All Chapters of CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

MyraI received a phone call. Not from someone I knew. Not from a number I recognized. Just a random string of digits that flashed across my screen while I was sitting cross-legged on my new bed in Zyran's guest room, flipping through a book Elena had left about the estate's gardens.I almost didn't pick up.I don't know why I did."Hello?"Silence. Not empty silence. The kind of silence where someone is there, breathing, choosing not to speak. The kind of silence that has weight to it."Hello?" I said again, my voice a little sharper this time.Then I heard it. Just barely. A laugh. Low and quiet, almost amused, like whatever was happening on the other end was genuinely funny to him.The line went dead.I stared at my phone for a long time after that, the screen going dark and then lighting up again with my own reflection staring back at me. My face looked pale. Smaller somehow than it had that morning.I told myself it was nothing. A wrong number. A prank. Someone who had the wrong

CHAPTER TWELVE

Myra The boutique was the kind of place that felt like it cost money just to breathe the air inside it.Everything was cream and gold and soft lighting that made even the mannequins look like they were glowing. There were exactly three dresses on display in the entire front room, each one positioned on its own platform like a piece of art in a museum. Classical music played so quietly you almost couldn't hear it, just a murmur underneath everything else. The woman who'd greeted us at the door—Claudette, she'd said, with a French accent that may or may not have been real—had looked at my mother and me like we were visiting dignitaries.I guess in a way, we actually were. The Rossi name opened doors. It always had. Even the most terrifying doors too. "Myra, darling, stand up straight," my mother said gently, adjusting the collar of my coat even though it didn't need adjusting. She'd been fussing over me since we left the house, smoothing my hair, checking my makeup, making sure I look

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MYRA The video call connected with that weird little chime it always made, and suddenly my laptop screen was split into four squares—Arabella in the top left, already holding a wine glass even though it was barely seven PM, Zoe in the top right with what looked like a face mask on, and Chloe at the bottom, sprawled across her bed with her cat."There she is," Arabella announced, raising her glass. "The bride-to-be. Five days until you become Mrs. Robot.""Don't call him that," I said, even though I'd called him worse in my own head."Why not? Is he suddenly developing a personality?" Zoe asked, peeling off part of her face mask. "Has he, I don't know, smiled? Blinked? Shown any sign of human emotion whatsoever?"I pulled my knees up to my chest, adjusting my laptop so they could see me better. I was in my pajamas already, hair piled on top of my head in a messy bun, makeup scrubbed off. This was the only place I got to look like this anymore—everyone else got the polished, put-togeth

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Zyran I shouldn't have come here myself.That was my first thought I had as I pulled up to the Rossi estate, the early morning sun barely over the horizon. I should have sent Marcus. I should have had Elena call. I should have done literally anything except drive over here at six in the morning with Luca's documents sitting on my passenger seat like they were important enough to warrant a personal delivery.They weren't. Luca wouldn't even be awake for another two hours.But I'd been awake. I'd been awake since three, sitting in my office, staring at papers I wasn't reading, and the documents had been sitting there on my desk like an accusation. Like a reminder. Like an excuse.So here I was.The gates opened when I pulled up, the guards recognized my car, waved me through without question. I parked in the circular drive and sat there for a moment, hands still on the steering wheel, wondering what the hell I was doing.You're dropping off documents, I told myself. That's all. In and o

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Zyran I made it exactly as far as my bedroom before I gave up pretending I had any control left.The drive back from the Rossi estate had been torture. Every red light, every stop sign, every slow driver in front of me—all of it just prolonged the inevitable. My hands had gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white, and I'd spent the entire twenty minutes trying to think about anything other than Myra rising out of that pool with water streaming down her body.It didn't work.Nothing worked.By the time I pulled into my driveway, parked the car, and walked through my front door, I was wound so tight I thought I might actually break. Elena called out a greeting from somewhere in the house but I ignored her, taking the stairs two at a time, heading straight for my room.I shut the door behind me. Locked it. Leaned against it for a second with my eyes closed, trying to breathe.The image of her was burned into my brain. The way that black swimsuit had clung to every curve

