All Chapters of SEDUCING MY ELDER BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

(Jane’s POV) I didn't sleep a single wink. By the time the morning sun bled through the heavy velvet curtains of my bedroom, my eyes were burning and my phone was dead, charging on the nightstand. I had stared at that anonymous video a hundred times until every frame was burned into my retinas. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, my fingers gently tracing the dark, bruised mark Benjamin had left on my skin. It was a deep, possessive brand right at the junction of my neck and collarbone. It stung with a delicious, lingering heat—a physical receipt of the game he claimed I had lost. I turned to my closet, a calculating smile touching my lips. I pulled out a crisp, white linen button-down shirt. I slipped it on, intentionally leaving the top three buttons completely undone, ensuring the collar flared wide enough to put his territorial mark on display for anyone standing within five feet of me. I paired it with tight denim shorts, brushed my hair back into a loose ponytail, and

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jane’s POV The two men in black suits continued to stack heavy cardboard boxes onto the pristine marble floor of the foyer, the dull thuds echoing like a countdown timer. Victoria stood tall, her manicured fingers resting proudly on the lapel of Benjamin’s charcoal suit jacket, anchoring herself to him in front of the moving crew. "You're moving in," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest as I stepped fully out of the hallway shadow. Victoria’s head snapped toward me, her eyes narrowing as she took in my disheveled appearance—the oversized white linen shirt, the bare legs, and the messy hair. Then, her gaze locked onto my neck. I saw the exact moment she spotted the dark bruise on my collarbone. Her face paled before a murderous rage rushed to her cheeks. She took an aggressive step toward me, her designer heels clicking violently against the marble. "You ungrateful little street rat. You think because your brother dumped you here, you can just parade around like you own t

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jane's POV I didn't flinch. Instead, I slowly rested my hand on the lid of Benjamin's secondary laptop, keeping it firmly closed. My fingers were still trembling from the icy shock of Leo's message, but the sudden threat of Victoria standing in the doorway ignited a defensive armor around my fear. "Looking for something, sweetie?" Victoria purred again, her voice dripping with triumphant malice as she stepped into the dim, cedar-scented room. "Because I just received an automated alert that someone was tampering with Benjamin's secure network. And I think it's time I show your brother exactly what else we found on those security tapes." "You don't have any security tapes, Victoria," I said, my voice steady and deceptively calm as I stood up from the mahogany desk. Victoria’s smug smile vanished, her lips parting slightly. "If you actually had those tapes," I continued, taking a slow, deliberate step toward her, letting the scent of my vanilla perfume invade her space

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jane's POV The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Victoria, her parting words hanging in the air like a suffocating fog. The silence that returned to the study was thick, broken only by the sharp, metallic ringing of Benjamin’s cell phone. With a low curse, Benjamin finally swiped the screen, bringing the phone to his ear. "Leo," he barked, his voice tightly controlled as his pitch-black eyes remained glued to my face. "I'm looking at the diagnostic loop now. Give me ten minutes... No, don't force the backup yet. I'm handling it." He ended the call abruptly, his jaw clenching so hard a small muscle ticked violently beneath his rugged skin. He shoved the phone into his pocket and paced toward the heavy cedar windowpanes, putting a deliberate distance between us as if suddenly remembering the invisible cameras and listening ears built into his own walls. "You heard her," I whispered, my voice breathy and trembling as my heart hammered against my ribs. "The press release is liv

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jane's POV I didn't step back from the terminal rack. Even though my hand had dropped away from the port a second before, I didn't retreat an inch, my fingers hovering millimeters from the heavy silver flash drive as if dared to reclaim it. The icy blue light of the monitor cut across Victoria’s face as she stepped off the last concrete stair, her heels clicking to a halt on the damp basement floor. On the screen behind me, the blood-red progress bar was agonizingly slow: 48%... 51%... "You’re a long way from the West wing, Victoria," I said, my voice steady, breathy, and dripping with a calm I didn't feel. I leaned slightly to the left, using my body to block her direct line of sight to the rising numbers on the screen. "And you're a long way from being a simple houseguest," Victoria countered, her voice sharp and venomous in the cavernous, humming room. She raised her phone, the screen illuminating her smug, flawless makeup. "Do you think I'm stupid, Jane? Benjamin thinks

