All Chapters of Dirty Secrets With My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Red lace & Temptation

Chapter 11EmilyThe afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the hotel suite in warm golden light. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring how the smoky red lingerie clung to my body like a second skin. The delicate lace barely covered anything, yet somehow made me feel more powerful than naked.I knew it would get to this point eventually. I had seen it coming. Still, I wasn’t ready for it to end Atleast not yet. Strangely, this time, the guilt wasn’t overwhelming. It lingered somewhere in the background, quiet… almost ignorable.My gaze dropped to what I was wearing Xavier had sent the set earlier with a small black card that still made my cheeks burn whenever I thought about it“Let’s see how many times you can get fucked before your wedding.”The memory sent heat rushing through me.I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. The entire wall was made of clear glass, giving me an unobstructed view of Xavier. Water cascaded down his broad shoulder

Under His Gaze

Marcus’ pov The moment I stepped into the wedding venue, my stomach clenched so violently that I had to pause. I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat, It felt like I was actually going to throw up. The place was a controlled chaos of luxury. Everywhere I looked, the space was transforming into something almost obscenely beautiful. Workers moved with practiced efficiency across the massive hall, carrying decorations worth fortunes. White linen tablecloths sat folded in neat stacks in one corner. Crystal glass tables had already been arranged in perfect rows, their polished surfaces reflecting the bright overhead lights. Nearby, royal gold chairs stood lined up, their frames ornate and heavy with luxury. Everything was coming together. And somehow, that made me sick. “Excuse me, sir.” I looked back just in time to see six men struggling beneath the weight of the biggest chandelier I had ever seen. The thing looked large enough to light up a palace. Honestly, w

Cold Shoulders

MARCUSOne look. That was all it took. One stupid look. “Damn pull it together” I whispered The words slipped out before I could stop them. The girl pulled back. “Sorry?” “Oh.” I cleared my throat. “no no not you, I just thought out loud” I extended my hand. “It was nice meeting you…” I trailed off, realizing I didn’t know her name. “Amaya.” she supplied with a bright grin. “Nice meeting you Amaya” I shook her hand “hope to see you around” “Same M. maq” she smiled As I walked away, my palms were already sweating. My pulse hammered beneath my skin. Because Ethan was still staring. Not glancing. Not looking around. Staring. My mind immediately spiraled. Do I have something on my face? Did I spill something? Does this shirt look ridiculous? Why is he looking at me like that? Every question crashed into the next. Yet none of them stopped me. I kept walking toward him. Slowly. Deliberately. Trying to appear calm. Trying not

Confession over whisky

MARCUSChaos erupted in every direction. Shouts sliced through the air.People surged forward, a frantic wave of bodies and voices.Questions flew like shrapnel. The worker Ethan had shoved out of the way sat crumpled on the marble floor, staring at the collapsed metal arch with wide, unblinking eyes, her face drained of color. For a single, suspended second, Ethan stopped like he had forgotten something important.He walked back to her “Are you hurt?” Ethan’s voice was low and steady, cutting through the noise. She shook her head rapidly, almost violently.“N-No… I-I’m fine.” “Good.”Ethan extended a hand, helping her to her feet with surprising gentleness.The moment the worker found her balance, a voice tore across the room like a whip. “What is going on here?!” Every muscle in my body locked tight because I could recognize that voice even in my sleep. Emily. She hurried toward the scene, her heels hammering against the marble in sharp, desperate clicks. She shoved throu

What Happens Now?

MARCUS“Damn.” She smacked my hand. “You are in a messed-up situation, Marcus.” “Ugh… I know, Merlina. Help me.”“Help you?” She barked out a laugh , leaning back. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?”“I really… “ I rubbed a hand over my face “I don’t know.”“Exactly.”“And it gets worse”Her posture straightened immediately eyes narrowed with curiosity. She scooted forward on the seat, the leather creaked softly under her weight. “It does?” she whispered, glancing around the dimly lit bar. “What else did you two do?”“No, no that’s not what I meant.” I shook my head quickly, heat rising in my cheeks. “Come on, Merlina, have some faith in me.”“Faith?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she traced a finger along the rim of her own untouched drink. “That’s a strong word. Having faith in you is like believing world hunger would end tomorrow. You do the most random stuffs.”I managed a weak smile. “you’re starting to sound like my sister.”“Well, somebody has to tell you the

