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2025-04-17 23:15:32Selene's POV
I looked up. The man beside me was devastatingly handsome. Dark hair, intense brown eyes, an expensive suit that screamed power. He radiated confidence, the kind that made people either fear you or fall for you. “You look like you need something stronger, but I wouldn't advice a pretty lady takes much.” His eyes that held me still. Dark. Intense. Like he saw straight through me. I swallowed. “Yeah but I don’t usually drink.” His gaze flicked to my untouched glass. “That obvious” He paused and then spoke out “Let me guess,” he murmured. “A man?” I exhaled. “How do you know?” He smirked. “Because no lady drinks alone like this unless they’re trying to forget someone.” I studied him. “And you? What are you trying to forget?” His expression didn’t change. “I don’t forget.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I turned back to my drink, swallowing another sip. The alcohol burned, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ache inside me. "What's your name?" He inquired for a brief moment and I creased my brows slightly. "Selene" I answered curtly. "Do you want to go home now?" He suddenly asked. “I don’t have a home anymore,” I muttered, more to myself than him. The man frowned slightly. “What?” I exhaled. “Nothing. I just… I don’t want to go back to my home at the moment, anywhere but not there.” Silence stretched between us. Then, his voice, low, measured. “Do you want me to take you to my place instead? Don't worry, I don't bite.” I hesitated. Then, shook my head. “ If you feel comfortable doing that, I would appreciate” His eyes darkened slightly, studying me. He didn’t ask questions. He simply nodded and stood up, helping me stand up as we walked out of bar into his car. Few moments later, the sleek black car stopped in front of a towering estate. I barely noticed as he helped me out of the car, guiding me inside. The house was quiet. The air smelled like his expensive cologne. I swayed slightly on my steps, the alcohol finally catching up to me. But he steadied me. “You should rest.” I let him lead me into a guest bedroom. The bed was large, the sheets crisp. He turned to leave, but I caught his wrist. “Stay please,” I whispered, the effects of the alcohol getting into my head stronger than before as I suddenly felt hot. His jaw tightened. “Selene—” I rose onto my toes, brushing my lips against his and he froze. Then, with a quiet curse, he pulled back. “You’re not thinking straight, I don't take advantage of drunk women” But I wasn't thinking. For the first time tonight, I wasn’t drowning. I was strangely burning for his touch. I reached for him again, this time fisting his shirt, pulling him down to myself. He inhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread as I could feel he was already growing hard in his pants. My lips parted, my breath warm against his mouth. "Just this night and I'll disappear, no complications, besides I want this” I whispered, as my hands moved to the hem of my dress, pulling it off from my body, standing completely naked before him. Something in him snapped the moment his gaze ran down my body, he lost control. His hands cupped my face suddenly, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was fierce, desperate—like he had been waiting for this moment. I gasped as his fingers slid down backside, pressing me flush against him. I had never been kissed like this. Never been touched like this. His grip tightened, but he pulled back, breathing heavily. “We shouldn’t do this,” he rasped. " Please, tell me to stop" My fingers tangled in his hair. “I don’t care, I don't want you to stop~” He exhaled harshly, then crashed his lips to mine again as he pulled off his own shirt, carrying me up against the wall, his hard cock grinding my parted thighs, feeling the heated friction. I threw my head back in pleasure as he buried his head in my chest, kissing my cleavages until he finally moved away from the wall with me and dropped me on the bed. Settling in between my already exposed entrance, he thrust in.
