All Chapters of Married To The Wrong Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Everything inside was white and reflective and impossibly pristine, like someone had taken the idea of luxury and polished it until it lost all connection to normal life. Mirrors stretched from floor to ceiling, multiplying everything – light, movement, people – until it felt like I had walked into a place that didn’t end.“No, no, no… this is what you bring me?”The voice cut through the space before I even saw him.Then he appeared.He looked like he had walked out of a completely different world and decided to stop here for fun.Black tank top that was so fitted that it couldn’t help but show off his lean muscle. Rings stacked across his fingers. Chains resting loosely against his collarbone. His black dyed hair was styled but not carefully like it had fallen into place and he’d simply allowed it.Everything about him was expressive and fluid.He stopped right in front of me, eyes lighting up.“Lauren,” he breathed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest, “Oh my God, no one tol

The garage was already occupied by the time I stepped in. Inside, I spotted two of my cars immediately – the one Jerry had driven Rosalia in still angled toward the exit, ready to move at a second’s notice, and the escort vehicle tucked closer to the column where a black sedan waited.Jerry closed the distance the moment I appeared, a phone already in his hand. His expression had tightened in a way that told me whatever dragged me out of that boardroom had earned it.“He came in as a customer,” he began, placing the phone in my palm as we stopped beside the car. “It wasn't all unusual until he asked how long she’d be inside.”I unlocked the screen without responding, my eyes already scanning through what he’d handed me while his voice continued, steady and controlled. There were photos. Too many. My thumb slowed over one of the images.“I let him walk,” Jerry went on, unfazed by my silence. “He left the boutique, came straight out here, got into this car. Apparently he’s been on us

It costs $11,000 for the pleasure of passing through the velvet rope, down the exclusive corridor, heading straight for the high-limit rooms upstair.I paid it without hesitation, sliding the card across a glass desk to a man who didn’t look at me twice.La Casino Capitol pulsed with wealth.Low lights spilled into gold across marble floors, reflecting off crystal and steel, turning every surface into something deliberately seductive. Drunk women, the stench of ‘suave and ice’ and liquor latched onto them as they drifted through the space like decoration, while men sat heavy in their seats, fingers stacked with rings, wrists burdened by watches that could buy cities. And it showed.Gold teeth flashed when they laughed. Thick chains rested against open collars. Custom suits stretched over soft bodies, the fabric fighting a losing battle against excess. They exuded dominance and power in every way, but there was something more repulsive lurking beneath the surface.Bile rose to my th

My gaze sharpened. “Domenico,” I returned evenly. “Dominic, if we’re being formal.” His tongue wet his lower lip while he tapped two fingers against the table. “Something tells me you didn’t walk in blind. Not reckless like the usual rich boys who manage their way in here. You never looked uncertain. That’s not beginner’s luck. That’s pattern recognition.” He poured himself a drink slowly, unhurried. Then gestured toward the glass in front of me. “But… I don’t like patterns I didn’t authorize in my house,” he added, quieter now. I leaned back, studying him the way he had studied me earlier. “Your operation is well-contained,” I murmured. “I must say, I envy how efficient and ‘clean’ they are. That kind only works when everyone involved knows exactly what not to ask or maybe they don't even know at all.” His face suddenly went morbid. Acting all surprised as if his businesses wasn't the face of Miami, and the city itself didn’t already run through his hands. But I let it pass wi

Her fingers tangled lazily in the brunette’s hair before slowing near her mouth. She brushed her thumb over the smeared red lipstick there, pupils widening at the sight of it.A crooked grin spread across her face.The alcohol and whatever else they’d taken earlier dragged heavily at their movements. Her eyes kept fluttering between giggles, lashes resting briefly against her cheeks before lifting again.Then their mouths collided again, careless and messy, laughter breaking between kisses.Dominic stood beside them, watching the scene unfold through a haze of smoke.The brunette reached for him first. Her hand slid around the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Their perfume mixed in the air. The brunette’s lips barely left his while the other girl pressed closer against his side, her mouth trailing heated kisses along the lines of his nipples.“Name,” Dominic muttered against the brunette’s mouth.“Abby.” She smiled lazily against his lips.The other girl laughed softly from be