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jane's POV I had successfully scrambled the digital signature on the server, but as I stepped back into the quiet hallway of the residential wing, the illusion of safety shattered completely. I was running out of hiding places in this house. Before I could even reach the door to my room to change, a sharp voice cut through the corridor, stopping me dead in my tracks. "There she is. The little street rat finally crawled out of the walls." I turned slowly. Victoria stood at the intersection of the grand hallway, flanked by two estate housekeepers and a coordinator holding a digital clipboard. Behind them, two moving men were carrying massive racks of ivory silk drapes and oversized glass vases overflowing with blood-red roses. "The ink is dry on the addendum, sweetie," Victoria said, stepping forward with slow, predatory grace. She held up her phone, displaying the front page of the Global Business Review. The headline practically blinded me: WILLIAMS-VANCE MERGER SECUR

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jane’s POV I froze on the top step of the ladder, my aching fingers tightly wrapping around the cold aluminum railing. Below me, Benjamin looked like an absolute god of destruction. His chest heaved against the crisp fabric of his unbuttoned white shirt, his knuckles stark white where his hands clamped onto the metal frame. He was the one who had just signed the papers to bind himself to Victoria's empire. He was the one who couldn't officially have me. Yet, looking down from the ladder into his pitch-black eyes, the terrifying truth was laid bare: he would rather burn this entire mansion to the ground than watch anyone else claim authority over what belonged to him. "Benjamin, darling, don't be ridiculous," Victoria scoffed, though her voice lacked its usual venomous bite as she hurried over, her heels clicking frantically against the marble. "She is perfectly capable of hanging silk. Stop making a scene in front of everyone." "I said," Benjamin rasped, completely ignoring

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jane’s POV The sound of Vance Senior’s voice through the thick wood of the door made the air in the room turn instantly to ice. My hands, still tangled in the crisp white collar of Benjamin’s shirt, went completely rigid. An anomaly. My mind raced back to the dark basement, the flashing blue terminal, and the blood-red progress bar. The data corruption packet had successfully injected; the system had registered the video as a synthetic deepfake. But Leo was a brilliant strategist. He probably wasn't just checking if the file was secure—he was checking how the patch had been executed. If he flagged an anomaly, it meant he noticed the manual override drive had been pulled physically from the mainframe instead of shutting down through a remote administrative command. Benjamin didn't break eye contact with me. His thumb was still pressed firmly against my chin, his massive frame pinning my lower back against the mahogany desk. For a split second, a calculating stillness w

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jane’s POV The silence that stretched inside the study was a living monster. Benjamin’s broad back remained a solid wall between me and the vultures in the hallway. "A biometric validation?" Benjamin’s voice was smooth, a dark baritone laced with liquid ice as he looked out at Victoria and her father. "You’re tracking a minor server fluctuation and calling it an espionage crisis, Vance. My infrastructure automatically runs daily diagnostics. The manual override loop was likely a delayed system response to the firewall patch Leo initialized from Berlin last night." "Then let my team verify the serial number on your authorized terminal," Vance Senior countered, his tone unbending, hard as granite. "If the signatures match, the alert clears automatically, and Leo’s terminal is satisfied. If you refuse, I will personally call Leo and inform him that his partner is actively shielding a security breach during a multibillion-dollar asset integration. We both know what his compliance te

CHAPTER TWENTY

Jane's POV Benjamin didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, his chest heaved against mine, his large hands sliding down from my upper arms to grip my waist with a bruising intensity. The silence inside the locked study felt alive, heavy with the frantic rush of our breathing and the looming threat of the twenty-four-hour ticking clock. "We don't have twenty-four hours, Jane," he finally rasped, his dark eyes burning with a predatory focus that made my knees weaken. "Vance Senior isn't going to sit in the West wing and twiddle his thumbs. The moment the markets close today, his compliance team will initialize a hard network scan from their remote terminal. If I haven't cleared the hardware footprint by then, the mainframe will automatically trigger a factory reset." A cold dread pooled deep in my stomach. "A factory reset? What happens to the data corruption packet I injected?" "It gets wiped," Benjamin growled, his voice dropping into a quiet register. "The server wil

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