All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

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The gate.

MICHELLE’S POV. “Yay!” They shouted as they popped open the champagne. Adrian held the bottle out as the content as it flowed out. The air was thick with celebration. And for once — genuinely— I felt like I had accomplished something important with my life. I didn’t believe that I'd be the one to end Damien. I always thought Kieran would have been the one. I always thought someone was going to come and save me. But I did it. I did it. I actually and completely ruined Damien. Not only was he asked to leave the group, he was asked to leave the mansion. There was nothing left to fight, I've gotten my revenge. I smiled, holding out my glass to Adrian. “Thank you,” I muttered as he poured the wine into my glass. He clears his throat and sets the bottle on the table. He picked up his glass and raised it in the air. “It's time everyone,” he turned to me. “Cheers to Michelle for handing this like a pro. Cheers to Michelle for destroying Damien.” “She left no crumbs,” Mira shouted, excit

I can't love you in the dark.

Michelle's pov.I pulled back.I don't know why I did it. My body did it before my brain could argue. My legs just moved backwards. He went completely still. Confused. I stared at him like he had just turned into a demon. “Michelle—”“I need a second,” I said, turning away.I walked back inside. He followed. I didn’t need to look back to know he was right behind me. I could feel him. That suffocating presence trailing behind me like a shadow that had decided to become solid.I didn’t stop till I got to my room. The guilt hit me first.‘This is a contract.” I reminded myself. “You are leaving in a few days. He doesn't do attachments. You don't do attachments. This is the worst idea you've ever had and you've had catastrophically bad ideas.”He stopped behind me. Close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him.“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn't have—”“It's not your fault,” I said. My throat dry. This wasn't his fault. I was the problem. I shouldn’t have kissed La

Elephant in the room.

AUTHOR’S POV. Lana sat in her room casually going through a fashion magazine, unbothered about the celebration going on in the mansion. She hummed softly, sipping her wine as she flipped the pages, her toes shaking to the rhythm of her hum. She was in her own little heaven — quiet, peaceful, and inspiring evening. Until the door opened and someone walked in. She groaned, but her gaze remained on the magazine. “I didn't know lingerie was the new fashion for nine year old kids,” Mira sneered. “Hm,” Lana shrugged, still unbothered. She flipped to the next page. “Red is a bold color, isn't it?” “You should have left when you had the chance,” Mira growled, taking a slow step forward. Her fists clenched, veins rising and stretching beneath her skin like they might snap. Lana slapped the book shut. Then slowly turned to Mira. “So you've decided to attend to the elephant in the room?” “I never bought the whole memory thing,” Mira revealed. “I knew you were pretending.” Lana nodded,

Too good deny.

Michelle's POV.A hot breath hit the back of my neck and I woke up immediately.I already knew before I looked.I looked anyway. Slowly.Kieran was right behind me. Our body laid skin to skin. His hand wrapped tightly around my chest, cupping my boobs in place, his face so close to my back that I was sure any sudden movement would wake him up. And I didn't want that. Not with what happened last night. The guilt crashed all at once. Last night's event replayed in pieces and I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. I slept with Kieran. I actually slept with Kieran. Again. But I was conscious this time. How did it happen? How did I let my dignity and pride down so quickly with just a little kiss? Fuck, Michelle. You screw up big time. The drinks. It was the drinks. That was my story and I was keeping it.He shifted in his sleep, his arm tightening around my boobs like I was something he was trying to hold onto. I finally got the courage to look at his face. I'd never seen him like

Mine to claim.

