Entangled With My Brother-in-law
"Oh God!" I moaned softly, the heat of Noah's breath hitting my neck as he
buried his face in it. His large arms wrapped tightly around me like he was telling me I was his forever.
My arms also found their way around his neck, my hand grabbing his soft blonde hair as his piercing gaze met mine.
His lips moved from my neck back to my lips where it was before. His tongue conquered mine while I squirmed inside and moaned in his mouth. I could feel his hot bulge pressing against my stomach.
"we shouldn't be doing this Noah" I said breaking the kiss.
"Why? Cause you're my brother's wife?" he questioned me, the corner of his soft full lips curling with a smirk.
He didn't wait for a reply before going back in for a kiss. This man I was making
out with on the kitchen counter was my
husband's brother.
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Nana thought she had it all a high-powered career, a stable marriage to her husband Simon, and a future carefully mapped out by their influential families. But behind closed doors, her perfect life unravels as Simon’s cold indifference leaves her lonely and questioning everything. When Noah, Simon’s charismatic younger half-brother, returns from overseas, he’s no longer the boy she remembers. Now, he’s all grown up and offering the understanding and attraction she’s been starved of.
As Simon’s betrayals cut deeper, Noah becomes her unexpected confidant, comforting her in ways she never imagined. Yet, beneath his caring facade, Noah has his own agenda, subtly steering Nana’s broken heart closer to his own. Torn between duty and desire, Nana finds herself trapped between two brothers: one who’s betrayed her and one who promises the passion she craves.
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Chapter: Chapter 29“Please, what?” I twisted my finger, curling it, dragging it against the soft, sensitive walls inside her. She tasted divine. I groaned, shoving my fingers back inside her, thrusting, curling, teasing. This time, I went deeper, stroking, teasing. I found that sensitive little spot that made her body go weak and pressed against it ruthlessly. Her thighs trembled. Her walls clenched tight again, desperate, begging. She got close. But I ripped my fingers away again. She whined. A frustrated, broken sound. “Simon, please—” I gripped her jaw, tilting her face up. Making her look at me. Her lips were swollen, wet from the cries and gasps that had slipped past them. Beautiful. “You don’t get to beg,” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “Not after what you did.” “What?” Her eyes shone with confusion. She was too wrecked to understand, to think properly. Good. I slipped my fingers past my lips, licking away the taste of her, savoring her. And then I stood, leaving her panti
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Chapter: Chapter 28 “Simon what are you doing?” Nana asked, her breath shuddering. I remained silent soaking in her disheveled state and ragged breaths. She looked so fucking beautiful, too beautiful. Every inch of her begged to be marked, bruised and tortured by me. Fuck I wanted to hurt her and make her enjoy every bit of it but I couldn’t. She was too pure for me. She tried to get up but I pushed her back, following as she landed softly on the bed, my hands found hers and pinned them above her head. More confusion flickered in those amber depths but I didn’t care. I needed more I wanted more. My blood ran hot rushing everywhere most especially my dick. I leaned into her ears, kissing the back close to her neck. My breath hit against her skin. Her breath hitched. “Simon” she called but her voice only dissipated with the air. I peeled back again. “I hate you Nana.” The words almost slipped out of my tongue but they remained in my head. “You have no idea how much I want to wreck you.” With
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Chapter: Chapter 27Nana was still crying. That soft, pathetic sound clawed at something deep inside me. It made my chest feel tight, my fingers twitch at my sides. Fucking Noah. It was always him. Always lingering, always finding a way to ruin what was mine. But the worst part? The part that made my jaw lock, my fists curl? Nana cared. She shouldn’t. She should be disgusted by him the way I was. She should hate him. She should have looked at him with nothing but dismissal, but instead, she was soft. Soft in ways she never should be with him. Her eyes had been wide, filled with something she had no business feeling for another man. For my fucking brother. The way she looked at him burned through me like gasoline to an open flame. And now she was crying for him. I hated it. Not just the sound, but the reason. That she was crying for something so pathetic, so unworthy. She cared too much, cared for people who didn’t deserve it, and it made me sick. But then, a thought—a dangerous, sickening
