Todos os capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

SILVANA wave of heat blurs my vision as the tears fall, scalding down my face. It feels like a cold, hard chain has been wrapped around my heart and squeezed mercilessly, until I’m bleeding. Astrid’s arms tighten around me as I sob into her chest. I feel broken, shattered, completely destroyed. This is the first time in years that I’ve let my grief run free.I got so used to bottling it in, so used to hiding behind a brick wall and choking on my pain all alone. “Dorothy and Henry pumped my mother full of drugs and pimped her out like a whore. She d-died on the bed while one of those dirty fucks used her. She died broken. I was not able to help my own mother.” I’m trembling now, my shoulders shaking from the harsh sobs that wrack my frame. Astrid’s arms tighten around me, a shield of protection against the pain that threatens to tear me to shreds. She whispers soothing words in my ears and kisses me in between, quietly assuring me of her presence and love, silently mending my

ASTRIDSilvan went on to tell me how he met Hayley and Michael.Apparently, Hayley was an accountant for one of the street brothels. They became fast friends and she would always sneak him food when no one was looking. Bless her heart.Michael was abandoned on the streets by his family and they instantly clicked. Silvan had just birthed the idea for Rourke Real Estate and Michael was ready to follow him to the ends of the earth. Hayley, on the other hand, chased her dream of becoming the world’s best anonymous hacker. Together, they fought their way out of poverty. Looking at them now, at how far they’ve come, I couldn’t be any prouder.Silvan’s confession has me rattled to my bones. I am angry, hurt, frustrated and traumatized, so I can only imagine how he’s holding up. When he was done speaking, the relief on his face was palpable. He had finally unburdened himself, and I was grateful to help him through it. But Silvan hasn’t uttered a single word for the past five minutes. I

ASTRIDThe stiffness in Kael’s shoulders is a clear indication that he despises his sister as much as we do. Maybe even more.“Diane is the oldest triplet. Dorothy was the youngest. My sisters are the perfect definition of greedy opportunists. They do not care who they hurt or swindle, so long as they get what they want.Both our parents died when we were barely five so we had a tough time growing up. But that doesn’t excuse their horrible actions in any way.”His gaze is apologetic as he glances at Silvan, “It was already too late when I found out about her marriage to your father.” He scoffs, “I mean, my own sister did not even bother to tell me she was getting married. No surprises there. I always stood against everything they supported. My point is, if I had known earlier, I would have tried my best to stop her before things got messy. For what it's worth, from the depths of my heart, I am sorry.”I wait with bated breath for Silvan’s response. I can tell that he’s shocked, com

ASTRIDA gorgeous brunette stands beside her. Judging from the narrow-eyed once over she slides my way, I’m assuming she’s just as snobbish and stuck-up as her dear friend, Claire. But then again, Claire’s taste in friends is just as predictable as it is pretentious.Speaking of my adoptive sister, she does look quite… haggard.I mean, she’s dressed to the nines as always in a pink Gucci suit and glossy six inch black heels. Hell, her hair is even all perfect and shiny. But there’s no denying the exhaustion on her face. Or the fact that she’s lost a worrisome amount of weight. I let out a dramatic gasp.“Are those dark circles? Girl, why aren’t you taking care of yourself? Beneath all those designer clothes, you really look like shit. Excuse my language, of course. You know I mean well.”She opens her mouth to speak but I’m not done. For all the days she treated me like a pile of cow dung, it is my turn to get a semblance of revenge.“You’ve lost so much weight as well! My, my,

ASTRID A dull pain blooms in my chest as I take off my shoes and crawl into his lap, promptly burying my face in the crook of his neck. Silvan’s fingers are in my hair in an instant, massaging my scalp with long, smooth strokes. My eyes roll to the back of my head. It takes a lot of self restraint to stop myself from purring. “Oh, that feels so good.” “It does?” His voice is a deep, soft husk in my ear. His lips touch my skin and I shiver, already craving more. “Yes, it does.” “Kiss me.” Don’t mind if I do. I detach myself from his neck and lock my lips to his. The kiss is a wet, sloppy, electrifying tangle of tongues. By the time we take a break to breathe, my sex is already tingling with arousal and I can feel Silvan’s hot rod stirring to life. Looping my arms around his neck, I pepper his face and neck with kisses. He just sits there and takes it, keeping both arms firmly clasped around my waist at all times. “Did you miss me, baby?” He whispers. “I did. I missed you s