All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Both Siblings Under My Leash.

During breakfast the next morning, Sebastian was unusually affectionate.Instead of sitting across from me as he normally did, he pulled out the chair right beside mine and sat close enough that our thighs pressed together under the table. His hand rested possessively on my thigh, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against my skin. Every few moments he leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple or tucking my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering far longer than necessary.Samantha walked into the dining room, looking radiant in her work attire, a bright, genuine smile already forming on her lips as she prepared to greet us. The moment her eyes landed on Sebastian’s hand hidden beneath the table and the way he was practically draped over me, her expression crumbled. The smile faltered, replaced by a flash of raw hurt that she tried, and failed, to hide.“Good morning, brother. Big sis,” she greeted quietly, her voice softer than usual. She avoided loo

She Came While Sober.

Inside the car, I slid into the backseat with Samantha. Sebastian frowned deeply, glancing at us both through the rearview mirror. “Mikayla, you should be in the passenger seat,” he said, his voice carrying that commanding tone again. “Honey, Samantha’s still emotional. Please understand,” I softened my voice, letting it wrap around him like silk until he couldn’t argue. “Fine. Just this once,” he conceded with a sigh and started the engine. I blew him a playful kiss. Sebastian chuckled, visibly pleased as he caught it in the mirror. But the moment his eyes returned to the road, my hand found Samantha’s thigh. I started slow, comforting strokes at first, then grew bolder, sliding higher beneath the hem of her skirt. Sebastian focused on driving and launched into business talk. “Sweetheart, when will you drop by my company? I need your expertise on a contract. The board… they suddenly don’t trust my judgment. They’re requesting you in the ne

Helping Her Learn.

The door to my office clicked shut as Samantha left, her steps still slightly unsteady from what we had done in the elevator. I watched her go for a moment, a dark satisfaction curling in my chest, before turning back to my desk. Work never stopped, and neither did my plans.I opened my laptop and immediately dialed Lawrence through a secure, encrypted line. He picked up on the second ring.“Boss,” his calm, professional voice came through clearly. “What do you need?”“Samantha’s program,” I said without preamble, leaning back in my chair. “Run it on your end. I want a full analysis. Quietly. No traces.”“Understood. Give me a few hours.”I spent the time reviewing other reports, but my mind kept drifting to Samantha, the way she had trembled against me, the soft sounds she made, the confusion that slowly shifted to acceptance. And she was becoming exactly what I needed her to be.••••••••Lawrence called back later that afternoon.“I’ve gone thr

Making Truth Out of a Lie.

By 6 PM, my phone vibrated on the desk. Sebastian’s name flashed across the screen.“I’m on my way to pick you both up,” he said when I answered. His voice sounded tired but trying.I hung up and quickly texted Samantha: "Sebastian’s coming. Wrap up your work and come to my office."Moments later, Samantha slipped through the door. I didn’t waste a second. I pulled her onto the couch immediately, guiding her to straddle my lap. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close as I buried my face against her neck, inhaling her sweet, familiar scent.“Sam…” I murmured, voice low and serious against her skin. “We lied to your brother. But I’ll make it the truth. I contacted someone to give you private lessons. Your program is already the core for this project. We just need to optimize it. I’ll back it fully, but I want you to do it. You’ll optimize your own work. You’ll defend it. There will be competition. People will question my decision for choosing i

A Supportive Wife at Play.

The XGE boardroom was thick with tension, the kind that pressed heavily on the chest and made every breath feel labored.Dim, cool light from recessed ceiling fixtures cast long shadows across the long, polished mahogany table. The air carried the faint scent of expensive coffee, leather chairs, and barely concealed ambition. Eleven board members sat in their usual seats, sharp suits, immaculate grooming, eyes like predators waiting for weakness. They were not here for the good of the company. They were here to protect their dividends, their influence, and their own necks.Sebastian sat at the head of the table like a king under siege, jaw locked, fingers drumming once against the armrest before he forced them still. Fury simmered just beneath his composed surface.I sat beside him, posture elegant and composed, legs crossed, hands resting lightly on the table. My eyes moved slowly across each face, reading them like an open book, the slight twitch of

The Arrival of Miguel Clint.

