Semua Bab Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

~~Scarlette~~The speech dragged on. Salzman’s voice filled the hall—eloquent, passionate, probably even brilliant—but I didn’t register a damn word.My whole body was trembling.I hated it. The heat in my chest, the tension in my jaw, the way my dress suddenly felt too tight, too revealing, like it was suffocating me in front of everyone.Then my eyes met his.Liam.He was standing by the side now, half-listening to Salzman, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the room.I looked away immediately.The pressure was too much.I stood up abruptly, chair scraping against the polished floor.“Where are you off to, Scarlette?” Yvonne’s voice cut through. “Didn’t you say we should be keeping notes? Huh? Where the hell are you going now? Or you can’t handle having your sugar boy in the same room?”My hands curled into fists at my sides. I took a step back from the table, slow, controlled.“Watch it, girl,” I said, my voice cold and cracking. “My patience might wear ou

When it comes to flirting, I’ve got… zero skills. Okay, maybe a solid 5 out of 10 on a good day—if I’m drunk and wearing heels.And yet, the only person my messed-up brain kept circling back to was Kai. Liam’s buddy. Which is insane, right? But Vik’s words kept ringing in my head.Maybe getting a good fuck would fix you.The idea sounded ridiculous… until it didn’t.Sure, Kai once called me a broken woman. But maybe if I offered him a wild night—no strings attached—he’d be too honored to say no.Or maybe he’d just laugh in my face.Still, 90% of my gut screamed, Scarlette, you’re doing the right thing.So I walked into the bar. Packed as usual—flashing lights, grinding bodies, strippers doing their thing on poles like they were born for it. Lust and chaos in the air.I strutted to the bar, leaned in, and waved a hand dramatically.“Hey, bar guy... long time no see,” I said, voice pitched high with enough fake sweetness to rot teeth.The sarcasm practically dripped from me.He turned a

Liam’s mouth was relentless, latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple hard, his tongue flicking fast and rough. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, tugging just enough to make me gasp. His other hand squeezed my other breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading it hard, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it until I squirmed. He switched, his mouth taking the other nipple, sucking greedily, wet and sloppy, while his hand kept working the first, squeezing tighter, making my moans spill out uncontrollably.“Fuck, Liam,” I whimpered, my body shaking, hands straining against the cuffs bolted to the car’s ceiling.He didn’t let up, his mouth pulling harder, tongue lashing my nipple, his grunts vibrating against my skin. My breasts throbbed under his rough touch, every suck and squeeze sending heat straight to my core. He bit my nipple lightly, just enough to make me cry out, then soothed it with a slow, wet lick before sucking the other again, his hand n

~~Scarlette~~“Are you fucking threatening me right now, Liam?” Ethan barked, stepping closer. “Barely three months—and you’re already taking advantage of her?”He looked straight at me, eyes wild.“You had sex with him already? Seriously?”My chest tightened. I couldn’t even breathe before his words turned nastier.“Why the hell would you sleep with him, Scarlette? Huh? Was it that itchy for you? You’re disgusting now—just fucking disgusting.”He lunged and grabbed me by the arms, hard. My whole body jolted.“Ethan, let go of me!” I gasped, my voice cracking as fear punched through me.“You wanna talk about disgusting?” I snapped, trembling in his grip. “Wasn’t it disgusting enough that you had an affair with my own little sister? And now you’re doing this? Now?”"You’ve been the one controlling me since our marriage… and now, even after our divorce, you still want to control my life? Well, just so you know—it's not disgusting if Liam and I end up getting married."The words felt hea

~~Scarlette~~The morning sunlight slipped through the window, hitting my face. I must’ve forgotten to pull the curtains last night. Or maybe not. Maybe it was intentional. After all… me and Liam? What happened wasn’t just sex. It was chaos. A psychological meltdown disguised as pleasure.I let myself drift last night. I let him have all of me. Mind. Body. And right now, my head’s a mess—but the scary part? It feels good.I slowly sat up, my palm pressed lightly against Liam’s chest, hoping not to wake him as I slipped off the bed. Maybe I could sneak into the bathroom, fix myself, then make breakfast—anything to avoid that poison Emelia served me yesterday.But before I could fully move, I felt his hand slide lazily across my back, pulling me back into him.“Morning, Brownie…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You trying to crawl away like we had some cheap one-night stand?” He chuckled with that smugness I hated—and secretly liked.“You only get to touch me when I allow it,” I mutt