Todos los capítulos de Ex-Husband(Your Step-Brother Is Hotter): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

~A MOMENT~ AMAYA’S POV By the time I got to the top floor, Ethan was already in his sitting room. The place was quiet, warm, and dimly lit, creating an atmosphere that felt incredibly cozy and inviting. My eyes wandered until they landed on the private bar in the corner. Without saying anything, I walked over, climbed onto one of the tall stools, and reached for a bottle of wine. After studying it for a second, I poured myself a glass, finding the first sip to be far too smooth. I swallowed and exhaled, letting the warmth settle in my chest before pouring myself another. My mind drifted back to Brown and the way he had looked at me today, far too calm and controlled. That wasn’t like him at all. If Brown let Ariel and me leave without a fight, it only meant he was planning something bigger. I stared into the glass, my fingers tightening around it. Then I slid off the stool and turned, only to find Ethan standing right there. Fresh from the shower with his hair dam

~PLEASURE 1~ AMAYA My nightdress had ridden all the way up, to my waist. I was breathing fast, heart pounding. He reached down gently and fixed it, then slowly tucked my messy hair behind my ears, his fingers brushing my cheek. His eyes were locked on mine the whole time. I could feel him so hard now. His thick cock was pressed right between my open thighs, right against my bare, wet pussy. Only his pants were between us. His breathing was rough and heavy, hot against my skin. He looked like he was barely holding himself back. “What… are you doing?” I stuttered, my voice shaky. He didn’t say anything at first. He lowered his head slowly and hovered over my neck. His lips barely touched my skin, just soft, teasing kisses mixed with his hot breath. My eyes closed on their own. Every little touch sent tingles all over my body. I felt so exposed, so turned on. I knew right then I wanted this man. Why was I still holding back? This was my chance. Every

~AFTERMATH~ AMAYA’S POV I woke sometime in the middle of the night, feeling the weight of Ethan’s arm wrapped securely around my waist. My back was pressed against his warm chest, his steady breathing fanning the back of my neck. He was sound asleep. How was I supposed to get out of this without waking him? Carefully, I tried to ease his arm away and slip free, but his brows barely twitched. Instead of letting go, he let out a sleepy breath and instinctively pulled me closer, tightening his hold around me until I froze completely. I waited a few seconds before trying again. The result was the same. He shifted slightly, settling me more comfortably against him as though his body had already decided I belonged there. A frustrated sigh left my lips as I whispered a quiet "great" to myself. After two more failed attempts, I completely gave up, deciding that maybe I could wait just a little longer. Closing my eyes, I allowed the warmth surrounding me to lull me

~TENSION~ AMAYA’S POV The moment I walked into my new workspace, I felt the stares, some curious and others openly hostile. To them, I wasn’t the chairman’s wife, but simply the new secretary who had somehow landed the job of working directly under Mr. Ethan Stiles. I ignored the whispers and headed toward my desk. Before I could get closer, a cheerful voice stopped me. “Welcome, Mrs. Hilton.” I turned to see a young woman smiling brightly at me. I returned the smile. “No, please. Just call me Amaya.” “Okay, Amaya.” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Nelly.” I shook it. Before I could say another word, she leaned in conspiratorially and lowered her voice. “I’m the person who knows everything that happens in this company,” she said. I raised a brow. “Oh?” She nodded proudly. “Everything.” Then she grinned. “Including the fact that you’re the CEO’s wife.” I couldn’t help letting out a dry laugh. “Doesn’t everyone here know that already?” Nelly shook h

~KNOW YOUR PLACE~ AMAYA’S POV I lowered my gaze to the untouched glass of water in front of me, absentmindedly tracing the rim with my fingertip. “I don’t know,” I admitted after a long silence. “I haven’t really thought about how to go about it.” Ethan didn’t interrupt. “I know I want out,” I continued quietly. “I’ve wanted out for years. But Brown isn’t the kind of man who signs papers and walks away. He would see it as me challenging him.” “He would,” Ethan agreed. I looked up at him. “And that’s exactly why I should be careful.” I sighed. “I’m not scared of the divorce itself.” My voice softened. “I’m scared of what he’ll do after I ask for one.” Ethan leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. I continued, “I’ve lived with Brown for years, and I can tell you he can be very dangerous when he wants to be. He’s abusive. He treated me like I was nothing, yet he would never let me go.” I intertwined my fingers on the table, staring down at them