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Selene The first thing I noticed was the silence. No honking cars. No voices. Just the soft rustle of linen against my skin and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The second thing was the headache. A sharp, pulsing pain at my temples, the kind that screamed of too much alcohol and too many regrets. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open. The room was bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains that fluttered slightly from the central air. Then, realization slammed into me like a freight train. This wasn’t my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat. I shot up, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. The room was stunning modern, sleek, and insanely expensive. A penthouse suite. I turned my head and found the other side of the bed empty. For a moment, I sat there, heart pounding, trying to put the pieces together. Last night. At the bar. The whiskey. The man with the intense eyes and the quiet confidence. Oh, God. I had slept with a stranger.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 004
Selene~ A text came in at sunset again from the same number. Dominic: You might want to wear something stunning. A car will pick you up at eight. I stared at the message, my fingers gripping the phone tighter than necessary. This was insane. Why had I agreed to this? Why had I accepted an invitation from a man I barely knew—one whose name I hadn’t even learned until this morning when the hotel concierge where I lodged mentioned it? Dominic. A powerful name. A commanding presence. A man whose touch had erased my pain for one reckless night. But that was all it was supposed to be—one night. And yet, here I was, standing in front of my vanity mirror, slipping into a dress I hadn’t worn since before my marriage crumbled. The deep red silk hugged my curves like a second skin, the thigh-high slit scandalous enough to turn heads. For once, I wanted to be seen. Not pitied. Not broken. I inhaled sharply, pushing down the nerves. Who was Dominic? And why had he sought me o
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 005
Selene~ I stared at him, my mind refusing to process everything all at once. Dominic’s expression remained unreadable, as if he had just proposed a business deal rather than something that would alter the course of my entire life. I let out a shaky laugh, disbelief creeping into my voice. "You must be out of your mind." Dominic didn’t flinch. "On the contrary, Selene. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life." I shook my head, stepping back, needing distance. "Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?" Dominic exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. "I need an heir." I blinked. "And?" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 006
1 year later. Selene~ I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinners, lingering touches we both pretended meant nothing, and midnight cries I hid in the pillow when no one was watching. The contract was over and I was free. So why did I feel like I was about to break my own heart? I zipped the suitcase shut, the sound of it slicing through the silence like a knife. I grabbed my coat, took one last look at the room that had truly felt like mine, and walked out. The floors of Dominic’s mansion echoed with my every step as I descended the staircase, half-expecting him not to be here, he was always off in a meeting, handling some empire-shaking crisis, or flying to God-knows-where for a board vote.But today? Today, he was waiting. He came down the stairs sl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-22Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 007
Selene~ I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind. Was it guilt? Grief? Or just the cruel ache of separation? I didn’t know anymore. I wiped at my face quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I looked around the room, all beige walls and sterile furniture. Clean. Empty. Impersonal. Which was perfect. I didn’t want anything reminding me of what I’d just walked away from. Not the way Dominic’s voice had cracked when he asked if I was sure. Not the feel of Ariana’s soft curls beneath my chin when I held her for the last time this morning. And definitely not the way my heart had twisted when Dominic said it was never fake for him. I got up and walked over to the mirror, the hotel slippers slapping softly against the tiled floor.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 008
Selene~~The following morning, the city pulsed around me with its usual rhythm, honking taxis, clattering heels on pavement, but none of it seemed to touch me. I stood still, watching my reflection in the mirror of my hotel room.I looked… different.Not drastically. Not enough for someone on the street to stop and stare, but enough for me to feel it in my bones. My blouse was crisp white, tucked into charcoal-gray slacks that hugged my hips in a way that screamed ambition. My hair was pinned into a soft chignon, my makeup minimal, save for the confident stroke of eyeliner that made my dark eyes look sharper than they’d ever felt.“Today is not about him, Selene,” I murmured to my reflection. “Today is about me, focus.”I reached for my bag, hesitating only a second when I glanced at my phone. No messages, no missed calls. The silence was both a relief and an ache.I walked out of my room, the cab I already booked waiting.The ride to City Heart's campus was uneventful.The driver wa
