บททั้งหมดของ Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

~DAMIAN’S POV~For the first time in years, I felt loved… truly, bone-deep loved.And damn if my heart wasn’t pounding like a kid on Christmas morning.What greater joy could there be than having the woman of my wildest dreams curled up in my bed on a lazy Friday morning?My arms locked tight around her waist under the sheets, her soft warmth bleeding into me despite the AC blasting ice-cold. Those little breathy whimpers slipped from her lips every few seconds… fuck, it was perfection.I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to move.Let this moment stretch into forever.But little mister down south had other plans.He kept throbbing, insistent, already leaking at the thought of her.Alright, alright. I’m spoiled.Sue me, but I’m not sorry.A low chuckle rumbled in my chest.I cracked my eyelids slow. The first thing that hit me, besides the annoying morning sun, was her.My woman. Cindy Virelli.The name alone sent a jolt straight to my cock. Life’s a twisted bastard. The da

CINDY’S POVTwo hours after Elis’s call with Damian, we were finally dragging our asses out of that hotel bed, gearing up for the chaos ahead.Damian looked like sin on a stick. His black shirt hugged every damn muscle, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off those veiny forearms. His black jeans were slung low on his hips, and his hair was tousled just right, like he had run his hands through it one too many times.God, kill me now.I sat on the edge of the bed in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants, looking like I had ridden the hot mess express. My hair was wild, no makeup, clothes wrecked from last night’s marathon.He caught me staring at him in the mirror, smirked that cocky smirk, and sprayed his cologne.Damn.The scent hit me like a drug, woody, spicy, all him, and my thighs clenched on instinct.“You look like a thief on aisle twenty-one,” he teased as he turned to me, making fun of the way his clothes looked on the.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help grinning.“Gl

~CINDY’S POV~ “Lord, save us from an untimely death,” I prayed under my breath as Damian’s bat-outta-hell driving had us one swerve away from getting pancaked by a semi. I clutched my seatbelt like a lifeline, my heart slamming against my ribs as he blasted trashy bubblegum pop at ear-shattering levels. One hand stayed on the wheel like he was auditioning for Fast & Furious: Thorne Edition. The other squeezed my thigh like his personal stress ball until we finally skidded up to Elis’s estate, hidden way out on the city’s edge like a damn hermit crab. Who the hell drops millions on a mansion in the middle of this weird-ass jungle? No one but Elis Thorne, of course. Dude’s always been a weird, antisocial, stone-cold punk with zero chill and zero fun. He is the total opposite of the goofball grinning beside me like he just hot-wired the Batmobile. Before us stood this sleek, three-story cube of mirrored smart glass that shifted automatically from crystal clear to pitch black. Th

~CINDY’S POV~I swear the word “Peony” left my lips before my brain even clocked it. But damn, it’s not a bad idea at all. My brain is literally telling me to play invisible, then tomorrow stroll in as Cindy “Barbie’s nightmare” Virelli and watch Nancy’s plastic face crack like cheap porcelain. I can already see her sinking through the glass floor. Payback for prom night, when this same silicone Barbie slashed the back of my gown so I’d spend the night holding it together while she twirled in the spotlight. Petty then, petty now, just upgraded to billion-dollar petty. She had always been a petty, spotlight-stealing leech who hated that my last name could buy hers ten times over. Hated that I never bowed and clapped like the other girls. So, of course, she’s gotta try stealing the one thing that finally makes me happy: my man. Over my cold, dead body, Spark. Damian was staring at me like I had just grown a second head. I flashed him a tiny, sweet smile that screamed shut up

~CINDY’S POV~ Her commanding voice sent a jolt through me. I quickly straightened, wiped the last tear off my cheek, and cleared my throat loudly. “Of course, Attorney Blake.” “Good. Vicky ran me through the whole history, but I need to ask you some questions myself. Note that this call is documented as evidence for future reference.” “No problem.” “Perfect. So tell me, are you truly divorcing your husband of three years, Ms. Hart?” I swallowed hard, rubbing my free hand on my lap nervously. What’s wrong with you, Cindy? You’ve made up your mind to do this. Her voice crackled back. “Think deeply about your answers, Ms. Hart. No rush.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes, Attorney Blake. I’m divorcing him.” “Are you certain? If it’s a minor issue that can be resolved amicably, I suggest you consider it carefully.” “Amicably?” I took in a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on my shoulders like a rock. “Would you be amicable with the person plotting your