All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Pleasure Over Pain.

By mid-afternoon the worst of the cramps had settled into a dull, persistent ache. Samantha kept eyeing the laptop on the nightstand anyway. Every time her fingers drifted toward it I caught her wrist and guided it back to the mattress.“Rest means rest,” I murmured, shifting behind her on the bed. I started with her shoulders, thumbs pressing in slow, firm circles along the tight muscles at the base of her neck. “Still hurting?”“A little,” she admitted, voice soft. “Lower… the heat helps, but it’s still there.”I worked down the blades of her shoulders, finding the knots that always formed when she pushed too hard. The pressure was steady, careful, just enough to ease without hurting. My hands kept moving, down the sides of her ribs, then slower, tracing the soft curve under her breasts. Samantha’s breath caught.“Mika…”“Just relaxing you,” I said against her ear. “Tell me if anything feels like too much.” I let my palms slide fully over her breasts

A Misunderstanding I Didn't Intend to Happen.

Days of careful watching stretched into a full week.I kept the heat packs ready, the painkillers within reach, and the laptop out of Samantha’s hands until the worst of the cycle had passed. By the time the cycle finally ended, color had returned to her face and the stubborn light was back in her eyes. On the morning she declared herself ready for work, she told me, we would stop at the site first.The crew greeted us the moment we stepped out of the car. Hard hats tipped, a few of the local women from inventory waved, and Ruiz came over with a short progress update. Samantha listened, asked two precise questions about the next pour, then turned to me while the others drifted back to their tasks.“I still want to thank whoever packed that food for me,” she said. “Do you see her?”My gaze moved across the open ground, past the frames and the temporary office, searching for Claire’s familiar shape. She wasn’t there. No sign of her near the supply s

Opticon Evo's First Problem.

Brigette’s hand settled on the ward door handle. Samantha stood close enough that I could feel the quiet warmth of her shoulder near mine. One more second and the door would open onto Claire.That's when, Samantha’s phone rang.The sharp tone cut through the hush. When she glanced at the screen, it was Luis. Company business. Her fingers brushed my arm lightly, an apology already in the touch.“I need to take this. Give me a minute.”I nodded. While she stepped a few paces down the hall, voice low against the phone, I turned to Brigette and placed the fruit basket carefully in her hands. The woven handle felt cool against my palms before I let go.“Go ahead inside. We’ll be right behind you.”Brigette accepted the basket with a small, worried smile and pushed the door open. The soft click of it closing behind her left the corridor quieter than before. I stayed where I was, watching Samantha’s profile as she listened. When the call ended she came bac

Mapping Out the Problem.

The master’s bedroom stayed quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets.Samantha couldn’t settle. She turned onto one side, then the other, pulled the covers higher, pushed them down again. I kept an arm around her through every shift, letting her move without restriction, my palm resting lightly against her back so she would feel I was still there.After a long stretch of restless motion she finally turned to face me. The city light that slipped past the curtains caught the worry in her eyes. She let out a quiet sigh.“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered. “What if the client pulls the order? What if this was only the first shipment they target? What if whoever did it already has the next one lined up?”I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and kept my voice steady.“None of those things are decided yet. Luis is already moving. The documents were clean. That alone gives us ground to stand on. One delay doesn’t erase the rest of the work you’ve

The McKenzie's Did It.

The conference room at Opticon Evo felt tighter than usual.Two days after the CFO returned from the final negotiation, the full team sat around the long table, Luis at the head, the CFO to his right, logistics and legal already in place with their folders open. The air carried the low tension of people who had spent the last stretch gathering proof and were now ready to set it down.Luis gave a short nod. The CFO spoke first, voice controlled but edged with anger.“The client pushed hard for daily compensation. I held the line and laid out every document we had, the clean permits, the timestamps, the internal customs codes that didn’t match a routine stop. When I told him I was prepared to bring the authorities in with the evidence already in hand, he folded.”She slid a transcript across the table.“He admitted the compensation demand was ordered. He was paid to create the pressure.”I kept my expression unreadable, but Samantha’s hand found mine under

The Real Mastermind Behind the Attack.

