All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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051: A big NO!

~~PEYTON~~“We are really doing this?” Axel grumbles as I drag him into the living room, clearing space on the coffee table.“Truth or Dare? What are we, sixteen?”“No, it's an adult version we'll use to extract whatever the hell you guys swallow that's making you speak in code. And mind you, you're both gonna speak English, not a language I don't understand. Got it?”I can't believe I just ordered Raphael. The evening is getting stranger with each passing second. Raphael’s lips twitch slightly, but he gives a curt nod. Axel keeps glowering. “This is how we decide what lane everyone belongs in, so it's not a matter of if it's necessary. It’s a forced clarification. Everybody says what's on their mind, sorts it out so we can all sleep at night.”Axel rolls his eyes. “Fine. The bottle spins to choose the victim. That way, the accusations come from fate, not me.”I have to admit, the logic is chilling.I don't even know why I'm doing this. I wanted Raphael gone, and at the same time, I

052: Chameleon

~~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

053: How we continue depends on your answer

~~PEYTON~~My back is slammed against the wall as Raphael's heavy frame towers over me. He is so close, so fucking close that I can feel the heat radiating off him, the anger, and something else I don't want to name. His hand is still clamped around my wrist, the grip tight enough to prevent escape but not yet painful. He doesn't need to hurt me to dominate the space."You called me a chameleon," he states, his voice vibrating against my ear. "You think you can sneak an insult, break my concentration, and then run back to your desk like a child who rang a doorbell and sprinted away?""I was leaving," I whisper. "I have a job to do. You told me to get busy.""I told you to close the door," he corrects, his face dropping lower, forcing my eyes to meet his. "And then you chose to play one last, petty game. You little bitch."He releases my wrist only to hook my arm against the wall above my head—the same physically confining move Axel uses on me, but this time, the intention feels far m

054: Assurance

~~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

055: Stalking? I wouldn't call it that.

~~PEYTON~~Raphael: “Meet me at the *******Hotel tomorrow at 10 PM. Don't be late. And if possible, come without underwear and a bra.”“Who are you texting?”“No one.” I quickly slam the phone against my thigh, eyes wide at Axel as he looks at me suspiciously. He's visiting late; it's currently 9 PM, and he's been here since 8 PM. I've been racking my brains, thinking of tricks, lies, and performances to make him leave. Everything I think of ends up dying in my mind. Because this is Axel. “Really, no one?" he asks. He doesn't move, just watches me with those sharp, perceptive eyes. "You were biting your lips, and you practically assaulted your phone trying to hide it. A work crisis? Is your ruthless boss demanding you rewrite a five-hundred-page report by midnight?"I force a laugh, trying to keep it light. "Oh, you know Raphael. He's always unreasonable. Just a late-night email—you wouldn't want to know." I slip the phone under the cushion of the sofa, out of sight. The message, h

056: Why are you here?

~~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

057: Nightmare

~~PEYTON~~ I feel my heart breaking into pieces. It's not just about the words. It's his voice, his eyes—the cold, dead disappointment in them is worse than any fury. The man who had once looked at me like I was his prized possession was now looking at me like I was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “Axel, I'm… I'm sorry…” I try to step toward him, but Raphael’s hand shoots out and clamps onto my arm, pulling me back against his chest. “Get your hands off her, Raphael!” Axel roars, finally losing his terrifying control. He lunges, not with a plan, but with blind, destructive rage. Raphael, a head taller and with the sudden advantage of surprise, shoves me violently aside, sending me stumbling to the floor. He meets Axel’s charge head-on. The sound of their collision is brutal—a grunt of pain, the muffled thud of muscle hitting muscle. They crash against the wall beside the door, fighting silently, viciously; each blow is like a hammer on my head. I can't

058: Survival mission

~~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

059: Jealousy

~~PEYTON~~Odin's intense gaze was enough to burn away the chaos of the cabin, the noise of Quinn, everything. He doesn't just see me; he analyzes me. For a moment, that easy, detached shrug he’d given during the divorce doesn't seem so real anymore.He crosses his arms, the set of his jaw, the tightness in his shoulders... he was pretending. He was always pretending.“Peyton,” his voice is flat. “What are you doing here?”"She’s my date," Axel cut in. "Do you have a problem with that?" he adds with an easy smile that didn't quite reach his eyes."Oh," Odin replies, the sound dry as dust. He didn’t drop his gaze from mine, making it clear he wasn't fooled, or worse, that he was humoring his brother.Then, from her seat, Natalie gave another long sigh that was a performance in itself. She flashed me a quick, sharp glance—more hostile than the one she gave me the first time we met.“Axel, dear, why would you pick Peyton out of all the incredible women who exist in New York? I mean, you

060: Who gets to destroy me?

~~PEYTON~~The drive from the airport to the estate was the worst forty minutes of my life yet. In a Lambo, we are sitting opposite each other. It’s Axel and me, and then Charlotte somehow tags along in our car while the others take the other Lambo.It is a nightmare. Axel doesn't even spare me a glance. His eyes are glued to his phone screen, scrolling endlessly, tapping his foot, and shifting in his seat, pretending I don’t exist.And Charlotte? That windbag won't shut up. She has been on a one-sided conversation about the shortcomings of the Indian luxury market compared to the Italian one since the moment we buckled up.She finally pauses for air, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. "You've been suspiciously quiet. Do you have anything to contribute to the discussion, or are you just here to fill space?"I force a polite smile that feels like a grimace. “Exactly. I'm just here to fill space."She scoffs, rolls her eyes, then turns her attention back to Axel, who is still r

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