow. I use the mirrored wall of the elevator to check my reflection. My eyes are too bright, my lips cherry red with makeup. I don't want to look too desperate; I look like a woman on the edge of a cliff. Only that I'm jumping with a backflip. Stupid. Reckless. Why am I even doing this?When the doors open, they reveal a wide, dimly lit private hallway leading to a massiv

~~PEYTON~~“We are running late, Ralph. What's taking you so long?!” Natalie’s voice rings from the phone, so agitating that Raphael had to pull the phone away from his ear.Still focusing on the road, he tosses the phone over to me, who's seated right beside him in the front seat. Like a few inches away. So close. Like it's normal.Why?Yeah, I know you might be wondering how on earth I'm in a car with Raphael after ditching our 'sex escapade' and why Natalie is yelling on the phone like a pregnant banshee.Well, it’s not what you think. We are not together; no way in Hell will I fall into this temptation of sleeping with him after finally finding a man who will love and cherish me, making me feel special and seen. Raphael is like the devil's blueprint for me to screw up and lose my man.No frigging way!After I sent Raphael that "Fuck you," my plan was very simple: Defiance. Freedom. Victory over the temptation. I'd show up at the office, do my job perfectly, and force him to fire m