All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

148 Chapters

132: ARRESTED FOR LOVING YOU.

CAIN'S POV The metal cuffs bit into my wrists. There were cold and tight. I leaned back in the metal chair and stared at the two detectives across the table. One of them kept tapping his fucking pen. The other just watched me like I was already guilty. I thought the law said every man is presumed fucking innocent until proven the fuck guilty? All I could think about was Ciara. How she looked bent over that boardroom table. How she screamed my name when she came. How her pussy clenched around me like she never wanted to let go. “You want to tell us about the missing assets?” the older detective asked. “Or should we just wait for your lawyer?” My lips curled into a slow smile. “I didn’t steal anything. I took what was mine.” If only these officers fucking knew the number of shares I personally own in my name, they wouldn't be harassing me over a meagre 250,000 shares I took from the Hale firm. Fucking scrap that, I only took them to protect my father's asset in the long run fr

133: THE DEVIL'S EVIDENCE

CAIN'S POV What. The. Fuck. I stared at the paper in Natalia's hand. Then at the flowers she was practically shoving into my chest. "Positive DNA test," she repeated with that sickly sweet smile. "It's yours, Cain. Congratulations." The entire world seemed to stop. Ciara's hand slipped from mine. It fucking hurt more than Natalia's words ever could. Seraphine stepped between us first. "Give me that." Natalia held the paper out of reach. "Careful. It's an original." "You're enjoying this a little too much," Seraphine snapped. Natalia shrugged. "I just thought a father deserved to know." I looked her dead in the eye. "You're lying." She smiled wider. "Am I?" She held the envelope out to me. I snatched it from her. The laboratory logo looked real. he names looked real. The results... Positive. No, this can't be fucking true! To the best of my knowledge, Natalia and I haven't been fucking intimate since I got together with Ciara. And Ciara and I have been fucking

134: THE LAST LIE.

Ciara's POV She slammed the photos down on the table between us. The images scattered. Natalia and me. Old dates. Old nights. Ciara’s hands shook as she pointed at them. “Explain this,” she said. Her voice was low but it cut. “You told me she was fake. A chess piece. And now I see you with her. Touching her. Smiling like you meant it.” I stared at the pictures. My stomach twisted. I looked up at her. “It wasn’t a lie. Not completely.” Ciara’s eyes flashed. “Not completely? That’s what you’re giving me right now?” I stepped closer. She didn’t back up. “Natalia happened after you married Simon. I watched you walk down that aisle. I got drunk for three days straight. She was there. It was easy. It was nothing. I ended it the day I decided I was done pretending I didn’t want you.” She laughed once. Sharp. Hurt. “You ended it. How convenient. And you never thought to tell me? You let me believe she was just some paid actress from the start?” “I didn’t want you thinking about

135: POISON IN THE SYSTEM.

Cain's POV I slammed the fucking lab report on the desk. The paper slid across the wood. My lawyer, Marcus, picked it up and scanned it again like the fucking words might change if he stared hard enough. “They’re denying it,” I said. “The lab says they never ran the test and never published the fucking results. The signature is forged. The whole damn thing is fake.” Marcus rubbed his temple. “We’re already subpoenaing the records. But this came from Natalia’s side. She pushed it hard.” I paced the length of the conference room. The city stretched out behind the glass walls. Somewhere out there, Ciara was probably staring at her phone, waiting for the next bomb to drop. I couldn’t even call her right now. The door opened. Natalia walked in. “Cain,” she started. “I can explain—” “Explain what?” I cut her off. “That you faked a pregnancy test? That you dragged my name through the mud for leverage? Who’s fucking feeding you instructions, Natalia? Because this isn’t, you thin

136: MIDNIGHT ULTIMATUM!

CAIN'S POV The bedroom door creaked open at 2:17 a.m. Ciara stood there in nothing but my white shirt. It barely reached her thighs. Her eyes were red and swollen. She’d been crying again. She hadn't returned home to her deadbeat husband since the arrest incident. She hadn't quite forgiven me since Natalia's fucking fake pregnancy claim... I sat up in bed. The sheet pooled around my waist. “What happened?” She closed the door behind her. The lock clicked. “Fuck me like you hate me.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Then tell me you love me anyway.” I stared at her. My cock twitched under the sheet. “Princess—” “Don’t.” She stepped closer. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the shirt. It fell open. “I don’t want soft right now. I want you to ruin me. Then hold me after. Can you do that?” I got out of bed. I was naked and hard already. I crossed the room and grabbed her face with both hands. “You sure?” She nodded. Her breath hitched. “Yes. Please.” I kissed he