The Cost of whiskey

MARCUS I pushed the empty second bottle of whisky away from me with a clumsy hand, the glass clinking loudly against the scarred wooden counter. The bartender had already wiped down most of the surfaces and was giving me that familiar time-to-go look.“Yeah… yeah, I’m heading out,” I muttered, more to myself than to anyone else. I slid off the chair and immediately regretted it. The floor tilted violently. The whole room blurred at the edges like a poorly focused photograph.colours bleeding into one another. I gripped the edge of the bar for a second, steadying myself.Maybe I should have slowed down with the whiskey.The thought came sluggish and half-formed. I had to sit right back, but the room continued to sway.Not a lot. Just enough to make my stomach turn. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the spinning to settle. It didn’t. A waitress passed by carrying a tray of empty glasses. I raised my hand.Or at least I tried to. My arm felt strangely heavy. “Hey…” I

The Wrong Call

JAKEThe call had yanked me from the warmth of my bed into the biting night air.I wasn’t supposed to be out here chasing after a drunk Marcus—I was supposed to be resting.Instead, I found myself near the empty parking lot of a bar.By the time I arrived, most of the lights inside had already been killed.Only a faint neon sign flickered above the door like a dying heartbeat.I slipped through the door, which led me into the bar.A waitress emerged from the shadows of the back room, her ponytail slipping loose and a dish towel slung over one shoulder. She moved with the slow, heavy steps of someone who’d been on her feet for far too long.“Sorry, we’re closed,” she called out, her voice sharp with exhaustion.Her tone struck a chord of recognition.“You called me about fifteen minutes ago… remember?”She paused mid-stride, her eyes narrowing as she studied my face.“Oh, are you… Jake?”“Yeah.” My gaze swept the dim room—overturned chairs, sticky tabletops, and the faint smell of spil

Stirring The Pot

JAKE The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Marcus. The morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of his bedroom, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Marcus was still asleep, breathing steady and deep. I rested my head against my palm, studying him shamelessly. The worst of the swelling had gone down overnight, leaving behind a deep purple bruise that somehow made him look even more annoyingly attractive. The small cuts along his cheek, lips, and brow were already beginning to heal. Honestly? The man looked like he’d just walked out of some mafia movie. The dangerous kind. The kind who threatened people for fun and somehow still had women throwing themselves at him. Or men. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “You wear a beatdown better than most guys wear a suit.” My gaze drifted over his sleeping face. “You have no business looking this good after getting your ass kicked.” Marcus didn’t move, which was good because if he wok

Loosing Control

ETHAN The front door shut behind me harder than I intended, morning air hit my face, cool and sharp.My jaw was tight as I crossed the driveway, keys already in my hand.The car door hissed open with that smooth sound that usually settled something in my chest.Today, it did nothing.I slid in, engine roaring to life before I’d even decided where I was going, anywhere was better than that kitchen, with its domestic smell and the weight of Jake’s words still ringing in my ears.“Poor guy had a rough night.”“He got beaten.”“Took care of him.”“Stayed the night.”My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned pale.I loosened them immediately.Then tightened them again a few seconds later.I was losing patience with myself.The city blurred past the windows as I merged onto the highway without a destination.Focus.I repeated it like an anthem, my voice low and flat in the silent cabin.You’re marrying his sister in a day. Keep it together.Pointless.My thoug

Reality, Edited.

EMILYMy mood completely flipped the moment I walked into the kitchen and found it empty.No breakfast.No coffee waiting.No Ethan.Just silence.I checked my phone for messages.Nothing.Not even a pathetic apology.“Unbelievable.”I stormed upstairs and got dressed faster than usual.If Ethan wanted to act like a child, fine.I had better things to do.I slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame rattled.I yanked open my walk-in closet.I dressed like the woman I was. A cream silk blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged every curve I paid good money to maintain, Louboutins that clicked with authority, and the diamond studs Ethan had gifted me because, even when he annoyed me, I still knew how to wear his gifts like trophies.Hair in a sleek low bun, makeup flawless in under twenty minutes. I wasn’t about to let his selfishness ruin my face.“I can’t believe he took the McLaren.”The annoyance returned again.“Ethan will always be Ethan, I guess. Highly unbothere

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