Todos os capítulos de CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

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

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

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

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

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