Once the stolen box was recovered and the private settlement locked in place, Opticon Evo settled back into its usual rhythm. The immediate crisis had passed. The lab returned to the steady hum of focused work.Samantha was deep in the final stretch of the Opticore-1 update, headphones on, screens filled with code and simulation windows. I stepped into the lab only long enough to rest a hand on her shoulder.“Don’t forget lunch,” I said. “I’m heading out to look at a few potential clients. I’ll be back later.”She nodded without fully looking away from the display, already pulled back into the work. I left her to it.The drive took me away from Brooklyn and toward the place Samantha still didn’t know existed, my private hub. The building looked ordinary from the outside. Inside, the security layers recognized me at once. I went straight to the study. The monitors woke as I entered.[Welcome back, Ms. Stonefield. What can I do for you today?]Ma

I'm Sulking From the Lack of Attention.

I returned to Opticon with a bag of snacks and a quiet determination to pull Samantha out of the code long enough to eat. The lab lights were still fully on. Outside the windows the sky had already gone dark, but she hadn’t moved from the monitor. Headphones on, posture locked, the same intense focus she wore when something critical was finally coming together.I didn’t interrupt. I ordered delivery instead, knowing dinner at home was not going to happen, then set the containers quietly on the side table. For the next stretch of time I simply stayed near, offering bites when her hand paused over the keyboard, holding a drink close enough for her to sip without looking away, cleaning the empty containers once they were finished. I straightened the papers on her office desk, answered a few low-priority messages, and watched the clock.By 10 PM, my patience had worn thin. She hadn’t glanced at me once in hours. I understood she was at the critical point

Massage and Release.

I kept my hands moving along the last of the knots in her lower back until the muscle stayed soft under my palms. Then I leaned closer, voice low against the curve of her ear.“Turn over. Lie on your back for me.”Samantha shifted slowly, the oil-slick mat sliding against her skin as she rolled. When she settled face-up her eyes were already heavier, lips parted, the flush from earlier still lingering across her cheeks and down her throat. I poured a little more warm oil into my hands and started at her shoulders again, only this time the strokes moved inward and down.My palms covered her breasts, squeezing gently at first, feeling the soft weight of them fill my hands. The oil made every movement glide. I worked in slow circles, thumbs brushing closer to her nipples with each pass until I finally caught them between finger and thumb and pinched, light, then firmer. Samantha’s breath caught. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth,

Work Kept Us Busy.

A full month after the Opticon crisis settled, the landscape in New York’s tech circle had already shifted.Bartolome Grant’s company no longer answered to its old name. A quiet subsidiary of MagentaX now held full control, though almost no one outside a very small circle knew the true source of the takeover. From the outside it simply looked like a foreign player had moved with surgical speed. The sudden change tipped the local balance. Grant Industries rebranded as Wireless Global and began making immediate waves.One of the first public moves was a partnership with Opticon Evo. Wireless Global would manufacture Home Security Orbs, the upgraded Opticore-1 would sit at the core of every unit. The collaboration pulled Samantha deeper into back-to-back deadlines.I found her in the lab one evening, still at her station long after most of the floor had emptied. She looked up when I set a container of food beside her keyboard, then stood and kissed me so

Bidding and Time Together.

I sat beside Samantha long after the rest of the floor had gone dark, watching her fingers move nonstop across the keyboard and trackpad. Every so often I set a fresh glass of water within reach or nudged a protein bar closer. Time to time I asked her to rest, even just a minute, but work-mode Samantha was as stubborn as I had ever been. All I could do was stay and support her.Sometime past eleven my phone lit up with a message from Lawrence.The message said, "Contractor bidding tomorrow. Moral support required. You owe me."I knew exactly what “moral support” meant. He had been in New York a full week and we still hadn’t seen each other.When Samantha finally stretched and began shutting down her machines, I waited until the last screen went black.“Lawrence wants me at the contractor bidding tomorrow,” I said. “He’s calling it moral support. Really he just wants to see me.”She turned in her chair, rubbing one eye with the heel of her hand.

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