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-23Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 009
Selene POV. The office was white. Not cream, not ivory—white. The walls, the blinds, the ceiling tiles. There was nothing warm or inviting about it. It was sterile, professional, and smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol. I felt small in it. Especially when I had walked in and saw him. Dominic. He was seated behind the sleek glass desk, a tablet in hand, flipping through what I assumed was my resume or application. His expression was unreadable, lips set in a firm line, brows slightly furrowed. He looked up, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. “Miss Stephens,” he said finally, tone clipped and professional, like he was speaking to any other applicant. “Please, have a seat.” I hesitated before sitting across from him, my heart knocking against my chest. The last time I saw him, I walked out of his house with a baby in his arms and ten million dollars in my account. And now… he was interviewing me? He tapped the screen. “You majored in pre-medical studies. You graduated top of you
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-24Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 001
Selene's POV I wanted tonight to be special. A soft smile played on my lips as I lit the last candle in the dining. The aroma of roasted meat and creamy mashed potatoes filled the air, mixing with the subtle fragrance of the deep red roses I had picked out just for him. Adrian had been so distant lately. Always working late, always coming home exhausted, barely sparing me a glance. But tonight was supposed to remind him of us—of what we had built together, of the love we had promised each other five years ago. I smoothed my hands over the black lace dress hugging my figure, excitement bubbling in my chest. He’s going to love this. The clock on the wall read 8:47 PM. He was late. Again. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stay positive. He’s probably just caught up at work. I picked up my phone, dialing his number. It rang once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail. A frown tugged at my lips. I tried again. Same thing. A strange feeling crawled up my spine,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17
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Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 009
Selene POV. The office was white. Not cream, not ivory—white. The walls, the blinds, the ceiling tiles. There was nothing warm or inviting about it. It was sterile, professional, and smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol. I felt small in it. Especially when I had walked in and saw him. Dominic. He was seated behind the sleek glass desk, a tablet in hand, flipping through what I assumed was my resume or application. His expression was unreadable, lips set in a firm line, brows slightly furrowed. He looked up, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. “Miss Stephens,” he said finally, tone clipped and professional, like he was speaking to any other applicant. “Please, have a seat.” I hesitated before sitting across from him, my heart knocking against my chest. The last time I saw him, I walked out of his house with a baby in his arms and ten million dollars in my account. And now… he was interviewing me? He tapped the screen. “You majored in pre-medical studies. You graduated top of you
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 008
Selene~~The following morning, the city pulsed around me with its usual rhythm, honking taxis, clattering heels on pavement, but none of it seemed to touch me. I stood still, watching my reflection in the mirror of my hotel room.I looked… different.Not drastically. Not enough for someone on the street to stop and stare, but enough for me to feel it in my bones. My blouse was crisp white, tucked into charcoal-gray slacks that hugged my hips in a way that screamed ambition. My hair was pinned into a soft chignon, my makeup minimal, save for the confident stroke of eyeliner that made my dark eyes look sharper than they’d ever felt.“Today is not about him, Selene,” I murmured to my reflection. “Today is about me, focus.”I reached for my bag, hesitating only a second when I glanced at my phone. No messages, no missed calls. The silence was both a relief and an ache.I walked out of my room, the cab I already booked waiting.The ride to City Heart's campus was uneventful.The driver wa
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 007
Selene~ I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind. Was it guilt? Grief? Or just the cruel ache of separation? I didn’t know anymore. I wiped at my face quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I looked around the room, all beige walls and sterile furniture. Clean. Empty. Impersonal. Which was perfect. I didn’t want anything reminding me of what I’d just walked away from. Not the way Dominic’s voice had cracked when he asked if I was sure. Not the feel of Ariana’s soft curls beneath my chin when I held her for the last time this morning. And definitely not the way my heart had twisted when Dominic said it was never fake for him. I got up and walked over to the mirror, the hotel slippers slapping softly against the tiled floor.
