All Chapters of MY FORBIDDEN NIGHTS WITH THE DEVERAUX BROTHERS (18+): Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

CHAPTER 1. MILLYI am on the precipice of greatness. Or, at least, that’s what I tell myself as my fingers blur across the keyboard.This is it. The climax. The moment I have been bleeding for, sweating for, and crying over for the last eight months. Joy is an understatement to describe the electric current surging through my veins right now; I am manic. My eyes feel wide, unblinking, burning with the dry heat of staring at a screen for six hours straight. My creative energy isn’t just flowing; it is buzzing, a raging, overflowing river that threatens to drown me if I don’t get these words out now.Clickety-clack-click.The sound of the keys is a machine-gun rhythm in the silence of my room. My head sparks with synapses firing faster than I can track. My mind is beautiful chaos. I am in the middle of the most critical scene of the year’s biggest project—the novel that will define me. This is the big break. This is the dream I have been fighting for since I was a little girl scrawling

CHAPTER 3. MILLYThe morning does not arrive with the gentle grace of a sunrise; it strikes like a serrated blade.The sharp, grating screech of my alarm slices through the thin veil of my sleep, forcing me to flinch. I jerk upright, a mistake I realize instantly as the movement sends a lightning bolt of agony through my temples. My vision swims. My hand fumbles blindly across the nightstand, slapping the plastic casing of the clock until the noise finally dies.In the sudden, heavy silence, the only sound is my own ragged breathing.I groan and slump back against the mattress, my head sinking into the pillow, but there is no relief. My skull feels like it’s being crushed in a hydraulic press. A massive, rhythmic throb pulses behind my eyes, perfectly synced with the frantic beat of my heart. I stare up at the ceiling, watching the dust motes dance in a shaft of morning light that feels far too bright, far too aggressive.I want to crawl under the duvet and stay there until the year 2

CHAPTER 5. MILLYDarkness.My eyes are screwed shut, my lashes glued together by the sugary, sticky substance that is currently coating my entire head.For a moment, the world narrows down to a single, overwhelming sensation: wet.I feel the warm liquid seeping through my hair, reaching my scalp in slow, invasive rivulets. It runs down my forehead, tracks through my eyebrows, and drips off the tip of my nose. It soaks into the heavy fabric of my favorite hoodie, turning it into a suffocating, sodden weight against my skin. The smell is overpowering—roasted beans, artificial hazelnut, and the cloying scent of humiliation.Shock paralyzes me. It holds me in a vice grip, freezing my muscles, stopping my breath in my throat.Oh my God. He did not just do that.My mind stutters, trying to reject the reality of the situation. This happens in movies. This happens in teen dramas written by people who have never set foot in a real high school. This does not happen to Milly Carter, the invisibl

CHAPTER 7. MILLYI feel the crushing weight of a choice that could destroy everything I have ever worked for.I stand there for what feels like eons, rooted to the spot while the world spins violently around me. The sun beats down on the back of my neck, baking the coffee into a sticky, suffocating shell against my skin. I am battling with the strong, overwhelming sensations in my chest—a volatile cocktail of shame, fury, and a terrifying sense of injustice. I grind my teeth so hard my jaw aches, the sound echoing in my own ears like cracking bone. I fold my arms tightly across my chest, digging my fingers into the sodden fabric of my hoodie, trying to hold myself together physically because emotionally, I am shattering.Riley is looking at me expectantly. She is scrutinizing me with that wide-eyed, worried expression, searching my face for a crack in the armor, waiting for me to say something rational. Waiting for me to agree that I should roll over and play dead.I don't even know w