After finishing my business at XGE, I drove straight to the airport. The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. The city lights started to flicker on as I navigated the busy roads. I already had a temporary position ready for the senior architect Lawrence had arranged. Everything was prepared quietly, with no loose ends. When I reached the arrival area, Miguel Clint was already waiting. He stood tall in his mid-forties, with broad shoulders and a soft, warm smile that appeared the moment he saw me. His eyes lit up with genuine happiness, the kind that reached the small lines around his eyes. “Mikayla! So glad to see you again,” Miguel said, pulling me into a tight, familiar hug. He kissed my cheek lightly, his cologne, filling my nose. “Oh Miguel. You look younger,” I teased, smiling as I hugged him back. His laugh was deep and comforting, the same as always. We didn’t stay long in the crowded airport. The noise of rolling

Making Her Crave More.

After Miguel was formally introduced, I already gave him his work schedule. Every weekday he would give a 45-minute lecture for those who signed up to participate. While every 6 PM after official working hours were done, he and Samantha would separately go to one of my hidden properties.It was a small apartment enough for a single person to live in. Not grand. Not luxurious enough to gain attention from someone who decided to do a background check on her.The room was filled with high-end computers and everything Miguel needed for the private lessons he would be giving her.When everything was agreed on, I drove Miguel to the hotel and went home after.The moment I arrived at the estate, Sebastian wasn’t there. So I checked my phone to trace where he could be. I wasn’t surprised to see the GPS tracker stayed in Kylie’s penthouse apartment he bought for her.He had been laying low and went home early for a couple of days, but now he was back to sneak around

The Marital Bed for Affairs.

I made Samantha focus on the sensation I was giving her rather than getting distracted on the bed we were using.So I rubbed her clit in circles as my free hand slid two fingers inside her now wet pussy. I curled my fingers inside, stretching her wide open, making her feel every move I did with my fingers.Her back arched as she moaned. The slow pumping was making her impatient. And I deliberately slowed down and pulled my fingers out to massage her thighs, which made her whimper from the emptiness.I wanted her to beg for it. To tell me what to do. And the longer she hesitated to beg, the more I got aroused.“Hnng… I… I want more…” she finally gave up, when I refused to pour my attention back on her dripping pussy.And I smirked mischievously as her face turned fully red from embarrassment.To reward her for being brave enough to ask for more, I leaned down and sucked on her clit with such hunger. Pressing her thighs down to keep them wide open for me.T

A Marriage Alliance for Samantha?

The next day, Samantha and I left for the luncheon that had already been scheduled.The high-end restaurant was quiet and elegant, with soft lighting, crystal glasses, and the faint smell of fresh flowers and expensive wine. We were guided to our table, where Mr. Dylan Welterton, the CEO’s son, was already waiting with the Project Director Elmer Giovanne. A third person stood nearby, probably the assistant holding a folder.As requested, I only brought Samantha with me. The way Dylan was eyeing her didn’t sit right with me. His gaze lingered too long on her face, then slowly moved down her body, a hungry look in his eyes.He stood up and offered to pull our chairs, sitting beside Samantha after. It was obvious he immediately took an interest in her. His hand brushed her arm “accidentally” as he sat down, and he leaned a little too close when he spoke to her.I offered my warmest smile and the conversation started with business. Elmer led most of the ta

Being Me with the Right People.

The first day of Miguel’s lecture had already ended by the time we returned to SOT. The energy in the main workspace still buzzed with excitement. Engineers, architects, and the newly hired interns crowded around Miguel’s desk. Some clutched notebooks, others held tablets, all leaning in eagerly as they asked questions and scribbled down his answers.The sight brought a small smile to my lips. It looked like a real success.Samantha didn’t follow me into my office. She gave me a quick nod and headed straight to the lab, her steps light but focused. I watched her go for a moment before stepping inside my own space.Miguel caught my eye as I passed by. He flashed me a wide grin and a nod, but I didn’t walk closer. The group around him was still hanging on every word, and I didn’t want to break the flow.Once I settled behind my desk, I wasted no time. I pulled out the contracts waiting for review, flipping through the pages carefully before signing where needed. T

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