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

One second I was standing in my office, phone pressed to my ear, listening to Myra agree to let some stripper put his hands on her. The next I was in my car, engine roaring to life, tearing out of my driveway like the devil himself was chasing me.Except the devil wasn't chasing me. I was chasing something else entirely.Her.The thought of another man touching her had wiped every rational thought from my brain. Every carefully constructed reason for keeping my distance, every promise I'd made to Luca, every argument about why this was just business—all of it gone. If anyone was going to touch her, it was going to be me.Me and no one else.I didn't care if this was a contract. I didn't care if it was temporary. I didn't care if I was supposed to be keeping my distance and playing the role of disinterested protector.She was mine.In two days she'd have my ring on her finger and my name attached to hers and that meant something, contract or not. That meant she didn't get to go to str

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ~~

ZYRAN"Punished?" She swallowed hard. "What are you—"I didn't give her time to finish. I crossed the distance between us in two strides, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over to the armchair near the window. I sat down and before she could process what was happening, I pulled her down across my lap.She gasped, her hands flying out to brace herself against the floor. "Zyran, what the hell—""You wanted my attention?" I said, placing one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place. "You have it now.""This is insane,""This is what happens when you act like a child." I pushed her dress up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs, the curve of her ass barely covered by black lace. "You get treated like one.""Zyran, don't you dare—"I brought my hand down on her ass. Hard.The sound of the impact echoed in the quiet room, and Myra let out a shocked yelp."What was that?" I asked calmly, like I hadn't just spanked her. Like my palm wasn't stinging from the contact. "I didn't qui

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MYRAToday was the day.I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing the dress I'd picked out weeks ago—the one Zyran had helped me with. It looked even more beautiful now than it had in the boutique. The fabric fell perfectly, the beading caught the light just right, and my hair was styled in soft waves that my mother had insisted on, which actually made me look far more presentable. I looked like a bride, an actual bride. I felt like I was going to throw up."Myra, sweetheart, you look absolutely stunning." My mother appeared behind me in the mirror, her eyes already watery with tears she was trying to hold back. "I can't believe this is happening. My baby girl, getting married."I forced a smile. "Yeah. Can't believe it either."She squeezed my shoulders gently. "I know this isn't a traditional love story. I know this wasn't how you imagined your wedding day. But Zyran is a good man, and he's going to take care of you. That's what matters."If only she knew. If only she knew that "t

CHAPTER NINETEEN

MYRA. But everyone was watching. Waiting.I looked at Zyran, at this man who'd been watching me for years without my knowledge, who'd agreed to marry me for reasons I still didn't fully understand, who'd spanked me two nights ago and then brought me breakfast the next morning."I don't know what to promise you," I said honestly. "I don't know what you want from me beyond what's written in our contract. But I can promise you this: I'll try. I'll try to make this work. I'll try to be what you need me to be. And I'll try not to run, even when every instinct tells me to."Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise, maybe. Or something else."That's enough," he said quietly.The officiant continued with the standard language. The legal parts. The parts that actually mattered in terms of making this official."Do you, Zyran Theon, take Myra Rossi to be your lawfully wedded wife?""I do.""And do you, Myra Rossi, take Zyran Theon to be your lawfully wedded husband?"This was it. The moment. T

CHAPTER TWENTY

Zyran The reception was in full swing by the time we made it inside.Music playing, people drinking, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air like background noise I couldn't quite tune out. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone except me.I was sitting at one of the tables with the Kingsmen — Nikolai was to my left, drinking a whiskey and looking bored as always. Enzo was across from me, already three drinks in and getting louder with each one. Viktor, my father, was at the head of the table, watching everything with that calculating expression he always wore. And Luca was beside him, trying very hard not to look at me and then Cristain, who was wearing a very smug grin, I wanted to smack off his face. "So," Enzo said, leaning back in his chair with a grin that was all teeth and no warmth. "Zyran Theon. Married. Never thought I'd see the day.""Neither did I," Cristain muttered into his drink."What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, not really caring but

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