All Chapters of MARRIAGE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BROTHER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alisa had kept her revelation to Dominico measured from Leo, choosing her words with care. She disclosed the painful truth about Naomi and Victor’s long-hidden involvement, calmly explaining just enough to make it clear why the marriage had been doomed from the start but she deliberately held back the most details, letting some secrets linger in the shadows. Dominico listened without interruption, his expression unreadable, betraying nothing as he absorbed the confession.When the conversation ended, he offered her a ride home but Alisa declined, feeling the need to walk alone, to sort through the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. She left the mansion quietly carrying a fragile composure that belied the turmoil inside. Yet her path eventually led her to Leo, where circumstances took a sudden turn.A drink, meant for another woman but mistakenly or perhaps intentionally given to her, contained a sleeping agent she didn’t suspect. The liquid hit her like a quiet betrayal, her eyeli

When Leo and his men were closing in on the location, Alisa was still trapped in that dim, stinking room. Her blouse now was hung open, half torn and her body was pressed beneath a drugged man whose pupils were blown wide and unfocused. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking so hard that it left bruises while his hips grinding against her with mindless urgency.Alisa’s head was cleared just enough for panic to set in. The haze of whatever they had dosed her with hadn’t fully left but she was sane enough to know what was happening. She pushed weakly against his chest, voice cracking as she begged, “Stop—please, stop…”But the man was too far gone.He couldn’t hear her or maybe he just didn’t care.His weight crushed down on her while his ragged breathing hot against her skin as he rutted against her like an animal. Then tears stung in her eyes as every muffled whimper only seemed to spur in his frenzied movements.Not satisfied enough with just sucking her neck, the drugged man clawed

“Leo—” she whispered but her voice broke into a gasp as he slid inside her again, slow but merciless, filling her to the brim. The new angle had her trembling because the intrusion was sharper and deeper, leaving her clutching at the sheets like she might break.He groaned low against her shoulder while his teeth grazing her skin. “God, you’re perfect like this… so fucking tight, taking me all over again.”Her leg hooked over his hip instinctively, giving him deeper access and he seized it, pressing harder, sinking in until she cried out. Then his hand slid up her waist, gripping her breast while his thumb flicking her nipple as his hips snapped into hers, each thrust deliberate and bruising.“Harder,” she begged breathlessly that her voice even cracked with need. “Leo, please—deeper. I need it—give me more.”A rough laugh rumbled in his chest when he heard it. “Greedy little thing… begging for me even after I’ve fucked you full. You want it harder?” His hips slammed forward, burying h

A few days had passed since Victor left the estate he once shared with Naomi and still, he hadn’t returned. Instead, he lingered outside, desperate to find a way to reach Alisa but Leo’s men were always nearby watching her like hawks and Victor couldn’t get close.Meanwhile, Leo himself was buried in another pursuit as an investigation that’s tied to his father’s death.“Fuck! Are you slacking off?” Leo snarled while leaning back in his chair inside the headquarters while five men stood before him with their heads bowed low in shame.“I’m sorry, sir,” one stammered. “I’ll make sure to capture him next time.”Leo leaned forward, grinding his cigarette into the ashtray before placing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. His gaze was cold, cutting through the trembling men. “Next time? This is the third fucking time that I’ve given you a chance and you dare speak of ‘next time’?”The leader swallowed hard with his head lowering even further. Beside Leo’s chair stood Johnson

Despite Dominico’s stern disapproval, Celeste pressed forward with her plans and was determined to host yet another private gathering for Naomi’s wedding preparations. This time, she chose one of the city’s most extravagant hotels with ballroom draped in velvet and glittering under countless crystal chandeliers.Gold candle holder lined the tables while musicians played a soft waltz in the background.Every detail inside screamed with wealth, power and status—Celeste’s way of reminding society of Naomi’s rising prestige.Clarisse swept in early, bedecked in pearls and silk with smile as practiced as the tilt of her chin. She relished the attention though whispers followed her as well. As for Adam—her husband and the father of both Naomi and Alisa had not bothered to attend.Though his absence was a shadow, one that Clarisse pretended who did not exist.As guests came in, the air grew thick with perfume, chatter and the tinkling of champagne glasses. While Naomi glided about in her past