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Maisie ~My breath caught, breaking into soft, uneven gasps. It wasn’t because of what he was about doing— though that alone was enough to steal the air from my lungs— but because of what this meant. Who he was. Who I was supposed to be marrying.Hunter's hands found my hips, gripping firmly. He tilted my pelvis forward until the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, then he slipped in slightly. The stretch sent a jolt through my core and I gasped.He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and I knew...I knew what he was savoring; it wasn’t just the feeling of being inside me, but the knowledge of who I belonged to. His brother's fiancée, spread out on his desk… willingly.He pulled back, then pushed in again, slower this time, gentler, giving me time to adjust to his size. Every inch of him slid deeper, stretching me until I was sure I couldn't take more...but he he kept going.A guttural sound escaped his throat when he was fully inside now. He felt my walls clench

Alistair ~~I stared at the message again and again, but the words didn’t change, and no matter how many times I blinked, they remained the same cruel truth.From nine p.m. to eight a.m., her phone was dead, and her last known location was Hunter’s building. Eleven hours… my fiancée had spent eleven hours with my brother?My jaw tightened until my teeth ached, and the phone screen blurred before my eyes. When it cleared, I realized my hands were shaking.I wanted to confront her right there, to grab her shoulders and demand the truth, to ask if she had been with him, if she had slept with him, if she had spent the night in my brother’s bed while I lay awake wondering where she was.The questions burned in my throat desperately like acid. But Hunter…I knew my brother better than anyone, better than our parents, and I knew what he was capable of. I knew how his mind worked sometimes.This was exactly his style; plant evidence, create doubt, let the poison work while he sat back and wa

Maisie ~Chloe had asked me where I went at least ten times now. She knew Alistair was lying about us being together. Anyone with eyes could see that.Despite her questions, I couldn't stop thinking about what Alistair said— moving into the Grimshaw mansion tonight. Not tomorrow, not next week… tonight.Once Mrs. Grimshaw got involved, there was no escape because my parents would agree to anything she wanted. They'd proven that already."Maisie." Chloe's voice cut through my thoughts again.I finally sat down and looked at her."I was at Hunter's."Her eyebrows shot up inquisitively and I went on to explain why I went; the fight with Alistair, seeing Devyne in his office, and the way he’d acted around her like she was his fiancée while I was just… some stranger.I expected Chloe to start cussing Alistair out, because that was practically her role at this point, but instead, she just stared at me like she was trying to piece something together."Hunter's?" She lowered her voice. "Don't

Maisie~I barely slept, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alistair’s scar and heard the things he had told me about Hunter, and the question kept circling in my mind without rest; why would he try to kill his own brother, and what could have happened between them to turn something that dark?By the time the morning light slipped through the curtains, I had already given up on sleep entirely. I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower, went through the motions of getting ready, and left the room.When I reached the living room, Mrs. Grimshaw was already seated, a cup of tea in her hands, her smile already in place."Good morning, dear." She said warmly.I forced the word out of my throat. "Good morning, Mom.""How did you sleep?""Well... I slept well." I lied.She smiled and gestured to the chair across from her. "Come. Sit. Breakfast will be ready soon."I moved to sit, my gaze drifting around the room "What of Mr. Grimshaw?" I asked."He went on a business trip. He'll be ba

I couldn't believe Hunter had left a mark on me.My mind raced, scrambling for a lie, for anything that would make this moment disappear, but before I could form the words, Alistair’s gaze dropped to my neck, and I saw the exact second his expression changed.He stepped toward me, closing the distance, intending to get a better look.I raised my palm to cover the spot, my hand pressing against my skin like I could hide what had already been seen."It’s a mosquito bite," I muttered, my hand not leaving my neck.“A mosquito bite?” Devyne repeated, disbelief dripping from her voice. “You—”"Sorry for the wait," I cut her off, forcing the words out.She rolled her eyes before turning to Alistair. "Probably a mosquito bite… like she claims."Sarcasm coated her words. She didn't bother looking at me, but Alistair's eyes were still fixed on my neck. Seeing that he wasn't paying her any attention, she reached up and touched his cheek."Let's continue with the ride," she said softly now. "Once