All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CIARA'S POV I found Cain in the kitchen later that night. The apartment was quiet. Seraphine had gone home hours ago. The only light came from the small lamp over the counter. He stood there with a glass of water in his hand, staring at nothing. His shoulders looked tight. Like he was carrying the whole day on them. I stopped in the doorway. My hands twisted the hem of his shirt I was still wearing. The fabric smelled like him. Like us. I didn’t know how to start. So I just said it. “I’m pregnant.” Cain went completely still. The glass paused halfway to his mouth. He didn’t look at me right away. Just stared at the counter. The silence stretched so long I started to feel sick again. I wrapped my arms around myself. “I took the test a few days ago. Here. Alone. I didn’t know how to tell you. With everything that’s happening… Alice… the videos… I thought it would make it worse.” He set the glass down slowly. Turned toward me. His eyes were wide. Dark. Unreadable. “How long have you

Ciara's POV The boardroom felt smaller than it should. Too many eyes. Too much silence. I stood at the far end of the long table with the folder in my hands. Evidence. Real evidence. Months of messages. Bank records. The original contract my mother signed. The truth about Alice’s first kidnapping. Everything Simon thought he buried.Father sat at the head. His face gave nothing away. The board members shifted in their seats. Some looked uncomfortable. Others looked hungry. Simon stood near the window. Calm on the surface. But I saw the way his fingers tightened on the back of the chair.I didn’t wait for permission. I opened the folder. Slides clicked onto the screen behind me.“Alice’s first kidnapping,” I said. My voice stayed steady. Barely. “It wasn’t random. Simon knew. He let it happen. He used it to push the marriage deal. To keep my family quiet. To keep me quiet.”Murmurs rippled through the room. Simon’s head snapped toward me.“Ciara,” he said. Warning in his tone. “This i

Ciara's POVThe courtroom smelled like polished wood and old paper. I sat at the long table with my lawyer on one side and Seraphine on the other. My hands stayed folded in my lap. Tight. The ring on my finger felt heavier than it ever had. Soon it wouldn’t be there anymore.Simon sat across from us. His lawyer whispered something in his ear. He nodded once. His eyes found mine. Calm. Too calm. Like he still thought he could fix this.The judge cleared her throat. “Mrs. Hyde, you’ve reviewed the final documents?”I nodded. “Yes, Your Honor.”My lawyer slid the stack across the table. Signatures already in place. Mine. The judge’s. Just waiting for Simon’s. He picked up the pen. Hesitated. Looked at me again.“You don’t have to do this,” he said. Quiet. Just loud enough for the table. “We can still make it work. Publicly. Privately. Whatever you need. I can protect you from everything that’s coming.”I met his eyes. Steady. “I don’t need your protection anymore.”Simon’s jaw tightened.

Cain's POVThe boxes were everywhere. Half taped. Half open. Ciara knelt in the middle of the living room sorting through a pile of Alice’s drawings. Her hair was up in a messy knot. My shirt hung loose on her frame. She looked peaceful. Tired. But peaceful.I set another box down by the door. “You sure you don’t want to ship more of this? We can fit it on the jet.”She looked up. Smiled a little. “Alice wants to start fresh. She said the old stuff reminds her of the bad days. We’re keeping the important things. The rest… we can buy new when we get there.”I nodded. Walked over and knelt beside her. My hand found her lower back. Stayed there. “She’s doing okay?”Ciara leaned into me. Her head rested on my shoulder for a second. “Better. The nightmares are less. She asked about the new house yesterday. Wanted to know if there would be a yard for the baby to play in.”The baby. Our baby. The words still hit me in the chest every time. I slid my hand around to rest on her stomach. Small.

CIARA'S POVThe car turned off the main road onto a narrower one lined with trees. Cain’s hand stayed on my thigh the whole drive. Not possessive. Just there. Steady. Like he needed the contact as much as I did. Alice had fallen asleep in the back seat again. Seraphine had stayed behind to handle the last loose ends. It was just us. Finally just us.“We’re almost there,” Cain said. His thumb stroked my leg. Slow circles. “It’s not what you’re expecting.”I looked at him. His profile in the late afternoon light. Jaw relaxed. Eyes soft. “I stopped expecting things weeks ago.”He smiled a little. The car slowed. Turned onto a private drive. The house appeared at the end. Not a mansion. Not a penthouse. A real house. Two stories. White with dark shutters. Big porch. Yard that stretched back toward the trees. Simple. Lived in.Cain parked. Turned off the engine. “This is it. My real home. Not the place I stayed when I was trying to forget you. Not the place I used when I was trying to be s