All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cain POV The warehouse smelled of rust... and fucking piss. I rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt slowly, as the man strapped to the metal chair across from me whimpered through the gag. His name was Viktor Black. Mid-level logistics coordinator for the medical supply chain the Redford's Partner used as a front. He’d been connected to Alice’s kidnapping. Alice kidnapping is the one fucking thing I'm still pissed at Ciara for keeping a secret. I could have helped, but well it's not too late. “You should’ve stayed quiet,” I said calmly, circling him. “But you got greedy and started talking to the wrong people about what the girl saw.” Viktor’s eyes widened as sweat poured down his face. He shook his head frantically, trying to speak through the rag stuffed in his mouth. I stopped in front of him and yanked the gag down. “Please, Mr. Hale… I don’t know anything—” I grabbed his left hand and snapped his index finger backward with a sharp crack. His scream resounded

Ciara's POV Natalia had finally moved out, but her awful scent still lingered in the air. I couldn’t breathe in this house anymore. I emptied the last piece of my breakfast into my mouth as I got up from the dinning. Last night, after I deleted the scandalous picture of Cain and I from Simon's phone, while I pretended to sleep, a message from Cain entered my phone. I clenched my fist so tightly to stop myself from throwing a punch at the nearest wall. Cain had indirectly shown me Simon was involved in my sister's kidnapping. I groaned and kicked the chair closet to me as I swallowed in a curse. And just a few days ago, my mother had also confirmed she sold me to Simon Hale. , I couldn’t pretend anymore. I needed the truth from Simon’s own mouth, no matter how ugly it was. I moved angrily, kicking open every door I past until I found him in the study. He's sitting behind the massive oak desk. A glass of whiskey sat untouched in front of him. He looked up when I entered,

Ciara POV After Simon’s cruel parting words, sleep was impossible. I sat on the floor of the guest bedroom with my laptop, phone, and a bottle of wine I barely touched. My hands shook as I typed her name: Jess Voss. A million thoughts flooded my mind. What happened to Jess? Did Cain destroy her? Did he hide her? Did Simon love her too? The first article appeared within minutes. I read it aloud. “Business Associate Linked to Cain Hale Vanishes After Corporate Leak” The photo showed a beautiful girl with wild dark hair, leather jacket, and a defiant smile. Twenty-four years old. She had been linked to illegal street racing circuits and, according to one anonymous source in the article, had been romantically involved with Cain Hale for several months before her disappearance. My stomach twisted. Don't get me wrong, I still disliked the bitch... but she's gone now. I read every article I could find. Jess had been helping Cain expose corruption in the racing scene... money laun

Ciara's POV After Cain left, I found Simon in the study with the lights low. He sat there with his sleeves rolled up, and glass in his hand. When I stepped inside he didn’t look surprised. He just watched me close the door with that new calm of his. I stood near the entrance, my arms crossed tight over my chest. My dress still carried the faint scent of Cain. “Tell me about Jess,” I said. Simon leaned back in his chair. He studied me for a long second, then gestured toward the seat across from him. I didn’t take it. He shrugged, then took a slow sip from his glass. “Jess trusted Cain,” he started. His voice stayed even. “She came to him when things got bad, thought he could fix it... fix her.” He snickered with a shake of his head. “She was always like that. Believing the wrong person could save her.” I swallowed. “And then?” Simon set the glass down. “Then she vanished. One day she was here, asking questions, pushing buttons she shouldn’t have pushed. Next day? Gone. There was n

Ciara's POV “I don’t know.” Cain’s tone was flat. “Could be. Could be someone who looks like her.” Cain’s grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles went white. His thumb hovered over the screen, but he didn’t swipe. He just stared at the image. The unknown number above the photo had no name attached. He set the phone down slowly, then dragged both hands through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. I stepped closer until our bodies nearly touched. I could feel the way his muscles stayed locked tight, like he was fighting the urge to do something violent. “If that’s really her,” I whispered, “then Simon was right about one thing. You dragged her into this.” Cain’s head snapped toward me. “I didn’t drag anyone. She came to me just like you keep fucking doing even when you know better.” That was so blunt and it hurts. I flinched but didn’t back away. Instead, I lifted my chin and held his stare. “You’re going to get me killed one day,” I said softly. “Are