Semua Bab Dear Ex, I Got Married To Your Brother : Bab 1 - Bab 10

THE FALL XIMENA. Ximena Branson! That was my name, but it felt weird—maybe not really weird, but right now, seeing it on the list of models walking at Paris Fashion Week, it didn’t feel like my name. How? I had worked tirelessly, night and day, to get here. Why? As a model for most of my life, this was the perfect cherry on top of my career. “Girl! That’s your name—you got in! This is huge!” Madison said, throwing her arms around me. I didn’t move. My eyes were still on the paper. It was finally happening. I was finally getting the life I wanted. “Girl, congratulations! We really need to drink to this,” she said, nudging me. She must have noticed my mood. “You think this is real?” I asked, handing her the letter they had sent. “Come on, I know you’re in shock, but this is real. Should I pinch you?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, looking at her as tears streamed down my face. She pinched my arm and I winced in pain. It was real—I was really going to model for a big brand at Pa

HIS HEIR XIMENA. My whole body felt like I had gotten into a fight with angry lions. I winced as I tried to sit up. I ached everywhere. I tried pulling the duvet over my body, but something was holding it back. Another pull—but it still felt like the hold on it was getting stronger. I turned on the lamp to look at what was holding it, and I almost jumped out of the bed when I saw a man lying beside me. With my heart racing, I raised the duvet—and my eyes met my unclad self beneath it. I closed my mouth in panic to stop myself from screaming. What have I done? I scampered around the room, picking up my clothes and hurriedly wearing them, making sure not to wake the stranger. I needed to go before he woke up. After putting on my clothes, with my shoes in one hand and my bag in the other, I tiptoed to the door, making sure I didn’t make any sound. “Running.” The bastard was awake. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. I turned to look at him, and he was already sitting upright, b

PAPER WEDDING. JASON. She looked breathtaking in white. Her beauty struck me in ways I shouldn’t have let it. She was dressed as a bride, but here was the irony — this wasn't about love. It was something much darker, something twisted. It wasn't the usual happy ending for either of us. We were strangers, entering into an agreement. This wasn't marriage, this was a contract. It was business. My business. “You're staring.” Ximena's voice cut in. “You haven't uttered a single word yet. Don't tell me I'm that captivating… that I'm stealing your breath away.” I didn't look away. I stepped closer, cocking my head as I caught her scent— a mix of flowers and shampoo. “I've been staring,” I said, a cocky smile tugging at my lips. “And it's clear you're enjoying the attention as much as I do.” She rolled her eyes, trying to look unimpressed, but I could see through it. She tried to hide every subtle movement, but I knew I'd gotten under her skin. I'd driven her wild, and I loved it. “You

HIS WIFE, NOT ME.XIMENA.What? Did I just—did she just say she was Jason's wife? Oh my God. No, no, no, no. Someone tell me she was kidding, that this was a prank. Tell me she just said that to piss me off. Jason had a wife—a wife who wasn’t me?“I... I don’t understand,” I stammered, my eyes darting between them in confusion.“Oh, I guess Jason forgot to introduce me,” she said through gritted teeth, staring Jason dead in the eyes.Jason didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look shocked or surprised, nor did he seem like he was in a tight spot—he just looked calm, and that made my blood boil.Wasn’t he going to say something? Try to explain? Maybe we’d all gotten the situation wrong, maybe there was a misunderstanding somewhere. He could’ve just said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I can explain. Ximena here is my wife,” or something like that.But no, he did nothing. Just stayed calm.“Jason?” Isabella called out, anger laced in her icy voice.“I was going to tell her. Today,” he said with a shrug. Oh

KIDNAP, OR CLAIM.XIMENA.“The hell I’m coming with you!” I snapped, my voice slicing through the air like broken glass. Who the hell did he think he was? Superman? His lips curled into that infuriating smirk — smug, arrogant, daring me to test him. God, how I wished I could wipe that look clean off his face.But before I could even blink, he moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed me — lifted me like I weighed nothing — and threw me over his shoulder.“Put me down!” I screamed above my voice, pounding my fists against his back, kicking wildly. My nails dug into his arm, but he didn’t even flinch. It felt like my blows and kicks, my screams and rage didn't even matter. They were nothing compared to the power he possessed.He was too damn strong. And as he carried me toward his car, the only thing louder than my voice was the furious pounding of my heart.He used one hand to yank the door open — effortlessly, and then he placed me on the front seat, almost gently. The gesture would've