บททั้งหมดของ Divorced By My Ex, Accepted By His Step-Brother : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

ROLAND’S POVI tilted my head to the sky, breathing in the last breath of the calm before the storm.The sky had darkened, afraid of what was about to come. But that wasn’t the only thing I had in store for Noah Beck. No. This will be a ride of pain, betrayal and finally, realisation that he will always be the bastard.I had made my location known loudly. I wanted him to come to me, I didn’t want him to think about it. Impulsive Noah Beck is easier to ignite than the calculated one. And when I heard the shriek from the office, footsteps charging towards my door.I smiled, picking up my glass of bourbon, taking a sip as I watched my door tear out of its hinges. The sound echoed through the air, a gunshot for the race of anger that was about to be witnessed.I smiled, just like I had practised, “Noah!”He didn’t threaten, didn’t say a word. His fist reached out, knocking the air out of my lungs. I yelled, dropping the glass as I rushed to my feet. I blinked willing myself to look shocke

ROLAND’S POVIt was a dirty thing to do. But this felt like the right way to go about it. I watched as she writhed under me, her eyes dazed as her hands roamed my skin.“Noah,” she moaned, her head thrown back. She looked like a goddess, Aphrodite to be exact.I tried to fight it, the image of Roland's lips on hers. But when I had raced down to Nina’s apartment to meet Sasha, I found Roland, his hands on her face.She didn’t move. She leaned into his touch.I growled, my hips hammering harder into her. I was livid. She was dangerous, the way I let her play with my soul. That was dangerous.But yet, the minute her hand touched my skin, the way her lips wrapped around the vowels of my name. I lost it, hated myself for being weak. For kissing her.“Sasha,” I grunted, feeling my orgasm nearing.Her hands were on my black, her nails digging into my skin, tracing lines of pleasure on my back. She did it so well and so good that I became hooked on it. But I was all a game, some twisted thing

AUTHOR’S POVPetal’s eyes stared at the ceiling, the movement of the fan did nothing to hypnotise her mind from the emptiness in them. The pristine white walls and the generous smell of disinfectants burned through her senses, reminding her of the mystery she still hasn’t figured out yet.She had been stuck in this room for a little over a week and there had been no visitation from the people she called family. “Scavengers,” she hissed.“Good morning, Mrs Conrad, how are we feeling today?” the nurse asked, smiling softly at her.Petal grunted, her eyes barely straying away from the garden view. “When do I get out of here. Because when I do, I will make sure that this is the last place you ever work in,” she growled.The nurse stood unwavering, smiling at the woman. “That is good to hear petal. I would love to see you leave,”Petal scowled at the woman who didn’t want to quiver. When people act like this, it means that they have a force behind them. The fear of the unknown tugged at he

AUTHOR’S POVThe house was too quiet for the turmoil that was in Anastasia’s mind. Roland was on some fantasy game, chasing after Sasha. And her? She was sweating bullets, wondering how she would get such an amount without drawing too much attention.That and the fact that Roman and Maya had decided to move into the Conrad estate just a few days before her engagement party which was nearing. Each day felt like a trying time, the constant realisation that Petal Conrad was somewhere and would soon wake up to reveal the truth.“Tell me you have something good to say,” she hissed into the phone.“I am sorry, there is still nowhere to get into her room. I think…”She ended the call, for some reason, Petal’s room has not been accessible to anyone other than the personalised staff. Even Eleanor hadn’t tried to step into the room, it was like they had all agreed not to check in on the matriarch.She hadn’t made it far into the garden when Roman grabbed her hand, dragging her into the dark par

SASHA’S POVI walked through the quiet hallway, my heart hammering in my chest. Roland hadn’t stopped his harassment, the constant messages, midnight calls, I could barely breathe without a notification from him. The pang in my chest hadn’t stopped either, not when each day I stare at Noah, wondering when it would be the right time to tell him about Roland’s visits.“You should tell him,” Nina’s voice echoed in the back of my mind. She wasn’t wrong either, but Noah had a lot on his plate. Petal had almost been killed and with the diagnosis of her terminal illness, I could see the weight weighing heavily on his shoulders.He had so much to bear and still wasn’t willing to share with me. No matter how hard I ask, how much I push to get him to talk, he says nothing. The only time he speaks is when he is in the mood for sex.And I wasn’t helping either. I was selfish, eager to have him in any way that he was willing to provide.“There you are,” Nina’s voice called out from a distance, her