All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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112: REVENGE

Ciara's POV The dining room smelled like roasted lamb and expensive wine, but all I could taste was ash. The long table stretched out under the chandelier, every seat filled with family and a few board members who pretended they belonged. Simon sat at the head tonight, playing the gracious host, his smile sharp enough to cut glass. I sat to his right, fingers wrapped so tight around my wine glass I thought it might snap. He had been too quiet all evening. Too attentive. The kind of calm that made my skin prickle. “More wine, darling?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle before I could answer. He poured it slow, eyes on me the whole time. When he set the bottle down, his hand lingered on my thigh under the table, squeezing once. Hard. A warning wrapped in affection. I smiled for the room. “Thank you.” Across from me, Cain watched. His jaw stayed tight. He hadn’t touched his food. Every time Simon’s hand moved on my leg, Cain’s fingers flexed around his fork like he want

113: THE AFTERMATH

Ciara's POV The photos hit the family group chat at 8:14 that morning. By noon, three board members had canceled meetings with Simon. By evening, everyone in the family had seen them. Me getting into Cain’s car, us at the gala... His hand on my waist outside the restaurant three nights ago. The way we looked at each other when we thought nobody was watching. Someone had been collecting pieces of us for a long time. I sat there with my hands in my lap, trying to keep them still while the photos kept scrolling on Aunt Linda’s tablet in the center of the table. Blurry but clear enough. Cain and me at the gala. His hand on my waist. My face tilted toward his. The angle made it look intimate. Too intimate. No one said the word affair. They didn’t need to. Father’s fork hovered over his plate. He hadn’t taken a bite in five minutes. Aunt Linda kept tapping the screen, zooming in on another angle. Natalia leaned back in her chair, lips pressed together like she was trying not

114: THE DEAL!

CAIN'S POV I had been able to use Natalia's influence to gain some grounds into the the board meeting. I didn't have to pretend to be some fucking influential anonymous donor. I came as Cain. Cain fucking Hale. A smile spread across my lips. Fuck, I know she may be using me too and we're both running out of time but I hope she gets there when I do. Twelve men and women sat around the long table in their tailored suits, pretending they weren’t watching every move between the three of us. Simon sat to my left, Gabriel on his other side scribbling notes. Natalia leaned back in her chair across from me, her legs crossed, and eyes sharp. Lawyers flanked on both sides, with papers spread out in the board room. Ciara sat between Simon and me exactly where she didn’t belong. Her dress was modest enough for the meeting, black and fitted, but I knew what was underneath. I always knew. My thigh pressed against hers under the table. She didn’t pull away. Her fingers tightened around the

115: DYING MOTHER'S LAST WISH.

Ciara's POV The hospital room smelled... bad. I cringed my nose to block the pungent smell of antiseptic and fading flowers. Monitors beeped in a steady rhythm while mother lay in the bed, smaller than I remembered, her skin pale against the white sheets. Tubes ran into her arms and her breathing came shallow. We all knew it wouldn’t stay that way. I sat on one side of the bed. Cain on the other. Simon stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the city lights. Aunt Linda lingered near the door with father, both of them silent.The rest of the family and friends came and went in shifts, but right now it was just us. The ones who mattered most, or were hurting the most. Mother’s hand found mine, her cold fingers wrapped around my own. Then she reached for Cain’s hand too. He let her take it without hesitation. “Love is messy,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “But don’t let it destroy you like it destroyed me.” Her eyes moved between us. Simon’s jaw tightened when Cain’s

116: THE PREGNANCY BOMB!

Cain's POV The reception was too loud. Too many fucking people pretending to mourn while they picked at plates and whispered behind their fucking glasses. I stood near the bar with a drink I hadn’t touched, watching Ciara from across the room. She looked small in that dress, her shoulders tight, and her eyes fixed on the floor like she wished it would open up and fucking swallow her. I combed my fingers through my hair. I wanted her to swallow something else instead... Natalia walked straight up to her near the back of the hall. I straightened myself and watched their interaction closely. I didn't fucking trust that girlfriend of mine! As I watched, I saw the moment it happened. Natalia’s hand resting on her stomach. The words leaving her mouth. Ciara’s face went white. I started moving before I even thought about it. By the time I reached them, Ciara was already backing away. Her hands were shaking. She looked at me like I’d stabbed her. “Cain,” Natalia said sweetly, tu

117: SIMON'S COUNTERATTACK.

