All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bedroom door wasn't even closed, and the first thing I saw was her. Long, blonde hair, clear skin. Skinny. She was everything I wasn't. Everything Skylar needed in a woman. That woman lying on the bed was confident in her skin. I mean, how could she not? She was perfect, had a body men would drool over, and one of those men was my husband, the father of the child growing in me. My husband, who was thrusting into her like he never wanted to be separated from her. Who was kissing and licking her skin like she was made of honey. I stared with my eyes wide, and I couldn't help but flinch when he kissed her chest and then trailed down to her stomach.No one would ever kiss me like that. He was naked as well, his skin glistening with sweat. Skylar was so engrossed in her that he didn't notice me standing there. His groans and moans echoed in my ears like a haunted chant, burning themselves into my brain. “Skylar,” I whispered so softly that I could barely hear myself, but he heard

The man standing in front of me had dark blue eyes so cold that I could feel a chill run down my spine just by looking into them. His dirty blonde hair was styled perfectly, not a single strand out of place. His cheekbones and jaw were so well structured that they looked like they were molded by himself. His straight nose wrinkled in disgust as he stared at me, and that snapped me out of my trance. “Oh, Damian!” my mother called, her voice loud with excitement. “We were just heading to dinner.”The man–Damian–didn’t look away from me, and his eyes were still fixed on mine as he took a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his suit and covered his nose. I blinked rapidly at him, taking a step back, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. Do I… do I stink? I resisted the urge to sniff myself. “Your daughter, I see,” Damian said, his voice just as cold as his eyes. He finally looked away from me and fixed that cold gaze on my mother. “The resemblance is uncanny.”My mother chuckled, bu

I turned my head slowly to Domian as he strode into my room. “Do the words ‘unpleasant’ have a new meaning, brother?” I asked, my head tilted, a frown between my brows. I was genuinely confused. Unpleasant? That angel’s pheromones are unpleasant? Huh? “The meaning is still the same the last time I checked,” he answered as he dropped into the sofa. “Everywhere I go in this damn house, I can smell her pheromones!”“You don’t like her,” Roman noted, his eyes narrowed.Ah, that would explain it.“She’s Elara’s daughter,” Domain snarled.“She’s not her mother,” I defended, my voice hard, and he stared at me with his nose wrinkled.“She has you wrapped around her finger already. You know you’re playing into Elara’s plans, right?”I looked away, saying nothing to that because I know. Elara was the kind of monster who would use her own daughter for her selfish desires.“So you see, Kiadora is not the enemy here,” I said, and he scoffed.“Already on first names.”Roman just watched us. Then

I gasped in Elias’ mouth, and he swallowed that, too, humming into my mouth as he kissed me like he was starving and I was a meal. His mouth moved smoothly on mine, going from the top lip to the bottom, giving each one attention. He sucked on my lips, his hands waving into my hair and digging into my scalp, and I couldn't help the little sound that I made. I couldn't help but melt into him, despite my brain screaming at me not to, telling me I need to pull away. The kiss went on too long, and my lungs began to burn. I hit his chest, telling him to stop, and he pulled away. I gasped, coughing as air rushed back to my lungs.He pulled my hair back from my face, his knuckles caressing my cheekbone. “Have you ever been kissed before, angel?” he asked, his voice rough.I looked away from him and the intense look in his eyes. “I-I have, but… but that was too…”He held my jaw gently and turned my face to him. “Intense?”I didn't know why, but my eyes dropped to his lips, and I couldn't he

My heart dropped, and the food I had eaten turned to ash in my stomach. I stared at her, all words failing me. Why did I think it was going to go smoothly, and she’ll just let me leave? Why did I think that for once, she would try to sympathize with me? That after everything I've been through, she’ll think, “Oh, she’s been through enough. She doesn't deserve any more suffering.” Why did I think that for once in my life, she would be a mother? She will think of someone other than herself? Was that really too much to ask? I haven't really asked her for anything, have I? I got married to improve our financial situation after she spent my father's money with reckless abandon after he died. I was only twenty-two! Yet I stepped up for us, and now I was asking for just one thing, and it was too much for her? “I’m not staying,” I said, my voice hard, looking into her eyes and making sure she saw that my mind was made up. “I’m not going to help you with whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself