บททั้งหมดของ Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

VICKY’S POVThe next mornin’ arrived so fast, day three on the cruise, and Cindy was already green around the gills.She was already pale and miserable before breakfast, one hand clutched to her stomach, the other grippin’ Damian’s arm like the deck might tilt and toss her right overboard.She swore up and down it was just the sea rockin’ the boat too hard, but the way she kept boltin’ for the bathroom told a different story.Morning sickness had officially clocked in.Leo and Damian couldn’t stand watchin’ her suffer. One look at her pale face and they were callin’ it: cruise over.Pack up, we’re done.The ship docked in Piraeus faster than anyone expected, and just like that, the dream vacation ended early.Alaric and Damian had already mapped out the next move anyway, straight to the Acropolis.They whispered like co-conspirators the whole way and that was when I figured it out halfway through the drive. Damian was proposin’.You could feel it in the air, and the excitement in his

VICKY’ S POVThanks to Cindy’s sudden aero-acro phobia, we’re stuck in Athens.Every damn attempt to reassure her that nothin’s gonna happen has been completely useless, so here we all are, stranded in one of her dad’s five-star hotels.Damian, of course, is glued to her side like a finished man. Boy’s gone, completely gone. Love done took him out.Me? I’m out here cleanin’ puke like it’s my full-time job.Ric and Leo are still around, though. They just seem caught up with business or whatever the hell they got goin’ on, barely around long enough to breathe the same air before disappearin’ again.To be honest, aside from Cindy’s unbearable pukin’ every five minutes, this might actually be the best kind of stranded a girl could ask for.I mean, look at this place.Five-star everything. I’m talkin’ crisp white sheets that smell like money, pillows so soft they swallow you whole, and a mattress that got me questionin’ every life decision that led me to sleepin’ on anything less.Room ser

VICKY’S POVFor a second, everything just… shrank. Like the whole damn world folded in on itself and left just me and him standin’ there.The restaurant, the people, David, the noise… all of it just disappeared. Gone.Like nothin’ else existed but him.And God help me, every filthy memory we ever had came rushin’ back all at once, hittin’ me so hard it almost knocked the air outta me.Heat curled low in my stomach, spread slow and settlin’ somewhere it had no business bein’.Shameless. Absolutely shameless.My gaze dipped without permission, draggin’ over his chest, the way it moved under his shirt, steady, controlled, like he wasn’t feelin’ this at all.He didn’t say a word. Just stood there starin’ with that same prideful, unreadable look on his face like he already knew exactly what he was doin’ to me.And for a second, I almost gave in to that stupid voice in my head whisperin’, kiss him, V.Yeah. That’s exactly what I needed. More bad decisions.“V, you okay?” Alaric’s voice cut

VICKY’S POVMy breath hitched so hard it sounded like a gasp got stuck halfway up my throat.The question hung there between us, filthy and bold as hell, while his fingers kept toyin’ with the hem of my gown like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.Heat flooded my face. My thighs trembled around his hips even as I tried to squeeze ’em shut. Fat chance. He was already standin’ between ’em like he owned the damn real estate.I should’ve slapped that smug, dangerous look off his face. Instead, my legs trembled around his hips, betrayin’ me like the rest of my traitorous body.“You’re outta your mind,” I whispered, but it came out all breathy and weak, nothin’ like the ice-tongued Vicky I was supposed to be.“You really think you can just barge in here, lock the door, and…”A loud knock suddenly rattled the locked door.“Hello?” a woman’s voice called loudly. She turned the knob impatiently before yelling again.“Is someone in there? Why is the door locked?”My entire body froz

LEO’S POVWalking out of that restroom, I adjusted my cuffs and let out a breath that still tasted like her. Any normal father would be drowning in guilt right now. I’d just bent my son’s girlfriend over a countertop in the restroom and wrecked her in the best way possible. For weeks, I’d tried to be the good guy. I’d told myself she belonged to Alaric. I’d reminded myself of the lines I shouldn’t cross. But sitting in the back of my mind was a reality I’d finally stopped fighting: I didn’t feel a single shred of remorse. Not anymore. Ever since Rosie died, my world had been a monotonous blur of grey. I hadn’t cared about a single woman who crossed my path. Half the time, I realized I was just subconsciously looking for ghosts, searching for pieces of my late wife in every face I met. But women like Rosie don’t just grow on trees. She was a hurricane—stubborn as a bull, sharp-tongued, and entirely immune to my money or my power. She challenged me. Every woman I had met after h