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she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

I took a step closer, my voice low but filled with venom, “You don’t get to play the martyr here. You sacrificed me. You sold me out, fed me to the wolves, and washed your hands of it all. And now, after all this time, you want to pretend it was some noble act? Oh please.” Selene’s eyes were glossy now, but I felt no sympathy for her. Not after everything she had put me through. I loved her, despite everything she did to me, I still loved her. I thought that if I did everything she asked me to do, she would love me back but I was wrong. She never did, even now. “You’re right.” She said, her voice breaking, “I’m not your real mother. But I did what I thought was best…”

Then, without warning, her voice rang out, sharp and trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why do you need me? Can’t you just let me go? I hate you.” The words stung. They cut deeper than I was willing to admit. I stood still, absorbing her fury, but her hatred didn’t have the effect she was hoping for. It only made me more determined. More resolute. Her words barely had time to hang in the air before she raised her weak hands and slammed them—one after another—into my chest, her small fists landing with little force but full of rage. Each hit, though soft, was like a reminder of her pain, her struggle.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

“Is that your brother? I think he’s your lover. “I see. You’re my husband’s mistress, and you’re using his money to keep a lover, right?” Alarm bells rang in my head. Yelena then said with a cruel smile, “Bring the can of gasoline. I’ve eaten every delicacy, but I’ve never tasted roasted human meat. “Why don’t I let your lover taste your flesh?” Hunter dragged himself along the floor and spoke in a rough voice. “Don’t you dare! If anything happens to Wendy, I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death! Don’t count on Jacob to save you!”

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Chapter 4 (Xander's POV) She kisses like she wants to kill me. And fuck if I don’t want her to try. Sophia Laurent’s fingers are twisted in my shirt, her mouth hot and furious against mine, like she’s pouring every drop of fifteen years of hatred straight down my throat. I taste champagne and rage on her tongue. My hand stays locked at the back of her neck, holding her exactly where I want her, pressed against me, trapped, 'mine' .

My tone was stern and uncompromising, hoping it was enough to hold her at bay. Zoe laughed, and shook her head. “Why do I have to pay for another woman’s mistake? She hurt you, but I won't harm you. Not when I love you more than I love myself. You just don't want to give me a chance. You lied. You don't like me at all.” I sighed, feeling my head begin to ache. I shouldn't have accepted the ride. I looked out the window. We were almost at my place. “It's not that I don't like you Zoe. I find it hard to attach any romantic feelings towards you. You're more like a sister to me. Let's keep it at that.”

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