Semua Bab Sleeping With My Billionaire Step-Brother: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Fiona:I once thought marriage was forever. That changed the moment I found my husband cheating earlier today."Babe, you're so good…babe...come harder."Those words haunted me. The bathroom scene with Dustin and Paige having sex played again in my mind while I lifted my empty glass."Another vodka," I told the bartender, needing something to wash away the memory.The second bartender slid my drink across the counter. His eyes lingered a moment too long as I grabbed the glass. I gulped it down, welcoming the burn that momentarily distracted me from my pain.A strange warmth flooded through me, different from the usual alcohol buzz. My skin tingled and the room began to spin in a way that scared me. I clutched the counter, suddenly terrified I might fall."You okay there?" A stranger leaned close, his voice somehow both concerned and hungry.I tried to focus on his face but my thoughts scattered like marbles on a tile floor. Something wasn't right. I'd been tipsy before, but this felt

Fiona:"I didn't know for sure, my love. But I always feared this day would come." My father's voice was gentle, but the weight of his unspoken ‘I told you so’ hung between us. He had warned me, had begged me not to marry Dustin. "He only wants your name, your money," he'd said. But I hadn't listened. I'd been too blinded by love, or what I'd thought was love, and not just that, I had hid who I am from the rest of the world, and even Dustin. Nobody knows I'm the heiress to the Velmera Group respected by all.The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, the heiress who'd rebelled against arranged marriages and society expectations, only to fall for the very trap my father had predicted. Three years of marriage, and I'd finally seen Dustin for what he truly was—a calculating opportunist who'd played the part of devoted husband while cheating on me with my best friend."Thanks, Daddy," I said, my voice tight. "Just help me with what I asked for." I ended the call before he could say more. I

Rafael:I couldn’t get her out of my head. Every damn thought was consumed by her, the way her lips parted when she laughed, the way her body arched against mine last night. It was madness. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe."Marcus!" I barked into the intercom, my voice rough with impatience. "Get in here. Now."I’d sent him to dig up everything about her the moment she slipped out of my car this morning. And still, nothing. The silence was torture.The door flew open before I could snap again. Marcus stumbled in, breathless, with his tie crooked."What the hell is wrong with you?" I growled."Boss, you sounded urgent—""I said get in here, not break the damn door down."He straightened, dragging in a breath, but his smirk was already in place. The bastard knew exactly why I was wound up."Tell me you found her," I demanded.His grin widened. "Since when do you chase women after one night?" He asked, and I don't blame him, he knew I only taste them once, I don't repeat my women."Ma

Fiona:The front doors burst open before I could even reach them. A woman emerged, her perfectly manicured hands pressed to her chest in theatrical concern. She was smaller than I'd imagined, more fragile looking, but there was steel in her brown eyes."Fiona! Oh, sweetheart, you're finally home!" Her voice dripped with honey, but I could taste the poison underneath. She rushed toward me, arms outstretched like we were long-lost family.I stepped back sharply. "Where is my father?"Her smile faltered before she recovered, gesturing toward the house. "He's in the living room, dear. He's been so worried about you."I brushed past her, my heels clicking against marble with each determined step. The house looked different. Softer. Where my mother's bold artwork had once lined the walls, now hung gentle watercolors and she and my father's pictures..They'd erased her. Erased us."Fiona." My father's voice boomed before I could cross the threshold. There he stood, silver hair perfectly styl

Fiona:"Fiona Velmera!" he growled, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I'd bruise, but I loved it. The kitchen counter dug into my back, but I didn’t care. My red lingerie was ripped, barely hanging on, and his escort-boy outfit was half undone, his cock driving deep inside me."Yes, baby—yes! I love it! Fuck me harder from the back! Smack me—I want it rough!" I screamed, my nails clawing at the counter. His eyes burned with hunger, his body slamming into mine like he owned me. And right then, I wanted him to."Come here!" His voice was rough as he yanked me off the counter, carrying me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him as he took me outside, the cool night air hitting my bare skin. He dropped me onto the grass, the trimmed blades tickling my back as he tore off the last of my lingerie."You're mine," he growled, his hands roaming my body like he couldn’t get enough. "And I’m yours. Today, I’m making you scream my name when you come."My body trembled, already