All Chapters of Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

~~Scarlette~~ He grabbed the net panties from the box, his hands slow, deliberate, making me shiver in anticipation. “Relax… let me do this,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. I stood frozen as he slid the lace over my hips, adjusting it with care—but the way he did it made my body melt under him. Then, without warning, he sank to his knees again. One of my legs he lifted effortlessly, resting it on his broad shoulder. My pulse raced, my pussy aching with every shift. His lips hovered just above the lace, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Then he lowered his mouth, pressing over the thin fabric. He groaned, a low, filthy sound that vibrated through me, and started sucking at my clit right through the netted lace. His tongue traced slow circles, teasing, dragging, driving me wild without even touching bare skin. “Fucking… so wet,” he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangling in my hair to keep me right where he wanted me. I moaned uncontrollably,

~~Scarlette~~ Liam was unpredictable, unreadable, a man I could never fully decipher. Not even years of therapy experience could unravel him—this hot, impossibly dangerous man I’d fallen for. I tried to read him—expressions, posture, any hint of what was coming. Nothing. Just that cocky grin, that smirk I wanted to slap off his arrogant face. God, he was unfairly handsome. How had I never noticed him all those years ago? “Hey… relax,” Liam murmured, amusement thick in his voice. One hand slipped inside my gown, tracing lazy circles over my thighs, inching dangerously close to my pussy, while the other drove steadily. I clenched immediately, heart hammering. “I mean… tell me if you’re going to die soon… I might need to have your assets transferred to my child… because—hell!” My gasp stumbled into a moan, catching me off guard. I rolled my eyes for the third time today. “Just so you know, I'm feeling pretty relaxed,” I muttered, though my voice betrayed me. “Are you, t

~~Scarlette~~ Four Months Later. In the house, I had started noticing Emelia’s uneasiness. The way she stiffened whenever Mother brought up her pregnancy, the way her eyes darted like she was hiding something. It happened again at dinner last night. Julie asked her a simple question — nothing sharp, just a friendly remark. But Emelia’s reaction… it was shocking. She froze, her face drained, and she stammered like she had been caught doing something wrong. No one else seemed to find it unusual. They brushed it off as hormones, mood swings, pregnancy nerves. But I knew better. This wasn’t just hormones. This was something else. Something Emelia didn’t want anyone to know. "Liam… have you noticed how Emelia’s been behaving these past few weeks, huh?" I asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. I was already slipping into a dress, getting ready for the doctor’s appointment. I hadn’t told him about the pains all over my body, or the little bleeding—I only said it was a normal

~~Scarlette~~ “What happened? Why did you go back?” Liam asked as he kept driving, his voice low but edged. I wasn’t about to disclose anything to him. If I did, he’d twist it into his way—telling me not to move, not to speak, not to act until he thought the time was right. No. Not this time. This time, I wasn’t giving him that power. “Nothing, Liam. I just… suddenly felt like asking Rayne about Emelia’s antenatals,” I said, staring straight ahead, my tone flat. “So what did he say? Did he give you any clues or what?” he pressed, not letting it go. “Nope. He didn’t. I was so disappointed,” I replied quickly, tightening my hands in my lap. “Really?” he shot back, suspicion dripping from his voice. “Or you just don’t want to tell me… because I sure don’t see disappointment on your face.” Before I could react, his hand left the wheel. His finger curled under my chin, firm, forcing my head to turn toward him. His eyes searched mine like he could peel my secrets out of me.