DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I blinked. Me?“What does that even mean?” I asked, furrowing my brow. I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or afraid.He gave me a look that made my heart twist, something intense and curious in his gaze, like he was trying to figure me out just as much as I was trying to understand him.“I’ve heard of you,” he said slowly.I narrowed my eyes, signalling for him to keep going. “What do you mean you’ve heard of me?”“I was curious to know what kind of woman you were,” he said, almost absentmindedly, like he was remembering something. “And when I met you…” He paused, pulling in his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go. His eyes returned to mine. “I have to admit....you’re even more than I expected.”The way he said it, I could tell he meant every word. No hesitation. No flirtation for the sake of it. Just pure, unapologetic honesty.“I wasn’t prepared for you,” he said softly. “But everything about you feels real. Strong. Hurt, yes, but beautiful.”I swallowed, hard. The

The Bennett Household“Where is this idiot?” Mrs Bennett snapped, glaring at her phone as she paced the living room. Her thumb furiously tapped Monique’s number again and again, but it kept going unanswered.“Why don’t you just leave her alone?” Lydia said, slouched on the couch with a wine glass in hand.Mrs Bennett shot her daughter a sharp, withering look and continued dialling.“I’m tired,” Mr. Bennett muttered, standing from his recliner and heading toward the bedroom. “I’m going to bed.”“Useless,” Mrs. Bennett hissed under her breath as the door closed behind him.Lydia rolled her eyes and took another sip. “I don’t know why you’re still interested in her. You already have everything. Ryan made sure she couldn’t get anything back. So what’s the point? Why are you still calling her?”Mrs Bennett turned to her daughter sharply. “Because she is a Moffat,” she snapped as if Lydia were too dumb to understand the weight of that name. “A Moffat by herself is priceless. We still need h

MarcusI have to admit, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.Because what were the odds? What were the odds of me showing up at the Bennett household on that day, at that moment, and finding Monique Moffat standing there like a fallen angel,.. betrayed, hurt, and beautiful?And not just finding her.Finding her after she had finally learned the truth.After she had finally seen Ryan for the piece of shit he really is.After she had walked away. And then... then she fell right into my arms.It still feels surreal. Like some twisted blessing from the universe. Too easy, almost suspiciously so. But damn it, I’m not going to question it. I’m not going to mess it up either.Ryan played with fate.He toyed with something rare, something fragile, something sacred. He held gold in his hands and threw it away like trash.I mean, look at this woman. Just look at her.Who in their right mind would cheat on Monique? Who would break her heart and make her question her worth?He should be on his knees.Be

MARCUSI pound into her at a piston pace, unable to control myself. She's better than anything I ever could have imagined. There is no measure. Nothing could ever compare. This, right here, right now, erases anything that came before her. She is all I see. Her porcelain skin is already turning rosy, her soft lips swollen and reddened from the passion of our kiss. "You just made me an addict, angel. I'm always going to want more of this, more of you." Her nails digging into my biceps as I thrust into her felt like a challenge. I want her to leave her mark. I want her to break my skin. I need the pinch of pain and the promise of a scar tomorrow to serve as a reminder that this wasn't a dream. Somehow, I fell asleep and woke up in a reality where she was mine. I thrust in harder, admiring the bounce of her breasts before pausing to hook my arm under her knee, bringing her leg up, and changing the angle to reach new depths. She whimpers as I push back in. "Too much? Am I hurting you?"

“Well, well, well,” Mrs Benett said, clapping her hands slowly together.Her voice dripped with sarcasm, each word intentionally pointed. “Looks like while the rest of us were losing our minds, you were just out having yourself a day, weren’t you?”I didn’t respond.I just straightened in my seat and looked at her, meeting her gaze without a single flinch.She chuckled as she continued, her eyes trailing over me with a certain mocking delight.“You look horrible. What happened to you? Don’t tell me you were crying the whole night. Is that it?”She leaned in with a smirk. “Is that what you were doing?”Still, I said nothing.I knew I didn’t look like Monique Moffat, not the version of me people were used to. The woman who always had her makeup flawless, her outfits perfectly tailored, her presence commanding.But today? I was still in yesterday’s clothes. I didn’t even know where my luggage was, probably somewhere in Ryan’s house, if I could still call that place mine.All I had were m