All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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She's My Dessert.

The cool surface of the dining table had already started to warm under Samantha’s bare skin by the time I finished laying her out on it. Her body looked soft and open against the dark wood, chest rising a little faster than usual.I rested my hands on her thighs and looked down at her.“I’m going to give you something new today,” I said quietly. “Just feel it.”Samantha’s breath caught. Her cheeks were already pink. She nodded once.“Okay… I trust you.”I left her there for a moment and went back to the kitchen. When I returned I carried a can of whipped cream and a small bowl filled with strawberries, grapes, blueberries, and cherries. I set everything beside her on the table.“Stay still for me.”“What are you doing with all of that?” she asked, watching me shake the can.“You’ll see.”I started with her breasts. A swirl of cool whipped cream over each nipple, then a bright red cherry pressed gently on top. Tiny blueberries follow

His Presence Makes me Unwell.

The doorbell kept ringing.I lifted my head from between Samantha’s thighs and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.“Stay here. I’ll check.”I walked to the intercom screen by the front door and tapped it on. Sebastian’s face filled the display. He stood at the gate looking impatient, a folder tucked under one arm, finger already pressing the button again.I didn’t open it yet.I went back to the dining hall. Samantha was still on the table, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven.“Get dressed first,” I said quietly.Disappointment crossed her face, but she nodded and slid down to gather her clothes from the floor. I went to the kitchen, pulled on my own shirt and pants, and tied my hair back roughly. I unlocked the gate remotely using the intercom button and watched Sebastian’s car pull up the drive. We waited in the foyer as his heavy footsteps approached the door. I opened it before he could knock.“What's the reason for your visit, Mr. Xavier?”

She Brought me Back.

Samantha stayed on my lap for a while, arms around my shoulders, letting me breathe against her chest until the worst of the nausea faded. When she felt me settle, she shifted carefully, guiding me back against the couch cushions. Then she slid down and settled between my legs.Her hands moved slowly. She unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, pushing the fabric open so the cool air touched my skin. She looked up at me while she did it.“Are you okay now?” she asked softly. “What are you feeling?”“Better,” I said. My voice still sounded thinner than usual. “Just… stay close.”She nodded and continued. She eased the shirt off my shoulders, then reached for the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips so she could pull them down along with my underwear. When I was bare, she stood just long enough to undress herself. Her clothes dropped to the floor in a quiet pile. Then she knelt again between my open thighs.She started with soft kisses along the insi

New Experience Unlocked for Samantha.

Two days before the Annual Tech Summit, Samantha and I flew to Japan.The hotel was only a short walk from the venue and had been reserved for summit attendees. We checked in, dropped our bags, and went straight back out into the city. For the first time in weeks we had no meetings, no documents, and no one waiting for answers. We moved through the streets like ordinary tourists, wandering through busy malls, stepping into quiet temple grounds, watching the lights change over the river at night. Samantha took photos of everything. I watched her more than the scenery.On the second afternoon we decided, mostly out of curiosity, to try the famous rent-a-girlfriend service. The language barrier was real, but Maximus AI on my phone translated quickly enough for us to get by. The two women who arrived were bold from the start, smiling, playful, completely comfortable with the arrangement. The conversation stayed light while we walked around the district,

The Annual Tech Summit.

The Annual Tech Summit hosted by Japan this year was divided into two phases. The first phase took place during the daytime, when the massive dome turned into an exhibition floor filled with the latest products and services from every participating company.I took Samantha in the afternoon, when the heaviest crowds had already thinned. We moved from booth to booth at an easy pace. I watched her stop wherever something caught her interest. She examined each display carefully, asked sharp questions, and listened more than she spoke. I stayed close enough to hear, but let her take the lead.Near the center of the floor we reached a booth demonstrating an AI-driven device called the Hyperbox, aimed at the medical field. A small group was still gathered as the presenters finished their main run-through. I watched Samantha step closer once the formal part ended.One of the engineers noticed her interest and gestured toward the sleek white unit on the counter.

Meeting That One Friend, Again.

