All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Giving Her What She Wanted.

I held Samantha against my chest in the silence of the living room and let my mouth brush the shell of her ear.“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, then pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck, feeling the warm pulse under my lips.“You’re amazing.” Another kiss, this time lower, across the curve of her shoulder. My hand stroked down her back as I spoke, keeping every touch deliberate.Samantha’s soft giggle vibrated against me. She tried to duck her head, the old habit of brushing the words aside still there.“You don’t have to say all that…”I kept going, voice low and steady between each kiss.“You’re the strongest person I know.” My mouth found the place where her neck met her shoulder and lingered. “I’ve missed you so badly it hurts.”I pulled back just enough to see her face.“Will you let me have you tonight? Only if you want it. If you don’t, we can stay exactly like this. I just need you to know I miss you.”I stopped the kisses and simp

Sebastian's Still Her Brother.

Morning arrived soft and golden after the long, desperate night.Sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains in long, warm bands that crossed the tangled sheets and settled over our bare skin. The air in the room still carried the faint scent of last night’s sweat mixed with clean cotton, and the quiet itself felt like another layer of safety wrapped around us. After hours of almost feral claiming, the slower rhythm of morning made everything feel secure again.I was already awake, propped on one elbow, fingers moving gently through Samantha’s hair. Marks bloomed across both of us, faint bruises, the imprint of teeth, the red paths of nails, but hers were denser, scattered over her shoulders, breasts, and the insides of her thighs. When she shifted in her sleep and made a small sound, I pulled her closer at once, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and whispered against her skin.“I’ll make us breakfast.”I tried to ease out of her arms, but the

A Compromise Between Exes.

I watched the way Sebastian chose each word with care, eyes never leaving Samantha for long. When he finally seemed satisfied that she was stable, he let out a quiet sigh he clearly thought I missed. Then he leaned forward, and the tone in the room shifted with him.“You don’t need to explain anything,” he told Samantha. “I already looked into what happened.”Samantha flinched at the blunt admission, then released a breath of her own and glanced toward me. I interlaced our fingers and met Sebastian’s gaze with the same seriousness he had brought to the table.“What do you intend to do about it?” I asked. “You didn’t come all this way just to check on her.”Sebastian held my stare without looking away.“I did come to check on her. Our parents wanted to visit too, but I stopped them. I told them I would come alone. They’ve already caused her enough trouble.”A smirk tugged at my mouth before I could stop it.“So you’re finally using your brain aga

I'm Taking the Spotlight.

The day of MagentaX’s ribbon-cutting arrived under a clear sky and the low, steady roar of a city block that no longer belonged to ordinary traffic.Media vans lined the outer perimeter, their satellite dishes tilted toward the fifty-two-storey shell that would soon carry the company’s name. Every major player in the tech industry had shown up, along with partners, long-time clients, and investors who had crossed oceans from Europe for the official start of the renovation. A five-hundred-meter radius around the site had been sealed off; white tents stretched in clean rows, tables and chairs set with expensive catering, the décor kept deliberately minimal yet unmistakably costly. The air itself smelled of fresh coffee, cut flowers, and the faint metallic edge of new construction.Lawrence stood on the makeshift stage beside the contractor who had won the renovation bid while the Master of Ceremony opened the event. Samantha sat in the front VIP section wit

I am One of MagentaX's Founder.

“Ms. Mikayla Stonefield!”The name rang across the open space. I stood, smoothed the front of my jacket once, and walked toward the stage. For a few heartbeats the crowd seemed to freeze. Then Miguel rose and began to clap. Samantha followed at once. The Europeans who already knew the truth joined them, the sound spreading in a clear wave of recognition and support.Lawrence stepped to the edge of the stairs and offered his hand. I took it and let him guide me up. The Master of Ceremony passed me the microphone. From the raised platform the entire seating plan lay open in front of me, and the most satisfying reactions sat at the back.Silverstein remained seated, too stunned even to lift his hands. Albert and Dennis had managed to stand and clap, professional enough to hide the crack in their composure though their faces still carried raw shock. Sebastian’s expression was different, less surprise than confirmation, as if the last missing piece of

I Openly Declared my Counter.

