Lahat ng Kabanata ng I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO! : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.My heart pounds with each step I make; my feet pulling me towards the large door, before I lock it. For a moment, I stand still against it, my back to my husband as I inhale deep breaths.“If it’s too much…..you may leave, Summer.” He says, causing me to flinch before I can stop myself. I flip around then, and fully take him in while questions thunder in my mind. My husband stands before me, eyes filled with secrets I wasn’t sure if I wanted to uncover, know… or wish he’d keep hidden from the public eye.“It’s not that it’s too much….it’s just that…” my cheeks redden as I look away from him. His hands are in his pockets, and he stares with a nonchalant expression, but his shoulders appear tight, almost as if one touch would cause him to tense even further. “What troubles you, kotyonok?” That darn nickname again….I still didn’t know what it meant; even after I tried searching, but no matter how many times I tried speaking it into my autocorrect, I wasn’t gettin

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.All I could do was stare at him after a gulp. There was a way his eyes specifically darkened and glazed over every time he stared at me. I always thought it was intense, heated, consuming.But this… There was nothing compared to this.His grip on my hips hadn’t let up, and his gaze was unrelenting. My pussy was right in his face while he was on his knees, and I was tempted to ask him what happened now. But before the courage to ask could fill me, he rose to his feet, pulled me closer by the waist, and with a kiss to my forehead, he whispered a command I didn’t want to refuse.“Get on the bed, I want you on all fours….and let me see that pussy I just ate…don’t hide my meal from me,” he groaned, as if he remembered what happened moments ago. I gulp again, his cock still clothed by his briefs, still very erect, very hard, and digging into my stomach.He smacks my ass again, but this time, it’s a bit harsher….However, I don’t dislike it. Instead, I find myself moan

ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.Wren shows up exactly eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds after, her steps stomping in anger with a groan until she stops right in front of me. “Nice….record time,” I remark with a smirk.“Okay, Antov, you little…I mean, perfectly handsome man….what the hell do you want?” she hissed, her hoodie looking all lopsided as if she put it on in a rush. For a moment, I did the one thing I catch myself doing at odd intervals every day.I stare at her….her hair, her lips, her perfect but slightly crooked nose….I just stare. The thing that both deeply annoys, unsettles, and intrigues me about Wren is the fact that she isn’t like other girls.And I know that sounds cliché…but it's true.Every girl at school wants me, has thrown herself in my face in hopes that I would spare them a glance, but Wren….she wants absolutely nothing to do with me. And as much as I claimed not to ever want their attention, it feels like an unbending headache that she doesn’t even spare me a gl

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW. Looking over my appearance once more, I spritz on some of the perfume Kiirll got me a day ago, grab my Birkin, and rush out of the room. Kiirl wasn’t home, he’d left for an impromptu business trip for a week now and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, so I had to stomach the sneers and glares of his sister, Cassia, every time I passed by her. I swear, if she could kill me with one glare, she would without hesitation, but I tried to ignore it and kept pushing. “Aww, leaving for college, murderer.” I heard her hiss the second I left my room. We were still in the apartment, and the huge space felt like every time I had to face her. “Good morning to you, too, Cassia.” My voice was flat as I avoided her gaze and moved out of her way. Ionstead, she made sure to stand right in my line of vision, her grey eyes resembling those of my husband boring holes in my mind as her eyes ran me over as if I were no less than the gum under her shoe. “Well…you still won't talk, m

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.Something’s wrong.Call me paranoid, but the moment I set foot into our apartment, I knew something was fucking wrong. Maybe it was the air, or the walls, but everything seemed out of place and fake….almost as if there had been a switch. “Cassia…..Summer?” I called as I undid my tie with one hand, throwing it on one of the couches without sparing it a glance. Pouring myself a glass of scotch, I took a sip and headed to our bedroom. I hadn’t realised it, but spending so much time away from my wife had me missing her.Everything at the hotel reminded me of Summer… the walls, the smell of jasmine….everything. “Honey.” I heard someone call…..the voice sounded….pitchy and fake. My face scrunched in a frown, the glass freezing before it got to my lips as I walked into our bedroom.Summer stood right in front of me, her lips pulled in a smile that felt too… artificial. She was dressed in one of the raw silk dresses I had bought her, sobbed with real emerald threads