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Chapter: Chapter 26SIMONNoah sat at the counter of the small inbuilt bar, completely at ease in my house—like a wolf that had just wandered into the den of another, unbothered by whose territory he had just invaded. He held a glass of whiskey between his fingers, swirling the amber liquid as if he owned the place. A slow, smug smile curved his lips when his gaze met mine.I stilled, my body tensing before I even spoke. “What the hell are you doing here?” My voice came out low, tight, barely controlled.Noah took a lazy sip before setting the glass down, his expression deliberately casual. “Relax, big brother. I’m just being a good neighbor.”Nana turned to look at him, surprise flickering in her soft features. “Neighbor?”Noah chuckled, slow and amused, like he was enjoying a private joke. “Luigi sold his mansion to me. I’m the new owner.” His gaze flickered back to me, sharp and calculating. “We’re neighbors now, Simon.”The words rang in my ears like a goddamn siren. Of course. I should’ve known. Noa
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Chapter: Chapter 25NANA'S POVSimon was being nice now, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety creeping into my chest. Would this last? Or was this just another moment before the cold shoulder returned—before he started treating me like I was nothing more than some obsessed fan who annoyed him?Was it because I mentioned wanting a child? Was this his way of talking me out of it? Or had he actually realized how much he’d been hurting me?I wanted to believe it was the latter. God, I wanted to believe it.But Simon was unpredictable. Always.Even now, after he told me to stay away from Noah, I wanted to argue—but I didn’t. I just nodded and let the words settle inside me.Because that’s what I always did.I always chose him.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”His voice was smooth, drawing me back into the moment. I looked up, startled to find his eyes fixed on me.“Oh, uh…” I forced a small smile. “It’s nothing.”It was a lie. A clumsy, obvious one.Simon smirked. “You’re not a very good lia
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Chapter: Chapter 24 Simon’s POVNana was slipping away from me.It wasn’t obvious, not yet, but I could see the signs. The hesitation in her eyes. The way she didn’t lean into me like she used to. The lack of warmth in her voice when she said my name. It was my fault obviously but I couldn’t have her walking away. Never. She was mine to hurt alone. I led her through the restaurant, my grip around her wrist firm but not tight enough to raise suspicion. I preferred control wrapped in silk, not iron. People glanced as we passed—admiring, envious. The powerful CEO and his elegant wife. Picture perfect.Except she wasn’t adored. She was possessed.The host pulled out her chair, but I beat him to it, taking her hand and pressing my lips to her knuckles before guiding her down. A small gesture, a carefully placed thread in the unraveling fabric of her devotion.She stiffened for a moment, and then her eyes flickered—hope.Pathetic. Poor thing. I’d almost feel bad if she wasn’t such a fool for me. Even after e
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100 Days With Mr. Sebastian
Steffany, struggling after losing her job, unexpectedly agrees to a six-month contract marriage with Sebastian, a wealthy man desperate to avoid a forced marriage to another woman. Their first meeting is a disaster, but when they discover they’re both seeking the same arrangement, Steffany reluctantly accepts.
As she steps into the role of his wife, tensions rise when Sebastian’s manipulative sister, Andrea, makes it clear she despises Steffany. Just as things seem to settle, Steffany finds herself pregnant after a wild night with Sebastian. But when Sebastian is injured in an accident, a web of lies begins to unravel. His sister casts doubt on the paternity of the child, and a mysterious figure, Andrew, returns with dangerous secrets from Steffany’s past.
