All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

MONIQUEMarcus chuckles, another slap landing on my ass. I whimper, clenching my walls around him in approval.Then his fist is suddenly in my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pulls me toward him, my back to his front. He has my hair wrapped around his fingers as he twists my head to look at him. There's a look in his eyes that wasn't there before. And hell if it doesn't make me hotter, my pussy spasming around him."I own you," he says, and his words shouldn't make me so hot. God, they really shouldn't. But in this moment all I want is to be owned by him, to be at his mercy as he does whatever he wants to my body. "I own every part of your body," he continues, bending me forward and slamming into me even harder,"Your pussy's mine," he grits out, his cock slipping almost completely out, the head teasing my entrance in a shallow thrust before fully surging inside and hitting my G spot. "Oh God! yes..." I scream."Every inch of you is mine," he declares, wrenching sens

MONIQUEBefore she could argue again, I leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and quickly walked away, promising her I’d talk to her later about everything.I all but fled down the stairs before she could say anything else or call my name again. I paused near the bottom to take a deep breath once I realised she wasn’t following me.Then it hit me. I had no idea where Marcus’s office actually was. Yesterday, my aunt proposed giving me a tour of the house, but I shut her down because I was tired. Figures.Just when frustration started creeping up my spine, I heard activity coming from the kitchen. So I followed the sound, walked toward the kitchen, and found Nadia with two other women. They were younger than her. They could probably be her daughters, but she already told me she didn’t have any daughters. They were in uniform, so I assumed they were maids or something.“Good morning,” I said, since they hadn’t seen me. They all turned around, and Nadia of course, the minute she saw me, sh

MONIQUEI smile at him.“No, it’s fine,” I whispered, touched. “Thank you. Thank you for thinking about me....of me.”The only thing I had been focused on for weeks was escaping hell. Now all I wanted was to get through the divorce. Even if I didn’t get anything. Even if Ryan took everything. I just wanted to be free of him.“I have you,” I said softly. “I have the man I love. And I’m going to marry you...don’t forget that.” My voice steadied. “And look at the bright side. I found true love. I still have half of my inheritance. So Ryan can go to hell.”And just like that, Marcus’s expression shifted. Slowly. Warmly. Admiringly. And then he kissed me lightly.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and full of love. “You just looked so good saying that. You’re just… so strong. I knew you were strong. I told you when we met.... We can do this. You have me. Whatever you need.”“Thank you, Marcus.” I held his hand back, watching his eyes, feeling a certainty settle inside me.I had made t

MONIQUEI nod slowly. “Okay.”Mr Smith leans back a little. “Alright. Now, if you’re completely sure, and if everything Marcus told me is right, then we can open a case against him before we deal with the divorce. We will open a case against Ryan for keeping you against your will, about his kidnapping your aunt, about his assaulting you, and about threatening you. We can take him to court for all of that.”“Would that help me with my divorce?” I ask immediately. “Because the last thing I want to do is get anywhere close to him and try to pretend I’m trying to work out our marriage.”“We will do so,” he answers, “we will file for your divorce, but I think first we should deal with all the criminal stuff. We should go to the police. You should file your case, let the police investigate the issue, and as they do, then we will file the divorce and use it as the reason....as the basis for divorce.”I breathe out. He continues:“And it will also help get us a quicker divorce process. Altho

MONIQUEI quickly walk back toward Marcus.“No, no, no, no, no, no. What are you saying? I want the divorce. I do NOT want to be married to Ryan. Please don’t think I’m doing this because it was your idea. I do not want to be married to that horrible disgusting man. Who would want to be married to him? Of course, I want to get divorced.”“Are you sure?” he asks softly. “Because your aunt kind of used some crazy big words.”“I guess she’s scared. And she cares about me.” I tell him the truth.“Okay,” he says finally. Although he doesn't look convinced.“I’m going to go upstairs and talk to her while you talk to your lawyer friend,” I say, hoping to ease his doubts.“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss me, soft, reassuring, grounding. A kiss I didn’t realise I needed.I walk out of Marcus’s office with a bright smile on my face, but the moment I start climbing the stairs to find my aunt, the smile fades, and the anger starts rising inside me.Because what the hell was Aunt Jane t