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 006
1 year later. Selene~ I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinners, lingering touches we both pretended meant nothing, and midnight cries I hid in the pillow when no one was watching. The contract was over and I was free. So why did I feel like I was about to break my own heart? I zipped the suitcase shut, the sound of it slicing through the silence like a knife. I grabbed my coat, took one last look at the room that had truly felt like mine, and walked out. The floors of Dominic’s mansion echoed with my every step as I descended the staircase, half-expecting him not to be here, he was always off in a meeting, handling some empire-shaking crisis, or flying to God-knows-where for a board vote.But today? Today, he was waiting. He came down the stairs sl
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 005
Selene~ I stared at him, my mind refusing to process everything all at once. Dominic’s expression remained unreadable, as if he had just proposed a business deal rather than something that would alter the course of my entire life. I let out a shaky laugh, disbelief creeping into my voice. "You must be out of your mind." Dominic didn’t flinch. "On the contrary, Selene. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life." I shook my head, stepping back, needing distance. "Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?" Dominic exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. "I need an heir." I blinked. "And?" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future.
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 004
Selene~ A text came in at sunset again from the same number. Dominic: You might want to wear something stunning. A car will pick you up at eight. I stared at the message, my fingers gripping the phone tighter than necessary. This was insane. Why had I agreed to this? Why had I accepted an invitation from a man I barely knew—one whose name I hadn’t even learned until this morning when the hotel concierge where I lodged mentioned it? Dominic. A powerful name. A commanding presence. A man whose touch had erased my pain for one reckless night. But that was all it was supposed to be—one night. And yet, here I was, standing in front of my vanity mirror, slipping into a dress I hadn’t worn since before my marriage crumbled. The deep red silk hugged my curves like a second skin, the thigh-high slit scandalous enough to turn heads. For once, I wanted to be seen. Not pitied. Not broken. I inhaled sharply, pushing down the nerves. Who was Dominic? And why had he sought me o
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 003
Selene The first thing I noticed was the silence. No honking cars. No voices. Just the soft rustle of linen against my skin and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The second thing was the headache. A sharp, pulsing pain at my temples, the kind that screamed of too much alcohol and too many regrets. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open. The room was bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains that fluttered slightly from the central air. Then, realization slammed into me like a freight train. This wasn’t my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat. I shot up, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. The room was stunning modern, sleek, and insanely expensive. A penthouse suite. I turned my head and found the other side of the bed empty. For a moment, I sat there, heart pounding, trying to put the pieces together. Last night. At the bar. The whiskey. The man with the intense eyes and the quiet confidence. Oh, God. I had slept with a stranger.
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 002
Selene's POV I looked up. The man beside me was devastatingly handsome. Dark hair, intense brown eyes, an expensive suit that screamed power. He radiated confidence, the kind that made people either fear you or fall for you. “You look like you need something stronger, but I wouldn't advice a pretty lady takes much.” His eyes that held me still. Dark. Intense. Like he saw straight through me. I swallowed. “Yeah but I don’t usually drink.” His gaze flicked to my untouched glass. “That obvious” He paused and then spoke out “Let me guess,” he murmured. “A man?” I exhaled. “How do you know?” He smirked. “Because no lady drinks alone like this unless they’re trying to forget someone.” I studied him. “And you? What are you trying to forget?” His expression didn’t change. “I don’t forget.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I turned back to my drink, swallowing another sip. The alcohol burned, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ache inside me. "What's your name
Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother. 001
Selene's POV I wanted tonight to be special. A soft smile played on my lips as I lit the last candle in the dining. The aroma of roasted meat and creamy mashed potatoes filled the air, mixing with the subtle fragrance of the deep red roses I had picked out just for him. Adrian had been so distant lately. Always working late, always coming home exhausted, barely sparing me a glance. But tonight was supposed to remind him of us—of what we had built together, of the love we had promised each other five years ago. I smoothed my hands over the black lace dress hugging my figure, excitement bubbling in my chest. He’s going to love this. The clock on the wall read 8:47 PM. He was late. Again. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stay positive. He’s probably just caught up at work. I picked up my phone, dialing his number. It rang once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail. A frown tugged at my lips. I tried again. Same thing. A strange feeling crawled up my spine,
