Todos los capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

ASTRIDBut Silvan’s weakness only lasts for a moment. A few seconds later, he’s stepping back, his jaw locking into place. I feel a sharp sting of rejection the moment his expression becomes shuttered, closing whatever door was open between us.Once again, he’s shutting me out. Once again, he’s making it clear that he doesn’t want to share his vulnerable moments with me.And that’s okay… because I’m not giving up.The pain in his eyes was too real, too visceral to ignore. I will find out what happened, even if I have to pry it out of him with a damn wrench.I watch silently as he places a plate in front of me and arches one brow.“Are you going to eat it or not?” He asks, sounding like a petulant teenager.My lips twitch with a smile that I hide behind a big glass of orange juice. “Do I have a choice?” I inquire, taking a tiny bite of the pot roast.A tiny, heavenly bite.My eyes slide shut and I hum my satisfaction as the delicious burst of flavours dance on my tongue.When I open

ASTRIDSilvan is merciless while chasing his pleasure. And his arrogant smirk makes it clear that he relishes every moment of it. Just a minute later and I am already breathless. A slimy mixture of saliva and pre-cum coats my arm and face, dripping down my chin and wetting my bare chest. My throat is already sore and screaming for relief.But Silvan doesn’t stop. He holds my head in place, sliding his wet shaft down my throat until my neck bulges with his thickness. But instead of fear, his roughness fills me with an exhilarating feeling that I cannot describe.“You take me so well, angel. Fuck, I could do this all day…”Right then, I come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I love being treated like a whore.His tiny groans hit the air with a firm, quiet rhythm. When I lick the length of his shaft and he stiffens with bliss, a heady sense of power takes over my entire body.“That’s it, angel.” He growls, massaging my scalp. “Suck it like you want it. Mmh!”Tears stream down m

ASTRIDZara scratches her head. I am ninety percent sure that she can sense the desperation in my question. My kids are smart like that.Next, she cups my face with her chubby palms. Then she leans forward and presses a soft, soft kiss to my forehead.That kiss does something to me that I can barely explain. My heart is suddenly full to the point of bursting. Tears prick my eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.“You will always be enough, mommy. Always. No one will ever take your place.”Be still my heart. “Thank you, baby. Now you’re gonna make me cry.” I whisper as she pats my cheek.“You can cry.” Zara declares. “Tears do not make us weak. They’re a record of all the times we were forced to be strong.”I remember saying those exact same words to Zoya when other kids constantly bullied her at school. I always make sure to teach my kids that strength is not a total substitute for weakness. Even the strongest soldiers have cried at least once. “Zoey and I do not really want a d

ASTRIDTime seems to slow. I watch, terror in my veins, as the first man raises his hand, pointing something at me. It takes a second for me to realize that it’s not a conventional gun. It’s a tranquilizer dart gun. These bastards are not here to kill us. They’re probably here to kidnap us again.My fingers dart to the gun on my waist but the thunderous sound of a roaring engine and the screech of tires on asphalt shatters the night. Bright, piercing headlights sweep through the window. The intruders spin around, startled.Silvan. He’s here!The sound of shattering glass and a brutal crash comes from the living room below, followed by a short, choked cry of pain. Then silence.The two men on the landing exchange a look and draw real guns, moving toward the stairs.Not on my fucking watch.Silvan probably came here on his own. And the thought of these bastards harming him doesn’t sit right with me at all. It’s time to step up. I draw my gun, aim for both their legs and fire.Bang!

ASTRID“If you’re so good at your job like you claim, why hasn’t she woken up yet?!” A loud, thunderous voice wakes me up from my slumber.“Sir, your wife is currently in psychogenic shock.” A young, pimple-faced doctor tries to explain, his voice firm. “The fear and pain of getting shot caused a sudden drop in her heart rate and blood pressure. But I assure you that it is not fatal. She will recover consciousness any moment now.”My eyes drift open I stare at the high, gilded ceiling, wondering where the fuck I am.I haven’t forgotten what happened. The intruders, the gunshots, the sounds of shattering glass… they unbearable pain. It all haunted my dreams, seeking me out in the shadows.But right now, all I care about are my children.I hope Silvan was able to locate the safe room and get my babies out. I struggle to sit up, blinking in surprise at the sheer number of people in the room. My bleary eyes count six medical personnels, some dressed in scrubs, others draped in lab coats.