All Chapters of Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~~Scarlette~~Suddenly, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder.I turned—and there he was.Liam.My body gave a little jolt, like I’d just been caught red-handed. My brows shot up before I could hide the reaction. My heart? It skipped. Maybe two beats.He looked at me with narrowed eyes.“What the hell... Were you scared?” he asked, stepping in closer, gaze locked on mine. “You just had this look—like you did something wrong.”I blinked fast and shook my head, forcing out a light laugh that barely masked my tension. “No. No, I’m fine. I was talking to a woman… one of the guests. I think she was one of the few I counselled last year—"Liam didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were still on me… but then shifted. Over my shoulder.“Wait…” he murmured, squinting. “Isn’t that Elder Mateo?”Fuck.He was looking past me—toward the exit. Mateo hadn’t gone far enough. Not fast enough.“I mean, that looks like him from the back. I can’t be wrong, can I?” Liam added, a frown forming. “But why’s he lea

~~Scarlette~~I don’t want to remember how we got home.Or how I ended up inside the Newton house.Or how Liam dragged me into the car while his mother kept shouting about how I was embarrassing the family name.I don’t want to remember how I screamed on top of my lungs at the man who broke me the same day I was supposed to give him the best news of our lives.Or how, in all that chaos, I finally realized—I’d played right into the dirty Newton game.And while I was falling apart, yelling like a fool, Emelia and Mel were smirking.Smirking.Like it was all some kind of win for them.And somehow—somehow—Mother still found a way to tag Mel along.The second we got inside, I ripped my hand out of Liam’s grip."Stay the hell away from me! Miles away, Liam!"I didn’t care if I was screaming again. I didn’t care who was listening.I turned and stormed upstairs, not wanting to hear another word. Not from him. Not from any of them.But I didn’t make it far."Not so fast, Scarlette!"Her voice

~~Scarlette~~I wanted Liam.All of him. His rage. His cock. His body pounding into mine until I couldn’t breathe his name without choking on it.He scooped me off the vanity and carried me to the bed.I laid flat, heart pounding, eyes locked on his. He stood at the edge, naked, hard, smirking like the devil himself.“Why are you still standing there?” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.It felt like my body was begging louder than my voice could. Every nerve inside me screamed for him. To fuck me. To ruin me. Just like he said he would.He tilted his head slightly, that smug look not leaving his face. “You’re pregnant…” he said roughly. “And I—I don’t know how to be gentle. I hate that I’m even saying this… but I can’t. I can’t be soft with you, Scarlette.”“I didn’t ask you to be gentle,” I breathed out. “Please… I want you so bad. Please, Liam…”I sounded like a begging child desperate for candy. Only this time, the craving was raw, filthy, and aching.He gave a half-smile,

~~Scarlette~~I had no choice but to follow Liam to the party. His mask night party.He handed me a dress—tight, black, glittering. It exposed more than I was comfortable with, especially now. I was pregnant. I should be wearing something that covered me, not showed off everything. But I guess Liam didn’t think that far.Not like I had a choice anyway.Refusing would only turn into a fight. And these days, I’m always the one doing the shouting. The only voice in the argument. It’s like I don’t even get a say anymore. My own damn body doesn’t even feel like mine lately.I sat in a corner, away from the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. My fourth. Or maybe fifth. I lost count. I just kept sipping because Liam had disappeared—again. Said he had to "mingle with business associates." That was over an hour ago. Maybe two.The longer I waited, the more I could feel my patience crawling out of my skin.To anyone watching, I probably looked like I came here just to drink. To sit alone in my

~~Scarlette~~“Why are you with my phone?” Liam’s voice cut sharp as he stepped toward me, his towel barely holding to his hips, water still dripping from his chest.I didn’t flinch. I held the phone tighter.“What exactly is Kai talking about in this message?” I asked, my voice rising with each word. “And what prank? Who’s the ‘she’ he’s referring to, Liam?”His eyes darkened. “Hand me the phone,” he said, voice cold and low as he stretched his hand toward me. “Whatever Kai said… it’s not important.”“Not important?” I snapped. “You better make it important. Because right now, I’m standing here with your phone and a message that smells like betrayal.”“Give me the damn phone. Now.”“No,” I said, stepping back as he stepped forward.“Why are you going through my phone in the first place?” he asked, his tone laced with frustration.“Because I have every right to,” I snapped back. “Unless you’re hiding something. Which—let’s be honest—you clearly are.”“Since when are you interested in