All Chapters of Married to my Ex’s Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CleoHe lifted the glass in his hand and took a slow sip of the amber liquid inside, his gaze fixed on me.I let out a quiet scoff.“You have no idea.”He gave a small nod before turning his attention back to his drink.That was it. No follow-up questions. No attempt to make conversation. I frowned slightly. Most people would’ve taken that as an invitation to keep talking. Instead, he simply… left me alone. I took a moment to study his features. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, looking intentionally messy. Broad shoulders stretched beneath a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. There was something intimidating about him, even though he looked completely relaxed. And annoyingly enough, he was ridiculously attractive."Checking me out?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I felt a surge of heat rush to my cheeks."What? No," I said a little too quickly.He raised an eyebrow, and I immediately turned my attention back to my drink, hoping

CleoHe withdrew his hands and I almost cried out at the loss of contact. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck to steady myself. He captured my lips again and carried me out of the elevator. Somewhere in the distance, a door opened and clicked shut behind us. I was vaguely aware of the soft rhythm of his footsteps, then the slight shift as he climbed a short flight of stairs without slowing,never once breaking the kiss. Everything beyond him blurred into nothing. He pushed the bedroom door open and it closed softly behind us. Then he slowly lowered me to my feet, never breaking contact. His hand moved to the zipper at the side of my dress and slowly pulled it down. The fabric slipped effortlessly from my body, pooling at my feet. I lifted one leg and casually kicked the dress to the side of the room. I wasn't wearing a bra so I was standing there in nothing but my panties. He finally

Cleo The man who walked into the conference room was the last person I expected to see. My fingers tightened around the pen in my hand as my pulse thudded hard beneath my ribs. This couldn’t be happening. Of all the men in New York, why did it have to be him? The stranger from that night. The man whose face I had spent the past three weeks trying so hard to forget. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His expression was cold and unreadable, his posture straight and confident, as if the entire room belonged to him. He looked even more intimidating in the daylight. “Good afternoon,” he said as he took his place at the head of the table. His voice sent an unwanted shiver through me. “I apologize for keeping you all waiting.” The woman who had spoken earlier stepped forward. “Mr. Voss, this is Miss Cleo Marsh, representing Marsh Textiles. And this is their legal adviser, Mr. Bennett.” Our eyes finally met, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something flicker in

Cleo The next day, I was seated in Xavier’s office. He sat across from me, a black folder resting on the table between us. “Read it,” he said, pushing it towards me. “If there’s anything you don’t agree with, we can discuss it before making it official.” The first few pages covered the legal terms, definitions, responsibilities, and conditions of the agreement. I skimmed through them carefully before moving on to the sections that actually concerned our arrangement. The relationship would last for six months. During that time, we would publicly present ourselves as a couple. I would accompany Xavier to family dinners, company events, social gatherings, and other public appearances whenever necessary. We were expected to behave like a genuine couple whenever we were around his family or in public. The entire arrangement, including the existence and terms of the agreement, had to remain strictly confidential. Neither of us could disclose the agreement or its terms to anyone who wasn

CleoThe next morning, I woke up feeling like someone had spent the entire night pounding a hammer against my skull. I groaned and buried my face in a pillow. My head was killing me.I forced myself out of bed and hurried through my morning routine, only realizing how late I was when I glanced at the time.“Shit.”I barely had time to brush my hair properly before rushing out of my apartment. By the time I arrived at the office, my headache had eased slightly, although I still felt exhausted.Samantha had left a cup of coffee on my desk before I arrived. I picked it up to take a sip, but for some reason, the smell was nauseating. I immediately lowered the cup and frowned at it. Maybe it was a side effect of the hangover. I pushed the thought aside and set the cup down on the table. I had more important things to worry about.I turned on my laptop and started going through my emails. One of the first messages waiting for me was from Xavier. I took a quick look at the revised contract be