Ciara's POV The house felt different after the funeral. I can't find the right words to describe it. It just felt... quieter? “Why did Mom had to leave us?” I muttered under my breath as I moved through the halls, careful not to make too much noise. Simon had been gone for three days and he hadn't seen it necessary to call or text his wife on his whereabouts. “I should just let him be. He may be grieving.” I muttered again. I just feel so alone. I haven't seen Cain since the funeral. it just felt like he packed his bag and disappeared. Or maybe, he doesn't have the audacity to see me, or the creativity to come up with a miserable explanation or a reason. So, Natalia was truly pregnant for him?! As I stepped into the living room, I saw a figure moving about. “Simon?” He turned. “Hi, babe.” Babe? I stepped closer. He didn't reek of whiskey smell and his eyes weren't bloodshot either. Wow, my mouth fell open in shock. I sniffed in the air. The only smell... scent I could

118: I CHOSE HIM?

Ciara's POV “When did you stop loving me?” Simon asked. The words hit me square in the chest. I had just woken up. Can't a girl just have one moment of peace? “Simon, just last night you had said you wanted us back as before?” I sighed and sat straighter. “Where is this question from?” He stood there for a second, hands in his pockets, looking at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. “No, tell me.” He stepped closer. “Because I keep thinking about it. Was it after Alice? After I started drinking again? Or was it before that? Before I even noticed you were slipping away.” I looked down at my night dress. My fingers tightened on the fabric. “It’s not that simple.” “It is to me.” He sat on the edge of the bed, not too close. “One day you looked at me like I was your husband. The next… you looked at him like he was oxygen.” I swallowed. My throat felt dry. “You’re not being fair.” “Fair?” He laughed bitterly. “Fair would be you telling me the truth instead of making me d

119: SEPARATE BEDROOMS.

Ciara's POV The bedroom door stayed closed that night. I stood outside it for a long minute, my hands hovering over the knob, before I turned and walked down the hall to the guest room. I fell on the bed with an exhausted sigh and pulled the sheets up to my chin. Simon didn’t come looking for me. The next morning I found him in the kitchen, pouring coffee. He glanced up when I walked in. His eyes flicked to the guest room door behind me, then back to his mug. “You slept in there,” he said. “Yeah.” I reached for a cup. My fingers brushed his when I took the pot. He didn’t move away. Neither did I. “I needed space.” He nodded slowly and took a sip. “Space. Right.” I poured my coffee. “You want eggs?” he asked finally. “I can make some.” “I’m not hungry.” He set his mug down harder than necessary. “You’re never hungry lately. You barely eat. You barely talk. You barely look at me.” I turned to face him. “What do you want me to say, Simon? That everything’s fine? Th

120: THE HOTEL KEY.

Cain's POV I sent the text at 2:17 a.m. when I knew she’d still be awake. *Need to discuss your job contract. Neutral ground. The Grandview. 3 p.m. tomorrow. Room booked under the company. Come alone.* She didn’t reply for six hours. When she did, it was one fucking word. *Okay.* I spent the whole next day smoking and pacing the penthouse like a fucking caged animal. The meeting was supposed to be professional, but I knew better. The second she walked into the hotel lobby I felt it. My fucking chest tightened. I watched her from the bar as she crossed the marble floor, shoulders high, her eyes scanning every face. She spotted me. Her steps faltered for half a second. Then she kept coming. “You’re early,” she said when she reached me. Her voice was low. “So are you.” I stood up. “Let’s go upstairs. The conference room’s booked.” Ciara glanced around the lobby again. I touched her elbow, guiding her toward the elevators. She didn’t pull away, but her arm tensed under

121: ROOM 407

Ciara's POV I left Cain without an answer partly because I was too scared. I stopped by the studio to get a work done. I stopped for lunch at Seraphine's and called Alice while at it. At the close of work, I did the most stupid, un-ciara-ly thing. I drove to Cain's hotel. The elevator dinged on the fourth floor. I stood there with my finger hovering over the button, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The doors started to close. I stepped forward at the last second, slipping through before they shut. I moved down the quiet hallway. Room 407 was scribbled on a plain black door in gold numbers. I stared at them for too long. My hand shook when I raised it to knock. It opened before I could. Cain stood there, tie already loosened, top button undone. The room behind him was dim. He didn’t smile. “You came,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I stepped inside anyway. The door clicked shut behind me. “This is stupid. I told mys

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