All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Richard sat propped against the thin hospital pillows, the white sheets pulled halfway up his chest like a surrender flag. The room smelled of antiseptic and something faintly metallic that never quite left these places. Outside the window the sky was a washed-out gray, the kind that made everything look tired. He had been here more than a day now, though time had stopped mattering the moment they wheeled him in. The heartbreak sat heavier than any physical pain. Fiona’s face still flickered behind his eyes every time he closed them—smiling at first, then turning cold, then gone.No one had come. Not his mother. Not his brother. Not a single cousin or old friend from the office parties that used to fill his nights. The only constant presence was the soft-soled footsteps of Nurse Iva, who moved through the room like she had decided long ago that silence could be company too.She poured water into a plastic cup and held it out. The ice had already melted into a thin layer at the top

Emily stepped out of the car first, the night air cool against her bare arms. She glanced at her wristwatch under the glow of the streetlamp, it's almost nine in the evening. The apartment building loomed quiet and ordinary, nothing like the chaos that had been swirling in her chest all day. Sean closed the passenger door behind him and came around to her side, his footsteps soft on the pavement. “They should be fucking now,” he said, voice low and flirtatious. Emily scoffed, then turned to face him fully, eyes narrowed. “You are so dirty minded,very dirty minded.” she said, her words came out hotter than she intended, anger rising quick because it was easier than the other feelings clawing at her. Sean didn’t flinch, he just tilted his head, studying her the way he always did when he wanted to taunt someone. “You think they won’t make out after weeks of not doing anything?” His tone stayed casual, but there was something steady underneath it, he already knew the answer a

Harrington’s Mansion-8pmMr. Harrington lay on his side in the dim quiet of their bedroom, one arm curled securely around his wife’s waist beneath the heavy duvet.Mrs. Harrington’s head rested on his chest, her breathing soft against his skin, he could feel the tension still lingering in her shoulders.“Why are you so quiet?” he asked, voice low and rough with the hour.She didn’t lift her head. “I don’t know.”He shifted just enough to look down at her. Moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains and caught the wet shine in her eyes. “Your eyes say it all. What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”Mrs. Harrington was silent for a long moment. When she finally spoke, the words came out thin and tired. “It’s about Knox, I’m worried about him. He doesn’t look fine, ever since the whole marriage arrangement with Emily.”Mr. Harrington’s hand stroked slow circles along her back. “I think he’ll be fine, he’ll realise we made the best decision for him. He can’t wait forever for Kendra…”“We

“I used to lie awake wondering if you’d ever let me in,” he continued, voice low and steady. “I’d watch you with Emily, seeing you with Langston, with everyone, and I’d think, ‘She has so much love to give, and I just want to be allowed to receive some of it.’ But last night…holding you, being inside you, hearing you say you love me while you came apart in my arms, I felt like I could finally breathe for the first time in months.” Kendra’s eyes stung. She closed the space between them.and kissed him, soft and unhurried. When they parted she stayed close enough that their noses brushed. “I was scared I’d ruin us by needing too much. By wanting to be held every night and texted every morning and told I mattered. I thought if I kept you at arm’s length I’d protect myself. Instead I just hurt us both.” Knox’s hand slid down her back, palm warm against the curve of her waist. “You can never need too much from me, I’m the one who wants to give it. I wanna give you every clingy text. E

Knox’s hands settled on her hips, steadying her. He pulled almost all the way out, the slick drag of her walls around him making them both shudder, then drove back in deep. He could watch everything in the mirror: the way her breasts swayed with each thrust, the parted lips, the glassy eyes, the flush spreading down her chest. He set a rhythm that was deep at first, letting her feel every thick inch. “Look at yourself,” he murmured, voice rough. “Look how perfectly you take me. Damn baby, this pretty pussy was made for my cock.” One hand slid around to cup her breast again, thumb flicking the stiffened nipple. The other stayed on her hip, guiding her back to meet every stroke. Kendra couldn’t look away from their reflection. Watching him move behind her, watching the place where their bodies joined, only heightened every sensation. She reached back with one hand and gripped his thigh, nails digging in lightly. “Harder…please, Knox. I need it harder.” He gave her exact