All Chapters of After Divorce, I Married My Ex-Husband's Step-Brother.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ten days ago, my world ended. It started when I was delivered a sheaf of papers on my birthday.In the middle of the party, my husband, Eden Cole, had walked up to me with his usual loveless expression that I had tried so hard to change over the years.He reached out and gave me the papers, his mouth curling upwards.“I know that you aren't happy in this marriage, are you, Laura?” He asked, his voice mocking. He was loud enough to draw the attention of the guests, embarrassing me with their apathetic gazes.“What do you mean?” I'd asked, lost for words and not understanding what was going on.“I mean that it's time that this farce of a marriage came to an end.”“What?”“Here,” he flung the papers at me, watching as they settled around my feet. “The court hearing is in ten days. Happy birthday, useless woman.”And so began the beginning of the end. It was all so sudden and unexpected that I had to scramble to respond.I had found Eden cheating months ago on our marital bed. I'd been h

“Get down!”Strong hands suddenly wrapped around me and pushed me to the ground. More gunshots echoed around us, and a gravestone next to me shattered to pieces as a bullet destroyed it.“W-What’s going on!?”Mavros, who was shielding me with his body, ignored my question. He rolled us towards a group of stones and hid us behind it, and for a moment the rain of bullets stopped.It was then that I noticed that my arm was bleeding.“Stay still,” Mavros said, but I wasn’t listening. I was staring at the garish injury on my biceps. It wasn’t deep, but it wept red with blood that soaked into my dress. When I didn’t say anything for several moments, Mavros glanced at me and saw the wound.“You’re bleeding,” he said, and immediately tore a piece from his dress shirt.“W-What are you doing?” I gasped as he grabbed my arm and wrapped the piece tightly around it, soaking it with my blood.“You’ll need to run soon, and you can’t do that while you’re bleeding.”I stared at him as he applied the

Mavros POV:When Mavros left his house that morning, he had gone with two goals in mind; to visit his mother's grave, and ask for Laura Hayes’s hand in marriage.Somehow, asking for her hand in marriage has somehow developed into fucking her into the couch. Mavros wasn't complaining, however; sex with Laura Hayes might just be the best he'd ever had.Mavros Blackwood wasn't a man who slept around too much. He had the occasional woman in his bed, of course, but he never indulged to excess.He was born a bastard child of a Senator; he had no interest in creating even more bastards.Still, even with all his experience, nothing prepared him for how sex with Laura Hayes would feel like.They fucked on the couch. Then, after that was done, they took it to the bedroom and fucked again.And now here they were, in his bathroom, rutting like animals once more.“Ah, ah, ahhh,” Laura moaned as he pounded her against the glass wall of his shower cubicle, water from the shower head streaming down a

“You'll be leaving by plane tomorrow, so you should get prepared.” Mavros announced after we shook hands.“Will you be coming with me?” I asked.He shook his head. “No, I won't. It'll be too suspicious. I don't want the Coles to suspect a connection between the both of us just yet.”I frowned at that.“Then how are we going to coordinate? Can't you make up an excuse, like a business trip or something?”“It will still look suspicious, Laura. The Coles, Eleanor especially, aren't stupid. Anyone who walks with death like her will always be cautious.”“Oh. Okay.”I couldn't fully suppress the disappointment in my voice. God, what was wrong with me?Mavros nodded. “I'll see you later, Laura. You should rest.” As he turned to leave the bedroom, I stopped him with a hand on his wrist.“Wait. Before I leave tomorrow, I need to get my things.”Mavros frowned at me, glancing over his shoulder.“What do you mean, get your things?”“My luggage at the house I shared with Eden,” I admitted, blushin

“What is the meaning of this?” Eleanor Cole barked. “What are you doing here? You aren’t welcome here!” I smiled as I walked up to the house, not saying anything. Eleanor Cole was still beautiful and elegant, even in her fifties; she looked younger than her years, with mostly black hair lined with streaks of white. She was dress in a white sequin gown with slashes of yellow-gold, a color that reflected the champagne she held in her long fingers. “Hello, Grandmother,” I greeted as I reached the top of the steps. David stood behind me, not saying anything. “Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Eleanor sneered. “No matter how much you beg, my son will never take you back, you whore.” “A whore!?” I echoed, flabbergasted. “Why am I the whore, when I have only ever been a faithful wife? If anyone is a whore here, it’s his new wife.” “Mind your tongue,” Eleanor snarled. My stomach fell. Why was she so antagonistic towards me? The door to the house was pushed open again, revealing the gues