All Chapters of Rejected Plus-Size Wife, Claimed by My Husband’s Brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Matteo's POVI hadn't slept… not really.The cheap motel mattress creaked every time I shifted, and the buzzing fluorescent light outside the window never seemed to switch off. Long before dawn, I gave up pretending I could rest.Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed with a cup of bitter instant coffee growing cold in my hand.My eyes drifted toward the wall. Yesterday's photographs lay scattered across the small table.Photographs of Audrey, Logan, and the Hargrove estate. Every picture had been taken from a distance.Every one of them reminded me that my life had become something I would have laughed at some months ago.I had once owned skyscrapers. Now I was hiding in a roadside motel, studying stolen photographs like a common criminal.I reached for the newest envelope. My contact had delivered it late the previous evening.Inside were fresh surveillance pictures of the black SUV had done its job, Audrey leaving the Love Plus headquarters, Audrey arriving home, Logan's car pulling

Victor Hale’s POVThe motel parking lot was almost empty when I stepped outside.A cold morning breeze drifted across the cracked asphalt, carrying the scent of gasoline and rain that had fallen sometime before dawn. Behind me, Room 217 remained silent.Matteo was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. Lately, I could never tell the difference.I unlocked the aging sedan we'd been using for weeks and climbed inside. The engine coughed twice before finally starting.Everything about our lives had become temporary. Temporary cars, temporary phones, temporary names, temporary homes.That was how fugitives survived, or at least how intelligent fugitives survived. Unfortunately, intelligence had stopped guiding Matteo a long time ago. Obsession had taken over.I drove through the quiet streets, keeping exactly the speed limit. No sudden turns, no unnecessary attention. Paranoia kept people alive.An hour later, I pulled into the parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse near the indus

Logan’s POV I leaned over Audrey in the dim glow of our bedside lamp, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. "I love you,” I whispered. My voice came out low, barely a breath against her ear. She stirred, lips parting in sleep. "I’m horny… Your breath," she murmured, the words slurred and dreamy. My cock twitched at the sound. I pressed closer, letting my warm exhale trail down her neck, then lower, brushing the swell of her breast through the thin sheet."Yeah?" I whispered back, even though she was still half-asleep. "You like feeling my breath on you?" I asked.I eased the sheet down, exposing her soft skin inch by inch. My mouth found the peak of one nipple and I sucked gently, rolling my tongue around it until it hardened. Audrey’s breath hitched, a sleepy little moan slipping out.I kept sucking, slow and steady, switching to the other nipple while my hand glided down her stomach. My fingers traced lazy circles just above her mound, never quite touching where I kne

Audrey's POV His cock twitched inside me, already swelling thicker against my slick, cum-coated walls as he started to thrust again. The wet sounds filled the room, each slow push made a filthy squelch as he fucked through the mess we'd already made. I felt every inch stretch me open, the head dragging against that spot that made my toes curl."Fuck, Audrey," he groaned, voice low and rough, but still wrapped in that same warmth. His hands slid under my thighs, lifting them higher so he could sink deeper. My legs spread wider around his hips, and I gasped when he bottomed out, his balls pressing against my ass. "You feel so fucking good. So wet. So full of me,” he growled.I moaned, arching my back, my nails digging into his shoulders. The ache between my legs was sharp and sweet, my pussy still fluttering from the last orgasm, but I wanted more. I needed more. My hips rolled up to meet each thrust, greedy for the way he filled me.He leaned down, his mouth finding mine in a mes

Logan's POVSaturday mornings used to belong to board meetings. Before that, they belonged to strategy sessions, investor calls, and damage control.Today, they belonged to something infinitely more important. I silenced my work phone before I even got out of bed.The screen lit up almost immediately. It was Ryan. I smiled to myself. He could survive one day without me.The phone went into the bedside drawer, and I closed it before it could ring again.Beside me, Audrey was still sleeping, curled beneath the blankets with one hand tucked beneath her cheek.For a moment, I simply watched her. There had been a time when she slept lightly, waking at the smallest sound, now she slept peacefully.That alone felt like a victory. I leaned over and kissed her forehead and she smiled without opening her eyes."Morning already?" she murmured."It is,” I replied and she stretched lazily before blinking up at me."You look suspiciously cheerful,” she muttered."I have a plan,” I replied and her e