Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

CINDY’S POVHe snatched the papers, his eyes scanning frantically across each line.“Divorce?! You can’t divorce me, Cindy. You can’t…”“You’ve been begging for this for years,” I said calmly. “I’m just giving you what you wanted.”His blurry gaze snagged on the asset division clause, and the color drained from his face so fast I thought he might actually faint.“Seventy percent!!!! Are you fucking crazy, Cindy?! How could you want seventy percent of the company's shares and properties? This is my father’s legacy…”“Your father’s legacy was bleeding out until I poured millions in anonymously to keep the lights on,” I said, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. “You’re welcome, by the way. I’m feeling generous, so I left you thirty percent. The rest is mine.”His knees buckled. He hit the ground hard, the papers scattering around him like dead leaves.“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Cindy, please. You’ll ruin me.”I looked down at him—at the man who had once made me beg for c

DAMIAN'S POVThe party noise hit me like a wave when I stepped back onto the lawn. And there she was, my whole damn world, laughing in the circle of Alaric’s arm.I crossed the grass in five long strides, slid my arm around her waist from behind, and pressed my busted mouth to the shell of her ear.“Hey, princess,” I rasped, letting her feel the blood on my lip when I brushed it against her skin.“Miss me?”She spun in my arms, her eyes narrowing instantly on my mouth, then my knuckles.“Damian… what the hell is th–“I kissed her before she could finish, hard, claiming, pouring every ounce of possession I felt into it until she melted against me.“Nothing serious, baby. Just took care of some unfinished business,” I murmured softly against her lips.Before Cindy could start the interrogation I knew was coming, Alaric let out a loud, exaggerated cough that could’ve woken the dead.“Yo, I’m literally right here. Y’all need a room or a fire hose?”I didn’t even turn yet—just barked out a

DAMIAN'S POV That was all I needed to hear. I switched from the slow, teasing grind to a hard, deep thrust, burying myself in her all at once. She cried out, a sound of pure relief and pleasure that vibrated through both of us. I started to pound into her, setting a fast, punishing rhythm that slammed her against the door with every drive of my hips. My hand moved from her stomach, my fingers wrapping firmly around the column of her throat, not to hurt, but to feel her pulse hammering against my palm. I dragged my tongue up the delicate shell of her ear, then closed my lips around the lobe and sucked (slow and wet and filthy) until she shivered hard against me. “Louder, baby,” I commanded, my voice a rough whisper against her skin as I sucked again, harder this time, pulling a little whimper from her lips. Her moans and cries filled the suite, a symphony of pleasure that I knew w

CINDY’S POV Damian turned to stone beside me. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his eyes went cold. Evelyn didn’t care. She just leaned in, slid her hand under the sheet to rub Damian’s bare calf, soft and affectionate. “Did you sleep well, my love?” Damian jerked his leg away from Evelyn’s touch like she’d burned him. “What the fuck are you on about?” he snapped, every muscle in his body coiled tight. “What do you want? Why are you here?” He was fully guarded now. The warmth he’d shown me two minutes ago was gone, replaced by a wall of pure don’t-fuck-with-me. Evelyn didn’t even blink. She just tilted her head, that practiced, aristocratic smile curving her lips, and let her gaze slide to me like she’d only just noticed I existed. “Well, well,” Evelyn drawled, her crisp British vowels slicing through the room. “So it really is you. Cindy Verilli.” She rolled the name slowly, luxuriously, as if tasting a forty-year-old Bordeaux. Wait… what? My brain short-circuited for hal

DAMIAN’S POVI rested my chin on my knuckles, watching the slowest train wreck in history unfold across the breakfast table.“Girl code? You wish…” I drawled, tipping my chin toward Elis. “I can see as clearly as you.”Ellis, my supposedly dignified little brother, was currently engaged in the most pathetic display of one-sided jealousy I’d ever witnessed.Vicky was laughing at something Alaric said (some dry, boring-as-hell comment about the stock market, no doubt), her fingers brushing the sleeve of his shirt every millisecond.And Ellis? Ellis was pretending to be fascinated by the pattern on his napkin, folding and unfolding it like origami might magically teleport Vicky’s attention back to him.Damn it, Elis.I taught you how to tie a tie when you were six. I taught you how to swear properly in three languages. And this is how you repay me? By turning into a sulking puppy because a girl looked at another bloke for four consecutive seconds?Cindy exchanged a funny look with me. Sh