Todos os capítulos de THE WRONG BROTHER : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Charlotte His expression softens. "Good. You deserve to be happy, Charlotte. You deserve everything good in this world.""So do you."We finish our meal, and true to his word, Rhys orders two slices of apple pie. It's warm and cinnamon, sweet and absolutely perfect.By the time we leave, I'm pleasantly full and feeling more like myself."Thank you for this," I say as we get back in the car. "I needed normal. I needed to feel like a person again, not just a victim or a witness or whatever I've been for the past few days.""Anytime you need normal, you tell me. We'll come here, or we'll go somewhere else, or we'll just sit on the couch and watch terrible TV. Whatever you need."Back at the apartment, the exhaustion hits me like a wall. Giving that statement, reliving everything, it's drained me completely."Bath or bed?" Rhys asks as we step inside."Bed. Definitely bed.""Okay. Go get comfortable. I'll bring you some water and your medication."I change into soft pajamas, wash my face

Charlotte “Taste it,” he says, eyes locked on me.I didn’t hesitate.I took his fingers into my mouth, sucking them deep, tasting myself on his skin.Rhys eyes darkened.“Good girl. I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now.”My legs are parted wide, revealing my pussy in full display.He rubbed the head of his cock against my soaked entrance, sliding through my pussy but never pushing in.I lifted my head, watching him between my legs.“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.“I won’t, Charlotte. You’ll feel it, every inch.”Then he slammed into me.My mouth parted in a silent cry as my pussy stretched around him. He didn’t slow down. He buried himself deep, hard and relentless.His thrusts became harder, rougher and faster.“Jesus… Charlotte… you feel so fucking good,” he says, tightening his grip on my waist as he pounded into my pussy, fast and brutal.Lost in the wild rhythm, he gripped my hips tight, driving harder with every stroke.Then he stopped.He grabbed me and crashed his mouth on my

Charlotte "I don't know yet." I meet his eyes.There's something in Rhys's expression, concern mixed with pride, maybe even a little fear."Just... don't do anything reckless," he says."When have I ever been reckless?"He gives me a look."Okay, fair point." I open the car door. "But I'm serious, Rhys. I can't keep living like this. Something has to change."We get in the car and Rhys starts driving back to his apartment. I stare out the window, my mind already working.Fine.Two can play that game."Charlotte." Rhys's voice pulls me from my thoughts. "I know that look. What are you planning?""Nothing yet. Just thinking.""That's what worries me."I glance at him. "You said you trusted me.""I do trust you. I just also know you well enough to know when you're about to do something dangerous.""I'm not going to do anything stupid, Rhys. I promise." I reach over and squeeze his hand. "But I'm also not going to be a sitting duck."We pull into the parking garage of his building, and R

Rhys"I understand the concern...""Do you?" Richard Abrams, another board member, leans forward. "Because I'm not sure you do, Rhys. This company was built on your reputation for being untouchable. For always being three steps ahead. But right now, it looks like someone else is calling the shots."I force myself to stay calm. "We've had some setbacks, yes. But Vertico is still...""Setbacks?" Margaret's voice rises. "Setbacks are losing one client. Maybe two. This is a systematic dismantling of our client base. And I want to know why."Everyone's looking at me now. Waiting.I could tell them the truth. That my psychotic stepbrother infiltrated the company, fed information to my enemies, sabotaged deals from the inside. That my ex-stepbrother Kevin has made it his life's mission to destroy me.But that sounds like excuses. Like I'm not in control."We've identified internal security issues," I say carefully. "Someone was leaking proprietary information to competitors. We've since term

Charlotte I should be suspicious. Should question her motives, her timing, everything.But looking at her, I see something familiar. The same burning need for justice that I feel. The same anger at being victimized by men who think they can do whatever they want without consequences."What do you want from me?" I ask."I want to give you this evidence. All of it. To use in your case against Kevin, or to give to the authorities, or however you see fit." She meets my eyes. "But I want something in return."Here it comes. The catch."What?""When this all comes out, when Michael and Kevin go to prison and Anders Corporation collapses, I want credit. I want the world to know that I'm the one who brought them down.""That's it? You want recognition?"I stare at her. "You want credit? For what, being a mistress who kept receipts?"Her eyes flash. "Excuse me?""You heard me. You had an affair with a married man, and now you want to be celebrated for exposing him?" I shake my head. "That's n