Phase two of the summit was an invitation-only banquet.Samantha and I dressed to draw attention. She wore a red dress with a high hip slit that moved with every step. Her hair hung loose down her back, held by a deep blood-ruby clip I had bought for $300,000. I never told her the price, since she's more important than money could ever buy.I wore a tailored suit jacket with nothing underneath, buttoned only at the middle so it framed my cleavage and the flat line of my stomach. Loose trousers shifted around my legs as I walked. My short hair was brushed to the side. One hand rested lightly on the small of Samantha’s back as we entered.The venue was already full of corporate icons. Groups had formed across the room, and the largest crowd gathered near the center tables. Eyes turned toward us as we walked straight through. People stepped aside without being asked.Miguel saw us first. He grinned and the circle around him opened. Lawrence stood bes

Let Them Talk.

Albert and Dennis stopped directly in front of our table.Albert looked pristine in a tailored grey suit that softened the lines of his age and made him appear sharper, almost younger. Dennis stood half a step behind him in a deep royal-blue suit no ordinary assistant could afford. The low murmur of nearby conversations faded as people noticed the two men had chosen our table. A few heads turned. Glasses paused mid-air. The space around us tightened without anyone moving closer.Albert spoke first, polite on the surface.“Mr. Clint. Mr. Feischer. A pleasure.” His gaze slid to me. “And Ms. Stonefield. I didn’t expect to see you at an invitation-only banquet like this. Connections really can open doors that reputation and company value usually reserve for others.”The mockery sat under every careful word. He was pointing out that I had entered through personal ties while everyone else earned their seat through standing in the industry.I remained com

The Tables Have Turned.

The atmosphere at the table stayed tight. Both Albert and Dennis felt the shift the moment Miguel spoke. Whatever opening they thought they had was already closing. The low murmur of the banquet continued around us, but our corner of the room had gone quieter, as if the people nearby were listening without wanting to show it.Albert changed tactics. He set the relative card on the table, voice smoothed back into something almost friendly.“Still, it’s impressive what you’ve managed, Mikayla. Building connections at this level takes skill. I’m sure Mr. Clint and Mr. Feischer values that kind of-”I cut him off before he could finish.“I’m no longer part of the Stonefield family. My father removed me from the trust and the family registry. He made it public.”Albert’s expression slipped. The information clearly hadn’t reached him. For a second the polished CEO mask faltered, and I watched the realization land behind his eyes. I let out a quiet giggle at t

Protecting Her is What Matters.

I watched Albert’s face with quiet satisfaction.The polished confidence he had carried to the table was gone. What replaced it moved across his features in clear stages, first the blank stillness of someone who had not seen the blow coming, then open disbelief, and finally a tight, rising fury that settled in the hard line of his jaw and the heat in his eyes. Beside him, Dennis no longer tried to look professional. Hostility rolled off him in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way he stared at me without blinking.Albert found his voice first. It came out rougher than before.“This can’t be true. You’re bluffing.”I kept my tone even and almost gentle.“Go back to New York and check. The documents are there. The trademark is registered. The clause is active.”His gaze slid past me and landed on Samantha. The glare he gave her was sharp enough that my body moved before I fully decided to. I shifted forward in my chair, angling myself betwee

The First Argument.

After saying goodbye to a drunken Lawrence, Miguel half-carrying him down the hall, Samantha and I walked back to our own suite in silence. The door clicked shut behind us. We showered without much talk. I washed her back the way I always did, slow palms sliding over wet skin, thumbs pressing along the muscles on either side of her spine. When we finished, we dried off and moved to the bed.Then, I started gentle.My hands moved over her body the way they usually did at the beginning, light strokes along her sides, soft open-mouthed kisses at her collarbone, the kind of touch that normally made her lean into me and make those small sounds in her throat. Tonight she stayed mostly still. Her breathing changed, chest rising a little faster, but the soft reactions I was used to hearing stayed quiet.I pressed harder. When that still didn’t pull a clear response, I shifted the pace. My fingers slid between her legs and found her already slick. I pushed two

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