All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Always.

MICHELLE’S POV. I went back to my room and shut the door quietly behind me, wondering what just happened. I wasn’t this mad when Damien cheated on me, so why do I feel this way?All I can say is she was lucky she walked out with only a busted nose—and that was just me holding back. I sat on the bed and stared at the wall. I tried to sleep. I really did. I closed my eyes, turned to the side, pulled the blanket up to my chin. Nothing worked.My mind refused to rest.Who the hell does she think she is? She's just an ex, yet she acts like she owns the mansion. I'm still shocked that Kieran allowed her to walk out alive. I've never met someone as crazy and delusional as her. Fuck knows what her presence has done to Kieran. I turned over with a groan and sat up. It wasn't my business, but I couldn't sleep knowing that Kieran was probably breaking in the next room. “Sleep is cancelled,” I muttered.I slipped out of my room and walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of ice crea

Enjoyed it anyways

Kieran's pov. I was drunk — but not drunk enough to lose control. I should have moved away when Michelle kissed me. I knew she was drunk and had no idea of what she was doing. I should have been the bigger person and moved away, but I couldn't. Instead I deepened the kiss. Her lips felt warm and soft against mine, pulling him in. All the anger, resentment, controlled attitude I had maintained all throughout the years disappeared into thin air. I pulled her closer, my hands gripping her waist hard. She was drunk, but the way she pressed into me showed she wanted this bad. She pulled away slowly, staring into my eyes with those glassy, tempting eyes. It was like they were telling me to ruin her. And I was going to do just that. I kissed her again, slow and deep, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She moaned low, the sound vibrating through me, making my cock twitch and harden in my pants.Michelle shifted on my lap, grinding her hips down. The friction against my bulge sent sparks

The fallout

Michelle’s POV. “You had sex with Kieran!” Lana shouted, her mouth wide open in shock. I grabbed her wrist and hissed, “Are you mad? Keep your voice down.”“You had sex with Kieran,” she whispered, but her voice was still loud. “Keep…” She cut me off. “Like, you had sex with Kieran… Kieran Castellan?”“Kieran had sex with you?” Mira asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “Please,” I whispered, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening to our conversation. “We shouldn't be talking about this now.”Lana scoffed. “Why? There’s no one here.”I looked around again. She was right — the place was almost empty. Still, I still don't want to discuss that in an open space. “It doesn't matter,” I snapped. “You should keep your mouth shut. We’re still in the company premises.”She rolled her eyes. “Michelle, this is the parking lot.”I unlocked the car and climbed in. My hands were shaking as I slammed the door shut. Lana followed, still smiling like she’d just heard

A woman who refuse to lose.

Author’s POV. Soft music played from a speaker hidden somewhere in the large bathroom. Steam filled the air, curling around the mirrors and blurring the lights.A woman lay in a wide white bathtub, her head resting against the edge, one arm hanging loose, a glass of red wine balanced carefully in her hand.She was whistling, slowly. Almost happy like she had just won an award. The bathroom door opened and her mother walked in, folding her hands under her breasts. “Looks like today was a wonderful day for you,” her mother smiled, taking a step closer. “What's the special occasion?”The woman smiled to herself and took a sip of her wine. “I’m in a good mood.”“What’s so good that it made you whistle like a bird?”The woman let out a soft laugh. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling.“Kieran and Michelle had sex.”There was a short pause before her mother shouted. “What!!”The woman turned her head slightly. “And you are here whistling?” She frowned. “Shouldn't you be bo

What it looks like.

Michelle’s POV. Damien and I sat quietly in the café shop near the club. I kept gulping down the bottle of water to avoid the awkward tension growing between us. I tried to ditch him, but he insisted on staying till I was sober enough to move alone. “Why are you drinking yourself like that?” he suddenly asked. I almost choked on the water. He moved forward, handing me a handkerchief, but I declined politely. Anger flashed in his eyes but was quickly replaced by a smile. “You should slow down on the water.”Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious. “So what were you looking for in a club?” He asked again. “You don't look like the club type.”Says the man who never wanted to be seen with me. “What do you mean?” I frowned. “Do clubs have a particular type?”“That's not what I mean,” he defended. “I just… I never thought you were the drinking type,” he said. “You never were.”I looked away. “People change.”He shook his head. “Not like this.”I scoffed. “You don’t know me anymore, Dam

The elephant in the room.

