Todos los capítulos de Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

scarlette~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Liam… please…” I whispered, the words barely making it out around the folded paper in my mouth. My voice cracked. My chin trembled. His hand was still tight on the back of my neck, and I was starting to drool—humiliation burning up my throat.“Scarlette,” he murmured, voice laced with dark amusement, “you and I both know that if I let you do whatever you want… I’d lose. And I don’t take a loss. I have a fragile heart, remember?” He tapped his chest with mock drama, groaning like it pained him.I wanted to scream.But then—the door creaked.My body froze. I panicked. My eyes darted wildly to the door as I shakily pointed toward it. My heart was racing like it wanted out of my chest.Liam didn’t even flinch.Instead, he calmly pulled the paper from my mouth, wiped my lip with his thumb, and let go of my neck… only to drag me into his chest like I was his property.The door swung open.Ethan stepped inside.My entire body locked up. My heart almost stoppe

Liam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I walked into the Sex shop.The bell above the door gave a small jingle, but I barely heard it over the pounding in my chest. I moved past the front display and slowly made my way toward the back—toward her.There she was.Scarlette.My Scarlette.Her fingers trailed slowly along the shelves, grazing over lacy lingerie, scented oils, silk ropes... and then she stopped in front of a red velvet box.I watched her.The way her brows furrowed like she was actually thinking about using any of these things—on someone. The thought made my jaw tense.I didn’t speak.I just stood a few steps behind her, half-shadowed by a tall display of perfume-infused candles, drinking her in like a madman watching his forbidden fruit.Until—“Sir,” a voice interrupted, soft but close, “are you looking for something?”I blinked, torn from my trance.“If you're searching for something specific, I can help you find it,” the woman added kindly. She was petite, with a tight bun and a ski

scarlette~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I tried to count to ten in my head, anything to hold back the fury boiling in my chest. But it wasn’t working. Not when Ethan was laughing right in my face. If I could’ve strangled him while fixing his damn tie, I would’ve.“My dear Scarlette…” he said, voice thick with mockery, “you’re so easy to read. I was mad, confused, furious when Liam said he wanted to marry you. But then I watched your reaction—your response. It was too quick, too ready.”He clicked his tongue and shook his head.“What the hell are you talking about, Ethan?” I yelled, my voice finally cracking as the tears burned at the corners of my eyes. The unease in my chest was eating me alive.“I pounded over this, Scarlette,” he snapped, suddenly flipping a stack of papers in my face. “I went through the divorce papers again before taking them to the court… and something didn’t sit right. I checked our marriage certificate. Your signature was different. Off.”His voice got louder, angrier. Hi

~~scarlette~~I stood there, my day spiraling from bad to worse. The Newton brothers were a plague, and I was caught in their crossfire.“You’re bleeding,” I said, staring at Liam as he clutched the wound on his arm, blood seeping through his fingers.“It’s not that deep,” he chuckled, that smug grin plastered on his face.“Not deep? You’re hurt, Liam, and it’s not okay,” I snapped, my voice cracking, shifting from anger to fear to something dangerously close to a sob.He ripped a strip from his shirt, wrapping it around the wound with a wince. “You just gonna stand there and not help me tie it? I saved your life, Brownie. Be a little caring.”I glared, stepping forward to help with the makeshift bandage. “You’re still smirking. Bleeding out, and you’re smirking.”“Just looking at your face calms me,” he said, voice low and teasing. “And, you know, the thought that I won the bet.”“Argh, you’re insufferable,” I shot back, tying the cloth tight. “Guess you’re fine, then. Let’s go.”He

The scary part?I'm actually letting my guard down when it comes to Liam.Like… there were a hundred locks on my body. And somehow, that idiot—without permission—has managed to magically unlock at least eighty of them. Just like that. No warning. No keys.I tried pinching the side of my thigh earlier—hoping it would shake me out of it.But no. My body’s a traitor. It’s not listening to me anymore. Do I even own it at this point?I don’t know.I walked downstairs in the shortest, tightest dress I could find. The one that hugged every line of my waist with that little side cut-out detail that made it impossible to ignore.Right before I could head out the front door, a maid hurried toward me.“Ma’am,” she said with a polite smile, “would you like to have your breakfast now?”The question stopped me. Completely froze me in place.Breakfast?Since when?“Um… excuse me?” I asked, brows raised.“Ma’am Emelia said since you're staying here, you should always eat. She insisted,” the maid said