Staff appeared almost at once with three chairs. They set them across from the Stonefield table with quiet precision, and the moment we sat the atmosphere shifted. The open-air celebration noise seemed to pull back, the space between the two groups tightened until the informal seating felt closer to a boardroom than a ribbon-cutting afterparty. Even the light under the tent seemed sharper.Kylie could not read the change. She opened her mouth and began talking, words spilling too fast.“This has to be a set-up. Lawrence helped her invent the whole identity for show because they’re friends. There’s no way Mikayla is actually MagentaX’s co-founder.”Silence answered her. The kind of silence that made the people nearby look less at Kylie herself and more at the company she kept, as if her presence alone lowered the temperature of the table. I only watched her, letting a lazy smirk settle into place while the weight of the moment pressed outward.

She Was Already Wet.

Albert left the venue with his jaw locked and Dennis half a step behind him. I watched the line of his back until the crowd closed around it and knew, without needing any further proof, that he would not hold back now. The sleeping weight I had named earlier was fully awake on both sides of the table.The after-party thinned in stages. People who had come only to support the public reveal began checking flight times and offering quiet goodbyes. Handshakes, brief embraces, promises to continue conversations once the jet lag cleared. The tents emptied by degrees until the four of us were free to leave without drawing more attention.We ended the night at a private club Miguel favored when he wanted walls that did not listen. The lighting stayed low, the music a distant pulse rather than a demand. Lawrence reached for a second drink, Miguel simply moved the glass farther away and kept one hand on the back of his neck. Lawrence did not argue. He leaned into the at

The Trail Ended on Dennis.

Morning found me already inside the secret hub after I dropped Samantha at Opticon.The screens cast a cool blue wash across the desk. Maximus ran complete background checks on every name I had flagged, digital trails unfolding in layered windows while a separate team continued the physical search for the photographer who had vanished after the Maspeth incident. The hum of the servers and the soft click of keys were the only sounds until the AI’s voice cut through them.[Error encountered. Transaction records wired to Carlos Fernandez from Dennis Lincoln cannot be fully retrieved.]I leaned back in the chair, eyes narrowing at the blocked path.“Stop. Change angles. Focus on Dennis Lincoln instead.”Maximus shifted. Another error tone followed almost immediately.[Access denied. Firewall integrity holds.]I tapped the desk once, then twice, considering the risk. Manual override was possible, but only up to a point. I tried the bypass myself; the

I Need To Act Faster.

The café felt smaller once Kylie was gone.Afternoon light slanted through the front windows in thin, dusty bands. The low murmur of other tables and the soft clink of cups seemed distant, as if the space around us had pulled back to leave only the two of us. Samantha looked at me with an expression that was almost a plea, please don’t ask for more, please don’t push past what I can give right now. The residual anger in her shoulders had already begun to ease into something quieter and more fragile.I took the chair Kylie had left and sat across from her. My hand found hers on the tabletop, then rubbed my thumb slowly across her knuckles, using the small motion to steady my own pulse before I trusted my voice again.When I finally spoke the questions came softer.“What part can you tell me? I’ll stop there. I won’t ask for the rest.”Samantha’s gaze loosened at the edges, relief moving through it. She let out a quiet breath.“Kylie wanted to put a c

Warning and Execution.

The executive floor of XGE carried the same polished it always had, glass walls, low carpet that swallowed footsteps, the faint scent of coffee and expensive cleaner. I went straight past the outer desks toward the conference room where Sebastian was running his regular meeting with the senior team. Voices murmured behind the frosted panel. A schedule board on the wall still listed the session as in progress.His assistant stepped into the doorway the moment he saw me, one hand lifting as if physical presence alone could stop the momentum. I moved past him without slowing and pushed the door open the rest of the way. The conversation inside cut off mid-sentence. Chairs shifted. Every head turned toward the interruption.The assistant recovered enough to speak toward the head of the table, voice tight with leftover panic.“Mr. Xavier, I tried to stop her-”The receptionist who had escorted me up finished the sentence from just behind my shoulder, alread

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