Semua Bab DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Bab 91 - Bab 100

His hand cupped the side of my face, nipping my jaw. When I squeezed, he hissed and shot me a narrowed gaze. I gave him a slow, gentle tug and whispered in his ear, “Please.”His eyes were lazy and dark as he dropped to his back beside me and pulled off his briefs. I watched him grab his erection at the base and squeeze it. The action was so primal, so surprisingly hot, something burned to life inside of me. Before I knew what I was doing, I straddled his hips. Resting my hands on either side of him, I leaned forward and kissed his throat like I would his mouth."Fuck.” His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands.He tasted like he smelled, and I couldn’t get enough. I was all over him, running my hands over his biceps, pecs, and into his hair. I kissed his throat with my tongue, nipped at his earlobe, and sucked on his neck. He growled with frustration and fisted the hair at my nape to make me stop.I pulled back with half-lidded eyes. My breasts brush

The Bennett HouseholdThe minute Ryan sees Monique standing there and loses his composure.After the initial shock, where everyone was stunned into absolute silence, he lunges to his feet, the sound of his chair scraping harshly against the floor before it crashes backwards, landing with a sharp bang. He doesn’t even flinch. He’s already moving.Storming across the room.BStraight toward her. His face twists into something unrecognisable......rage, panic, betrayal. All mashed together. He grabs her arm roughly, pulling her close, his grip tight enough to hurt.“Where did you go?” he growls. His voice is thick with venom, almost shaking from how hard he’s holding back, if he’s holding back at all. Monique tries to speak, her voice calm but trembling just beneath the surface. “You told me I should go away… to relax, to have some time to myself, and that’s what I.....”But she doesn’t get to finish. Ryan snaps. Both his hands clamp around her upper arms and he starts shaking her, hard,

The BennettsAriana couldn't hide her surprise, her expression tightened. She blinked rapidly, her hand still hovering in the air where Ryan had brushed her off. The tension rippled through her chest, through her stomach, and settled in the space between her and the man she thought she understood.Across the table, Jane glanced up, her expression mild but curious.“What’s going on?” she asked lightly, her eyes flicking from Ariana to Ryan. “Is there something more happening here?”Ryan, who had just taken his seat beside her, gave a practised smile. “No, Aunt. There’s nothing going on. Just a little family drama.”Jane returned his smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Ever since she’d stepped into this house, she’d sensed an undercurrent. The tension wasn’t just awkward or momentary; it was thick and quiet, like something was sitting beneath the surface waiting to explode. She had expected some coldness, after all, Ryan’s wife had disappeared without a word. But this? This was s

The BennettsThe shift in the air was unmistakable. The tension that exploded in that moment could’ve been touched. Everybody seemed stunned in their seats, their eyes widening, nearly bulging, as the words sank in. But Monique didn’t care.She kissed Ryan’s forehead sweetly, softly, like she was stretching the moment, trying to make it linger longer than it should have. And then she turned to leave. She walked away, taking her aunt with her, while the whole table remained stunned, frozen in place, as if no one could believe what had just happened.Of course, Monique didn’t leave until she had smiled at the room, an elegant, smug smile before making her exit with her aunt in tow.The Bennett family, together with Arianna, sat in complete silence. No one spoke a word until the sound of Monique’s footsteps and her aunt’s had completely disappeared.Then Arianna was the first to act. She was angry, fuming.“Where is she going?” she asked, her voice sharp, her eyes locked on Ryan. “Please

The Bennetts“Don’t cry,” Mrs. Bennett said firmly, her voice laced with just enough softness to sting. “You have nothing to cry for.”Ariana wiped at her cheeks, ashamed of the tears, ashamed of how much she still wanted to believe.“You know Ryan is not careless. He doesn’t do things without reason. You know there’s more at play here than just Monique. It’s not just that he’s still married to her or that he’s… caring about her. This is a game. He’s playing something bigger.”Ariana looked down, her voice breaking. “But what else could he want? He already has everything. I mean… even the last time, Lydia told me Monique wanted a divorce. So why didn’t he just give her one?”Her voice cracked in the middle of her thought, and she pressed her lips together to stop the sob from surfacing again. “I’m starting to feel like… maybe Ryan is playing me too.”Mrs. Bennett jolted. “What? Never.”The conviction in her voice struck the room like thunder.“Ryan could never play a game on you. You