Todos los capítulos de CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

ZYRAN. "What do you want, Cristian?""Oh my goodness, is this the way a newly married man should talk?" He said it with such exaggerated offense that I almost rolled my eyes."I don't give a shit. Say what you want to say or leave me alone.""Wow, you seem to be in a bad mood." He studied me for a moment. "Let me guess. Is it because your morals are hindering you from doing what you most desperately want to do?"I went still."What are you on about now?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral."I see the way you look at her," he said simply. "You can fool anyone else, Zyran, but you can't fool me. You know that very well.""She's my wife. I'm supposed to look at her, right?""Hmm. I highly doubt that." He moved closer, lowering his voice even though there was no one around to hear us. "This whole wedding thing seems like a charade. A very elaborate, very public charade."I didn't respond. Didn't confirm or deny. Just waited to see where he was going with this."We both know how much Luca

I couldn't sleep.That wasn't unusual. Sleep had never been a priority. There was always work to do, plans to make, problems to solve.But tonight was different. Tonight I couldn't sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Myra in her wedding dress, looking at me like she was waiting for something I couldn't give her. Myra standing in my doorway last night in those thin pajamas, asking me what we were supposed to do now. Myra walking away with that look on her face, hurt and confused and trying to hide it.I'd hurt her. I knew that. I'd seen it in her eyes when I told her to go back to her room, when I dismissed her like she was an inconvenience instead of my wife.But what else was I supposed to do? Let her stay? Pull her into my room and show her exactly what I'd been thinking about since the moment I saw her in that pool? That would have been a disaster. That would have been breaking every promise I'd made to Luca.So I'd sent her away. And now I was lying in my bed at

ZYRANIt was a challenge. A dare. And every part of me that wasn't still clinging to some sense of control wanted to accept it.I reached out and caught her wrist, my thumb finding her pulse point. It was racing, just like mine."You have no idea what you're asking for," I said."Then show me."We stood there, frozen in that moment, both of us barely breathing. Her eyes were locked on mine, waiting, challenging me to make a move.I wanted to. God, I wanted to.But if I did this, if I crossed this line—there would be no going back. No pretending this was just a contract. No maintaining the boundaries I'd promised Luca I'd keep.This would change everything."Myra," I said, her name coming out almost like a warning."I'm right here," she whispered. "I'm your wife. What are you so afraid of?"The truth? I was afraid of myself. Afraid of what I'd do once I stopped holding back. Afraid that if I touched her the way I wanted to, I'd never be able to let her go when the time came.I was afra

MINE, ONLY FUCKING MINE. MYRA."Myra Theon." The name still felt weird in my mouth. "I know who you are. Everyone does. The woman who married Zyran Theon." He leaned against the bar. "How's that going for you?"I took a long drink of my whiskey. "It's going."He laughed. "That good, huh?"I should walk away. Should make some excuse and go find Zyran and play my role as the devoted wife. But I was tired of playing roles. Tired of pretending. And this stranger with his easy smile and obvious interest was offering me something I desperately needed—the feeling of being wanted.Even if it was shallow. Even if it meant nothing."What gave it away?" I asked."The fact that you're over here alone while your husband is across the room not even looking at you." Adrian signaled the bartender for his own drink. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let you out of my sight."It was a line. Obviously a line. But it still felt good to hear."Well, I'm not yours," I said. "I'm his.""Are you though?" Adria

“IT WAS MY FAULT FOR THINKING THIS COULD WORK.”MYRA.I woke up alone.The sheets beside me were cold, like he'd been gone for a while. I sat up slowly, my body still humming with the memory of last night, and looked around the room.Zyran's room. But he wasn't here.I got up and padded to the bathroom, half expecting to find him in the shower or getting ready. Empty. I checked the closet. Some of his clothes were missing, like he'd packed in a hurry.A sick feeling settled in my stomach.I walked back into the bedroom and that's when I saw it—a piece of paper on the nightstand, folded once with my name written on it in his sharp, precise handwriting.I picked it up with shaking hands and unfolded it.Myra,I had to leave early for business in the city. I will be back in a few days. Call if you need anything.- ZThat was it. That was all he had to say after last night.Not "good morning." Not "about what happened." Not even a proper explanation of where he was going or why he had to