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Chapter: Chapter 20The moment I open the door, my world shatters. Two of Don Mario’s men stand there, as they always do, but their presence tonight feels heavier, darker. My heart plummets like a stone. "Well, don’t you look fancy," the bald one sneers, his oily grin spreading across his face. The dim light above reflects off his head, making him look more sinister. He turns to his partner, seeking approval for his vile comment, and chuckles as he glances back at me, licking his lower lip. His partner’s gray eyes sweep over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s taking inventory of every inch of my body. "I’d like to have a taste," he says, his voice low and mocking, sending a wave of cold dread rushing through me. My breath catches. My body stiffens, but I force myself to speak. "W-why are you here?" I stammer, though I already know the answer. My payment is due, and I don’t have it. The bald one tilts his head, his expression hardening. "Why are we here?" His voice drips with icy sarcasm. "Why d
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Chapter: Chapter 19Stephany>>> I don't get him. I really don't. Sebastian Sanders, the smug nepo baby who stained my dress with coffee and couldn’t bother to apologize, now looks... a little less than the irredeemable asshole I pegged him as. Even though I try to steer my attention elsewhere, my gaze betrays me. It’s like gravity, pulling me back to him again and again. The way his eyes stay fixed on the road, dark and intense, flickering with something I can’t define—it makes my stomach flutter against my will. The glow of the city lights spills through the windows, illuminating the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the faint shadow of stubble that dusts his skin. And then there are his hands. His veined, impossibly large hands grip the steering wheel with the kind of command that sends an electric current rippling through me. Every motion is deliberate, controlled, powerful. When his other hand moves, fingers slowly tugging at his tie, loosening it just enough to reveal the b
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Chapter: Chapter 18Sebastian's POV Stephany's eyes flicker nervously as I asked her what my brother said. "It's nothing I can't handle." she mutters, brushing the question off. I don't believe it but it's clear she doesn't want to talk about it. I drop my question in an attempt to ease her discomfort. I know the whole night has been nothing but suffocating for her and I wasn't going to add to it. Though the dinner is over, it's just the beginning and I am not going to back down. Apart from my mom, everyone else is still skeptical about my union with Stephany which means I need to convince them harder and I was just going to do that. My gaze hovers over Stephany who still looks uncomfortable and an idea sweeps my mind. Without a second thought, I sweep her off her feet resulting in an audible gasp from her. She looks at me with the most "
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Chapter: Chapter 17The tension at the table is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. I glance at Sebastian, his face a perfect mask of calm, though his clenched jaw betrays the effort it’s taking to hold his composure. Andrew, on the other hand, radiates a smug confidence, his fingers drumming lazily against the polished table as if he’s savoring the discomfort in the room. His gaze flickers to me, then back to Sebastian, and I realize this dinner isn’t just about me being introduced to the family—it’s some sort of game between them. Sebastian’s mother, oblivious or perhaps willfully ignoring the tension, claps her hands lightly to grab everyone’s attention. "Well! Now that we’re all here, let’s begin," she says brightly. Servants begin to bring out plates, their movements seamless and precise, but I can barely focus on the food. “So, Stephany,” Andrew starts, his voice slicing through the murmurs of small talk. “How did you and my dear brother meet?” My chest tightens as all eyes swing tow
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Chapter: Chapter Sixteen We arrive at a sprawling mansion nestled within an estate that feels worlds away from the bustling city of Las Vegas. The air itself carries a weight of luxury, the kind that wraps around you, almost suffocating in its opulence. I let out a shaky breath, silently reciting the details of the fabricated story Sebastian and I had rehearsed—the perfect lies of how we met, our supposed whirlwind romance, and the little personal touches he’d told me to memorize. The massive oak door emerges before me, a barrier between my world and the one I’m about to step into. Sebastian’s hand slips into mine, our fingers interlocking in an unexpectedly intimate gesture. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt through me, my pulse quickening in response. “Phew… okay, I can do this,” I mutter under my breath. Sebastian’s sharp gaze flicks toward me, and the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Relax. It’s going to be fine,” he says, his tone smooth and reassuring, though it does little
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Chapter: Chapter Fifteen “I…” I start, hesitating as the weight of my next words presses down on me. “I have a sister, Elise. She’s in college… it’s just the two of us now.” My voice falters, my gaze darting nervously between Sebastian’s piercing stare and the silence growing heavier around us. His expression doesn’t shift, his presence as unwavering as stone. “What about your parents?” he asks, his voice calm yet probing, as though he already suspects the answer. “No,” I blurt out, sharper than intended. “You can’t meet them.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Why not?” “They’re dead,” I whisper, the words slicing through me like glass. Each syllable is bitter and raw, leaving a sharp sting in their wake. For a moment, something flickers in his dark eyes. Guilt? Pity? Whatever it is, it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving only a faint shadow of humanity in his otherwise impenetrable gaze. “I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice holding a sincerity that catches me off guard. It’s unsettling—
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