Alle Kapitel von My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

SORENI sit in my car, watching the blonde woman approach the dark alley. Fuck. This seems to be getting serious…and out of hand. Not at all how I planned for it to go when I went down this path with her. Camille Graves is a gorgeous woman, but that is really not the reason why I seduced her and started having a full-blown affair with her. The main goal is getting intel, and she seemed to be the perfect eyes and ears no one would suspect. All of it is part of a bigger picture I had painted when I first approached Jade. She may be starting to piece some of the clues together, but she would never unearth the bigger picture. Why? Because she does not know the real me, even though we've been married for three years. She does not know what lies beneath this mask I wear…the monster I had to bury with repeated plastic surgery. If she knew…she would never be with me. She would have taken her son and run a long time ago. She’s only able to bear the fact that I'm a werewolf because I've

JADE “Do you just throw yourself at every man you see?!” I can't believe that Soren is hellbent on embarrassing me in front of his guests. People have stopped their discussions and fixed their attention on us. I can see their lips moving, can hear some of the things they are saying. ‘theres been some kind of tension between them since tonight? Is everything okay with their marriage?’ I feel withered to my bones, like a wet leaf. “I don’t know what crime I've committed this time,” I say in a calm voice, even though my insides are boiling like a cauldron. “I was simply trying to greet a man whom I thought was a business associate of your—” “Oh, really?” Soren snarls, getting in my face like a bully. He looks totally different from the man who seemed in control earlier…the man who had been greeting his guest with a wide grin. “Are you sure you stopped to think at all?” Before I can respond, he snatches up my wrist in his tight grip. “Come with me.” “Not so fast, Da

JADESomething hot explodes in my chest as our lips melt against each other. It's so hot that it throws me off balance and sends a shiver straight through me. I feel useless and powerless against the feeling as it sweeps me off my feet. As my purse slips out of my fingers, I crash into Knight’s chest and kiss him with everything in me. A moan rips from my gut as he captures my tongue and sucks the soul out of it. He wraps his big hand around my waist and pulls me flush against him, and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth in a way that feels so good, I would have swayed if he isn't holding so tightly to me. Fuck. This is what I've dreamt about for days and nights. But it doesn't just stop at fruition to reality. It's incredibly, mind-numbingly better than what I'd imagined and dreamt about. His tongue and his lips taste like wine, quickly getting me drunk and high on need. My fingers slide up his back and into his hair, gripping and angling his hair as my tongue delves deeper insi

JADEThe moment my car rolls up to the marble glass building, I get an eerie, intense feeling that something has drawn me here. Because why did I have to pick a cooking academy of all things as a form of decoy for my affair with Knight? As I turn off the ignition and get out of the car, there's a valet standing there with a polite smile. “Welcome to Chef’s Kiss, ma'am. I’ll take your car.” Smiling, I hand the keys over to him. “I trust it'll be in good hands.” “Absolutely, ma’am.” As he gets in the car and drives it off, I flick my hair behind my back and stare at the magnificent building. It’s really impressive for a cooking academy. Really…state-of-the-art. Smoothing my hand down the front of the cream, button-down dress clinging to my body, I suck in deep breaths. Then I walk up the interlocked floors to the lobby, and glide through the revolving doors to the reception. The smell of freshly baked bread wafts into my nostrils and I inhale deeply. My stomach growls softly, and

JADEAs I drive through the heavy black gates of the Morningstar mansion, the memories waste no second pouring into my consciousness. Memories of all the time I spent here as a child, none of which were pleasant. My most pleasant memories were with my mother, but they're locked away someplace unreachable at the moment. Some place far away…that has been barricaded by grief in its most wicked form. Pushing the thoughts aside, I park the car in the driveway. Then I head towards the house, observing the little changes in the surrounding. A large palm tree now stands on the left of the house, and surrounding it is a shrub of greenery, and high fences. The floors are still the interlocked pattern, shinier, the walls still the same smooth marble. I ring the doorbell at the front door because I don't know the passcode anymore, and I run my palm over my hair, smoothing it down. My nerves are a bit of a wreck, but I manage to appear as sophisticated as possible, checking out myself in the