All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 8

The next morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a bruised, grey sky and a sodden landscape. I woke up alone in Julian’s bed. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of his breathing, terrified that at any moment Seraphina would knock on the door. Julian had been insatiable. He had taken me twice more that night—once slow and torturous, once fast and rough. My body ached in places I didn't know could ache. He had left before dawn, leaving a note on the pillow: Wear the grey sweater. No underwear.

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 9

The boathouse was a rotting wooden structure at the edge of the lake, the paint peeling, the roof sagging. It smelled of algae and old wood. Julian waited for me inside the shadows. As soon as I stepped through the door, he grabbed me, slamming me against the rough wood wall. "What are you doing?" I gasped, my heart racing. "They'll notice we're gone." "I don't care," he growled, his hands gripping my hips. "I couldn't stand it. Seeing you stand there, looking so... innocent. While I know exactly what’s under that sweater."

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 10

I made it back to the main lawn, breathless, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my r

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 11

The lock on the bedroom door clicked , the sound echoing like a gunshot in the oppressive silence of the room. Julian didn't look at me as he checked the handle, ensuring it was secure. His movements were precise, mechanical, the movements of a man who was calculating risks rather than acting on desire."Pack your things," he said, his back to me. "You’re moving in here. Permanently until we leave this estate."I stood frozen by the window, watching his reflection in the dark glass. "Julian, I can't just move into your room. Seraphina will notice. The staff will talk. They wouldn't think much about it""Let them talk," he turned, his eyes cold and stormy. "I don't care about rumors, Elias. I care about control. And right now, I have none."He walked toward me, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto a chair. He loosened his tie, the silk sliding through his collar with a hiss. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of his rage and my own fear."You have five million doll

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 12

The next morning, the atmosphere in the dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The storm had finally broken, leaving behind a watery, grey sunlight that did nothing to warm the cold stone of the estate.I sat across from Julian, my father at the head of the table, Seraphina to his right. I was wearing a turtleneck to hide the constellation of bruises Julian had left on my neck and chest. Every time Julian looked at me, his eyes lingered on the collar, a smug satisfaction visible in the tilt of his lips."You look tired, Elias," Seraphina noted, pouring herself some tea. "Did you not sleep well?""He had a restless night," Julian answered for me, his voice smooth as butter. "Bad dreams, I believe."I shot him a glare under the table. He knew exactly why I was tired. He had kept me up until dawn, a mix of interrogation and sex."I slept fine," I lied, stabbing at my eggs with unnecessary force."So," my father said, clearing his throat. "With the venue finalized, we need to d

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 13

I didn't go back to Julian’s room. I couldn't. My father’s warning echoed in my head, mixing with the terrifying revelation from my uncle. If I told Julian the truth—that his future father-in-law was blackmailing him Julian would tear my father apart. And then my father would destroy Julian in return. It would be a bloodbath.I needed to find proof. I needed something concrete to show Julian before I spoke.That night, I waited until the house was silent. It was past two in the morning. Julian had sent me three messages demanding to know where I was, but I had ignored them. I needed to be alone.I slipped out of my room and crept down the hall toward my father’s study. The door was locked, but I remembered where the spare key was hidden—inside a hollowed-out book in the library.I retrieved it, my hands sweating, and unlocked the study door. I slipped inside and closed it softly, turning on my flashlight.The room smelled of old paper and cigar smoke. I went straight to the desk. I rif

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 14

We returned to the city the next morning. The trip was silent, thick with unspoken words. Julian had barely looked at me since the study, his attention consumed by his phone and the documents he had his lawyers drafting.When we arrived at his penthouse, he disappeared into his home office, shutting the door firmly. I was left alone in the vast, empty space.I wandered the penthouse, feeling like a ghost. I wasn't a prisoner here, not technically. But I wasn't free, either. I was a kept secret, a dirty little secret hidden away in the penthouse of the most powerful man in the country.I found myself in the hallway leading to the bedroom Julian used most often—the master suite. I had never been in there. He always brought me to the guest room, or his office, or against a wall.The door was slightly ajar.Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed it open.The room was massive, dominated by a king-sized bed. But it was the walls that caught my attention.Julian had a gallery.But not of a

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 15

The wedding was in three days. The city was awash in "Vane-Thorne" banners. The press was camped outside the cathedral.I was in Julian’s dressing room, kneeling on the floor, adjusting his cufflinks. He stood in front of the mirror, looking impeccable in his tuxedo. He looked like a groom. He looked like a king."You’re quiet today," he noted, looking down at me."I'm just... nervous," I admitted."About the wedding?""About everything. My father hasn't made a move since the blackmail. It’s too quiet."Julian smirked. "Calm before the storm. Trust me, he’s planning something.""So are we.""We are," Julian said. He reached down, tilting my chin up. "You remember your role?""Yes. Stay in the back. Keep my uncle on speed dial. Don't leave until you get the signal.""Good."He leaned down, kissing me. It was a soft, almost tender kiss. "Tonight, after the wedding... I have a surprise for you.""I don't like your surprises," I whispered."You'll like this one. It involves you, me, and a

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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 16

The white light faded, replaced by a swirling vortex of grey smoke and the stench of sulfur and burning electronics. My ears rang with a high-pitched whine that drowned out the screams of the wedding guests. I was on the floor, gasping for air that tasted like ash.Pain lanced through my neck and shoulder not the searing heat of fire, but a sharp, stinging bite, as if a thousand hornets had attacked me all at once. I reached up, my fingers trembling, touching the skin of my throat. It was wet. Sticky."Elias!"The scream cut through the ringing in my ears. Julian.I forced my eyes open. He was there, kneeling in the wreckage of the altar, his pristine white tuxedo stained with soot and blood Henderson’s blood. His face, usually a mask of icy control, was twisted in absolute terror. He looked like a man who had stared into the abyss and seen his own reflection."I'm here," I tried to say, but my voice was a broken rasp.He scrambled over the debris, ignoring the chaos around him. He gr

Last Updated : 2026-05-15

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 17

The penthouse was dark, the curtains drawn tight against the city lights that would surely be swarming with news helicopters. Julian carried me inside, not letting me walk, despite my protests.He took me straight to the master bathroom. The room was huge, filled with white marble and gold fixtures. He set me down gently on the vanity counter and turned on the water in the massive soaking tub."Let me see," he said, stepping between my legs.I flinched as he reached for my neck. "It hurts.""I know, baby. I know."He wet a washcloth with warm water and began to gently dab at the burn. The stinging made me hiss, but his touch was infinitely tender now, a stark contrast to the violence in the car."It's superficial," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "First and second degree. It’ll scar, but... it’ll heal.""Scar," I whispered, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My face was smudged with soot, my eyes wide and haunted. And wrapping around my throat like a choker of fire was the

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