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Surely he won't hit his own sister. Right? The scared part of her brain won the battle and she went ahead and lied "um I-I'm good. I'm perfectly comfortable it's just that..." She stopped, choosing her words wisely "I just don't remember anything about you so it's kind of hard to see you more than a stranger" She scan his face to detect any sign of anger but none was there. Instead he looked down as if sad. He's probably sad. I mean of all things she should have forgotten, she forgot her own brother.

Brothers in Arms. Rowan stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to the air. “What a day." He muttered to himself. He takes one more step out to his bedroom with a coolness that was totally a contrast to the heat of the water. He ran a towel through his hair and walked toward the small wooden desk by the window. His eyes fell on the letters neatly stacked atop it , which were mostly about pack politics. He reached for one of them absentmindedly, his fingers grazing the edges of the rest making it slip from the table and fall to the ground.

Chapter 4 Mark's POV That night I almost lost two of the most important women in my life. First, justy left, but I checked my location on my phone and it told me that she was only a 15-minute drive away at a three-star hotel, so I decided to give her the night to cool off. Lucia wasn't as easy. She was always such a sensitive soul. After seeing how Justy had honestly overreacted, she wanted us to break up.

It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book. As I read it, I came to realize that some pages were missing but I read it anyway. And when I was done, it was given that one between Black Jesus and the Wise- thug killed my brother. So I called both the Wise- thug and Black Jesus to meet me at the warehouse urgently. This time, I hooked up a gun.

"Be careful. You never know what might happen tomorrow." Boaz laughs. "Well, I know what happens today. Both you and I, we’re out of the night shifters." I look away and rub my temple. "What do you have?" He drops a file onto the table. "A picture, yearbook and a record from the St. Louis hospital of an abortion performed that shows your girl and your brother go way back." He leans forward, his eyes gleaming."Since High school." I take the envelope and start flipping through it. My frown deepens when I see the familiar yearbook photo. "And?"

“I traveled from the other end of the world to this hellhole of a city, and I am jetlagged. I needed this, big bro.” Somehow, color returned to my cheeks upon hearing her last two words. Big bro. She was his sister. Of course, she was. Or else, why would she kiss him on the cheek and try to arm wrestle him if she weren’t his sibling? Elijah’s gaze flicked to me at the exact moment realization dawned upon me and he noticed how my stiff shoulders sagged in relief. Shit. I tore my gaze away from him and held out a hand towards her.

I was home, in my room, alone, with only Haunting Adeline for company. “Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.” The words fill my ears, this time, not from me. I jolted upright. The book slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. My gaze shot to my nightstand. And there he was. Zorin Lane. My brother’s best friend. The boy who would steal my biscuits and blame them on my brother, River. The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

He’d have sworn we all took it as discipline and strategy, but in all my twenty-nine years would I not be able to recognize punishment when I saw one. My baby brother burned too brightly for this world. He lacked patience, anywhere he went mayhem followed, and in our world, impatience left bodies in its wake. Alessandro tolerated it until the wrong eyes began to notice. Then he did what he knew how to do best, which was remove the problem before it could fester.

It might be updated in a few days. Please search for “My Brother-in-Law's Sinful Offer” if you can't find the previous cover, thank you. Love… PrettyDarlie 20/05/2025