All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~SARA~Dawn comes too quickly.The burn of sun rays on my face and the smell of something delicious baking wakes me up from sleep.I stir and open my eyes slowly, every part of me melting in exhaustion.Everything hurts.My mouth.My throat.The part between my legs.Alex had the energy of a horse. A horse on aphrodisiacs, if you ask me.Three rounds.Three rounds of wildness and obscenity.Of bodies colliding. Of rough sounds. Of sweat, saliva, moans, and filthy words.He took me hard. Over and over. Finding places inside me I didn’t know existed and breaking me open there. And I—shamefully—I answered him every time, crying out, begging for more.I hate myself for it.I should feel disgusted.I should feel used.But my body doesn’t agree.Instead, a dangerous thought slips into my mind as last night replays itself.I arch slightly without meaning to.My hand drifts down, two fingers brushing where I’m still sore.When—“You’re awake.” A deep, gruff voice sounds from the door, and I j

~SARA~I stare at him, blinking. "Sir, I think," Sandra says to him, glancing at me. "The creative marketing department is doing just fine. Miss Jane is the best marketing agent I have. I don't think Mira and Kayla would be of much help.""Both my daughters have degrees in marketing." Mrs Catherine cuts in, her ever charming smile tugging on her lips. "I'm sure their expertise will help the department a lot."Alex scoffs. "Both your daughters didn't get that degree on their own. There was a lot of..."He tilts his head to a side, a slow, mocking grin spreading on his lips. "...Underground assistance.""Alex!" Mira snaps.Alex chuckles, looking away.Mira fumes, looking like she would drive a dagger to his chest."The point is sir," Sandra continues. "Miss Jane is more than capable of doing her job."She looks briefly to Mira and Kayla. "I'm sure Miss Mira and Kayla has a lot of input to give."Lies."But if there's one thing I've come to know in this industry." She adds. "It's that t

~SARA~Kraa.A bone cracks.Thud.My back slams against the railings.Snap.My head jerks sideways. Breath rips out of my lungs in sharp, brutal force, and my vision turns into a black, hazy mess.Alex’s arms wraps around me, tight.“Fuck, Sara!” he curses as we roll, thudding down the stairs in quick succession.Somewhere above us, something clatters. My handbag—and then—Wham!We land in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.Silence.Then it hits me.Pain.For one horrifying second, my life flashes before my eyes.My throat burns. My skin stings. Heat rushes through my body in waves and my muscles snags, barely feeling any motion.Beneath me, Alex stirs. He grunts. Low and pissed and then pushes softly, easing me onto the tiles. I lie on the floor, eyes wide, boring straight into the ceiling, unmoving.He rolls onto his side beside me and brushes a thumb along my cheek.“Sara."“Sara." he calls again.“Sara!”I jolt, suddenly feeling life rush back into me. My gaze flutters, then I

~SARA~The dining room behind me—at the other section of the hall—buzzes with activity as the servants set the cutlery on the table.I sit on the edge of a velvet couch, hands folded in my lap, eyes drifting aimlessly around the room.The whole place screams money. Velvet couches, a chandelier overhead, tall windows stretching from floor to ceiling.Just then, I hear footsteps approach from behind.I don’t bother to turn . The familiar steps of evil and mischief tells me all I need to know.Jason.“Sara.”I close my eyes and draw in a deep breath, snapping them open as I turn.He stands at the doorway that separates the sitting room from the rest of the hall.He’s wearing a white cotton T-shirt—the kind elites wear at golf clubs. His hands are tucked into matching trousers, and his ginger-brown hair—those strands I once gushed over—is left deliberately ruffled.My brows narrow. “What the hell do you want?”He chuckles softly and steps inside, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.“I

Senior Year... High School.Ten Years Ago.~SARA~Friendships are like wheels. Together, they flow seamlessly. Apart, they become a colossal disaster. And just like every other group of girl besties around the world, ours was forged on loyalty.A bond not signaled with words but somehow... felt.A group of girls bonded by love, sworn to be ride-or-die for one another.But like the darkest nights that are devoured with the rise of the sun, so too are the brightest of days engulfed by darkness at sunset.And on that day, as she beamed at me at the boarding affairs office, I never imagined that starting a friendship with this young, bubbly girl. A girl who seemed to have no care in the world, would lead to a horror that I would have to carry with me...For the rest of my days.Stamp!"You've been assigned to the diamond block," the boarding affairs manager says, stamping the documents.She slides them to me. "All necessities and wants of yours—except for personal items—will be taken car