KIERAN'S POV. The moment I shut the door behind me, I almost screamed. I would've if Michelle wasn't in the next room. Memories of last night kept resurfacing. Uninvited. Not the sex part though. That part was good as always. It was the fact that I let down my guard in front of her. I've never told anyone about my dark psychologic desires. Even Adrian didn't. But I told her everything. And what was with the compliment? I mean, she was beautiful, and hell her pussy wrapped around my cock perfectly. It almost went for a second round. But compliment? Hell no. I don't give compliments for anything. I don't talk while screwing a lady. I make them do the talking, the begging, the screaming. Last night wasn't me. I wasn't sure I knew what “me” was right now. All I could think of was claiming Michelle over and over again. Yeah, Michelle was the only thing I could think of right now. And I don't deny the feeling. Why should I? She belonged to me. She was my claim. My prize. I look

Seven days.

MICHELLE'S POV. I rushed to the shower, letting the water wash over me. Guilt colliding with pleasure. Part of me still regretted it— it felt like a one night stand, only with the same person again. And the other part of me liked it. Why wouldn't I like it?The hot water rushing down on my body didn't help at all. Instead, it increased the heat in me.I shook my head, and quickly rushed out of the shower. And quickly got ready. My mother was coming back to the country after a year. I was going to finally touch her, feel her, and most importantly tell her about how I destroyed Damien and how I saved Kieran's ass. I had just finished applying my makeup when my eyes landed on my sketch book, lying lazily on the table. I debated within me. I didn't want to touch the book. But I couldn't forget what Kieran said about it. The potrait hanging in his secret room was more than enough — shamefully enough. It wasn't his fault though. I should've learnt my lesson after seeing the potrait

A game of Gods and devils.

KIERAN'S POV. I sat quietly, my back pushed against the chair, taking in the fear of the board members standing in front of me with pure ecstasyecstasy. I could see them trembling as Mira read through the files— a well written documents of everything each of them said in the meeting with the lawyer. My eyes swept through the crowd, thinking of the perfect way to torture them without leaving a mark. I wanted to become their living nightmare, but not terrifyingly enough to make them end their lives. I wanted them to live to their fullest, expressing the consequences of crossing me. Mira finished reading the documents and looked up. “Do any of you've something to say? To add? Defend your cause?”No one moved. Smart move they have done in a while. “Okay,” Mira breathed, closing the documents. Then she turned to me. “That's all, sir.”I stood. Most of them flinched, their hands trembling in fear. They didn't even bother to hide it. I slowly moved around the room, each step slow, ca

The devil revealed.

AUTHOR'S POV. Paul was furious.He had been pacing the length of the room for the last ten minutes, his footsteps sharp and heavy against the floor. His hands kept moving, gesturing, cutting through the air like he was trying to fight an invisible enemy.Damien sat in his chair and sipped his tea.“You're an idiot,” Paul snapped, stopping in front of him. “You know that? A complete, total idiot.”Damien took another sip.“She won.” Paul's voice cracked at the edges. "That woman won. And not only did she take back the position, she took the money. She took the mansion. Everything. Everything we had and you just sat there and let it happen.”Damien said nothing. He looked at the steam rising from his cup.“Are you even listening to me?” Paul barked.Damien turned the cup slowly in his hands.Paul moved closer, his voice dropping into something raw and shaking. “Kieran has already gotten to the board members. They're scared of him now. You've seen it. You know it. There is no going bac

Don't stare.

Michelle's pov. My mother wouldn't let me stay with her in the hotel, so I had to return to the mansion. For the first time since I moved in, I didn't feel like anyone was watching me. I felt somewhat relieved. As soon as I stopped into the mansion, the chef walked up to me with a bright smile on his lips like he had just won the lottery. “Miss,” he ducked his head slightly, his hands clasped in his front. “What would you like to have for dinner?”“Dinner?” I repeated like it was a strange word. He nodded. “I don't know,” I shrugged. “What do we usually have on a Saturday?” “Whatever the master say.”Master? Since when did I become a master? And why the hell was he asking me what I wanted for dinner? He never asked. I always ate what I was given. He saw the confusion in my face. “Well, that whore,” he paused, with a faint laugh. “Forgive my language. I meant Sarah.”“Oh, no,” I waved it off. “I don't mind. In fact, I think that name suits her better.”He nodded. “You can never

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