บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Wrong Brother : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

He fucks her like he hates her. Like he likes her. Like he's getting revenge on something. Like he can't decide which one is true. Every fuck punch is a moan out of her; high and desperate sounds she didn't know she could make. The wet sound of him pounding into her fills the room, she sensed a slick noise with every stroke, she could hear her own wetness on his cock.The sound makes her face burn and her pussy grips him tighter.“This sound is your juicy pussy begging for more.”“Oh – god, yes! Keep going— please…” She pushes her ass back. Harder. Desperately seeking for more that her body jolts forward with every brutal thrust.She feels it - A full body convulsion that she can't quite fully suppress – her back arches slightly off the floor, her legs tensed. Her pussy clenches around him in waves that make his hip stutter and she's shaking and screaming. He fucked her so differently, she felt like she was losing her sense of thought. “Fuck – Sabby,” Miller's rhythm intensifies as

He crossed the room and to her complete surprise, pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're up. Did the maids wake you? I told them to be careful."Sabrina barely heard him."What's going on?" Her voice shook despite her best effort to steady it. "Why are they packing my things?""We're not staying in South City," he said simply. "I don't live here, remember? We're heading back to North River. That's home. So is the headquarters I oversee."Relief flooded through her so fast it nearly buckled her knees, followed by something warmer, "That's really the only reason?" she asked."Get ready," he said instead. "We leave within the hour.”Miller didn't answer that directly. Finn showing up uninvited, calling her obsessively through the night, sending messages like some stray dog that refused to be chased off, had gotten under his skin far more than he wanted it to. The thought of him refusing to let her go stirred something inside him that felt dangerously close to jealousy and he was done co

He leaned close to her ear, his voice sending jolts of fear through her, “I'll get you back even if I die trying.”Her hand froze on the door handle. Sabrina was genuinely too stunned to speak. The spark in his eyes was no longer there. It's now replaced with something dark, maybe dangerous but it feels like trouble. Without a word, she got out and headed inside, fear slowly creeping in.She didn't wait for him to say anything else — she was out the door the second it unlocked, walking fast, refusing to look back, though her hands were trembling by the time she reached the entrance.Half an hour later, the venue buzzed with nervous energy, dozens of hopeful actors rehearsing lines under their breath. With her slot approaching, Sabrina slipped away to the restroom to brace herself."Well, well, well. If it isn't Sabrina Smith."Sabrina looked up into the mirror and felt her stomach twist. Elvira stood behind her, arms crossed, smiling like she'd just caught a prey.Her face became cold

Director James glanced at her before lowering his eyes to the script. “Well, Ms. Smith. Show us what you've got.”Sabrina nodded, ignoring the internal fear she was having, so it didn't reflect on her performance or way of speech but her heart still pounded so violently she thought everyone could hear it.She closed her eyes for one brief second.Then opened them again.The fear remained.But so did her determination.Then she began as she lowered herself into the chair at center stage."My husband used to tell me I'd never survive without him." A quiet laugh escaped her. "I believed him."She let the pause sit."I stopped speaking to my family because of my devotion to him. I quit my job. I buried every dream I'd ever had." Her voice stayed even, conversational, almost gentle. "I apologized every time he hurt me — because he always found a way to convince me it was my fault."The room had gone completely silent. Still, no tears touched her face.Then she stood, and her whole posture

Sabrina took a hot shower the moment she got back and crashed into her bed afterwards.Most of the staff had retired for the evening, leaving only the faint clink of porcelain from the distant kitchen.There was no sign of Miller and it was 9;45 already. She hadn't seen him all day and a part of her wanted to see him too bad. She ran her hands through her hair—recalling their last conversation and she had to admit she was a little too hard on him.There was a sudden knock at the door and her eyes snapped to it instantly.“Miller?” She stood up in anticipation.Sabrina had barely gotten to the door when Helen appeared at the doorway and her smile faded."Madame. Mrs. Samantha is in the living room.”"Miller isn't home." She replied and turned to walk back to her bed in disappointment."I know," Helen replied softly. "She's here to see you."Sabrina halts in her tracks. Her?Soon, she stepped into the large living room.Samantha was already there, sitting beside the window with a mug of