Michelle’s POV. I sat in my office, face buried in my hands, thinking about all the recent activities that happened recently. I haven’t recovered from the little sex episode with Kieran, and I don’t clearly remember the details. Now he caught me with Damien. What the hell is wrong with me?I groaned, trying to focus on anything but yesterday or the day before that. After almost an hour of pretending to work, Mira walked into my office.“Michelle.”I looked up quickly. “Yes?”“Kieran wants to see you.”My heart dropped to my stomach. “Oh,” I said softly. “Now?”“Yes. Now.”I nodded. “Okay.”She stood there for a second like she wanted to say something more. Then she turned and left.I sat there for a few seconds after she left. I had successfully dodged Kieran yesterday — even though I had a thousand things to say to him for letting fall into the mud. But looks like fate decided it was time to deal it. I stood up slowly and walked to his office. Each step felt like I was walking

A perfect cover.

Kieran’s POV. I punched the heavy bag as hard as I could, my fists slamming against the leather over and over. My anger throbbed in every muscle of my body. Yesterday was still fresh in my mind. Michelle… kissing Damien right in front of me. I had kept my cool, acted like I didn’t care, but inside, I wanted to tear Damien apart.Adrian walked into the gym. My expression hardened. I knew my day was about to get worse. “You look like someone might think you’re punching your ex,” he said casually, leaning against the doorway with a smirk.I stopped mid-punch and grabbed my water bottle, gulping down a long drink. Adrian’s eyes flicked to my hands.“You’re bleeding,” he said, his voice calm but curious. “How did you injure yourself?”I tightened my fists without answering. I didn’t need anyone knowing how close I was to losing control yesterday.I had broken the glass in my hands in anger, but Michelle was too busy apologizing to notice. Which was a good thing on my path. She was jus

Three days in the city of love.

Michelle’s POV. “I really wish you were here with me,” I said into the phone as I rolled my bag out of the airport.Lana laughed loudly on the other end. “Trust me, I wanted to come too. But I have something important to attend to. You know I would never miss Paris for anything small.”I sighed, looking around at the busy airport. “It feels strange without you.”“I know,” she said softly. “But you’ll survive. You have Kieran.”Kieran. Yeah, the last man I wanted to see right now. At that moment, Kieran called my name from a few steps away. He was standing straight, looking calm and serious as always.I covered the phone. “Give me a moment,” I whispered to him.He nodded once and turned back to the guards. “I have to go soon,” I told Lana.“Wait!” she said quickly. “You must try out all the clubs I told you about.”“Clubs?” I laughed.“Yes! I know so many of them. Private ones. And guess what? None of them are owned by Kieran so you don't have to be scared. You should mark your scen

Acting like love.

Michelle’s POV. The next morning, I woke up to soft light coming through the curtains. My lips curled into a faint smile as I admired the soft glow of Paris but that ended almost quickly. My life was a mess. Why can't I just enjoy this great opportunity? I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. A knock came on the door.“Michelle,” Kieran’s voice said calmly. “We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”I sat up quickly. “Leaving for where?”“Shopping.”Of course. The show must begin. I got dressed and we went to a luxury shop. Of course, the crew were already there, blending into the crowd. They didn't want the videos to be seen as acting. So they had to act like paparazzis or something. A woman walked up to us. “Welcome. We have been expecting you.”Kieran placed his hand on my waist.I almost jumped.“Pick whatever you like,” he said softly.I forced a smile. “Whatever I like?”Like a knife to drive it straight into that camera in my face. “Yes. You’re my wife. You deserve the best

A deadly course.

KIERAN'S POV.I only agreed to this public figure nonsense cause I wanted to focus freely on chasing the lead. I don't need proof or a seer to tell me that Paul had placed someone somewhere to give him a report about my activities in Paris. After Tami's arrest, I couldn't help but notice how extra vigilant he became. And he also became an asshole. While the crew were taking our pictures, I was secretly communicating with the people following up with the lead. And this invitation was another great opportunity to communicate without any interference. Madame Silver was one of my major art buyers. She bought almost every piece from me, and she helped in expanding that art business in Paris. We talked a few times, strictly about business and that was it. My acceptance of this invitation must have been a shock for her. Michelle went through all the clothes we bought earlier. Honestly, I have never seen her that anxious to pick a fucking dress.I had nothing to do, so I watched her almo

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