137: THE FIRST CRACK

JESS' POV I sat in the back of the café with my laptop open, the screen glowing too bright in the dim corner. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I uploaded one post from an anonymous account into Instagram. No one would ever trace it to me. I’d learned that much from watching Cain all these years. My thumb brushed the send button. My eyes glanced the screen and I slowly read the words aloud. "Married socialite caught riding her husband’s twin brother. Some families really do keep it close." I hit post. Then I closed the laptop. I placed an order for another coffee I knew I wouldn't drink. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I took a deep breath and opened the laptop again. There were now a few likes and a comment on the post. By the time I refreshed the page twenty minutes later, the replies were piling up. *No way. Which family?* *Sounds like the Hydes. Always knew something was off with those brothers.* *Poor wife. Or maybe she’s not so poor.* I watched the numbers

138: THE LEAK SPREADS.

Ciara's POV My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I flipped it over on the kitchen counter, with the screen pressed down, but the notifications kept coming. There's another blog post, another comment thread, another person tagging me in the same blurry photo from the garage. Gosh! I'm slowly losing. Seraphine sat across from me, with her laptop open and her fingers scrolling fast. “It’s moving from gossip accounts to actual blogs now. Small tabloids picking it up. There's nothing mainstream yet, but it’s only a matter of time.” I rubbed my temples. “How bad?” She turned the screen toward me. “They’re using your full name. ‘Ciara Hyde was caught in an alleged affair with brother-in-law Cain.’ They’re digging into family history. Your sister’s kidnapping, and your mother’s money troubles are being mentioned too. It’s coordinated.” I stared at the headline. My stomach twisted. “Coordinated how?” Seraphine leaned back. Her fingers tapped the table. “The timing... the same phrases p

139: PUBLIC SHAME, PRIVATE SALVATION...

Ciara's POV We barely slept. Just before dawn, Aunt Linda insisted we return to the family mansion where security was tighter and the damage-control team could work from one location. She said it'd make the public believe my husband and I are still together and happy. But Cain wouldn't let me leave his sight nor return to his twin house himself, plus the apparent stress of moving back to the mansion... Aunt Linda had arrived before sunrise with lawyers, publicists, and enough panic to fill the entire house. Simon showed up an hour later, claiming he was there to help. Nobody believed him, but nobody questioned him either. He was still my husband after all. The gates looked like a freaking war zone. Cameras flashed nonstop. Reporters shouted questions over each other. My name mixed with Cain’s in every scream. I stood just inside the mansion doors, my phone in my hand, staring at the blurry photos trending everywhere. My body, my face, the garage... the boardroom. Every da

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Ciara's POV “I can't.” I whispered as I pushed away from both men. I really can't do this right now. I need space. I can't think right now. I moved toward the door. “Babe?” Simon called after me. “Don't fucking call me that!” I snapped as I got closer to the door. “Stay with your boyfriend.” “He's not my boyfriend—” “Princess?” I paused and turned my head slightly to face Cain. I shook my head. “Not now, please.” I rushed out of the garage. I took the back entrance into the house and locked myself in Cain's bedroom. I sat on the bed and stared at my reflection. I tuned out Aunt Linda who was barking outside the room door like a rabies dog and insisting I came down to address the public. Can she just fucking peace off? I knew I couldn't

141: THE DEVIL'S BARGAIN!

Ciara's POV I barely made it back to my room before my phone started vibrating relentlessly. The screen lit up on the nightstand. Then again and again. I ignored it for almost five minutes, staring at the ceiling as if that could make the world stop spinning. By the sixth vibration, my nerves were tight enough to draw blood. I snatched it up. Notifications poured in: mentions, tags, messages, news alerts. My stomach knotted violently. I opened the first link. The video loaded. It was grainy, dark, shot from a shaky angle deep inside the garage. My pulse stuttered, then slammed to a halt. *No.* The footage sharpened on me. On Cain. The restraints biting into my wrists. His hands—those strong, calloused hands that had pinned me so effortlessly. The initial struggle where I’d tried to pull away... before heat flooded my veins and my body betrayed me completely. I could still feel it. The clip had been looped and edited. Every frame twisted to paint me as the unwilling vic

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