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VENESSA'S POVI wonder what I can do to disappear like smoke in the air. I have never before wished that I was invisible. That the man cannot tell that it is me.It's going to be known that I slept with my husband's brother in front of all their relatives. I should have figured it out the moment Marcus mentioned that his rich brother's name is Weiss. But my dumb mind never misses a chance to think positively. I couldn't suspect that he might be my gorgeous escort.I am pregnant with my brother-in-law's child? Why couldn't he be an orphan or an only child of a different family? I must be cursed.I am probably gaping and the entire family is staring for some unknown reason as he approaches. His coat is black and long. Which added to the rings on his fingers makes him look like an elvish king.His smile is enchanting as he halts in front of me, seeming not to notice his brother who holds my hand like his life depends on it."Look who the heavens sent back to earth. I was starting to worr
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VENESSA'S POV"He paid me to accompany him. I didn't know you're his brother," I answer. "Regrettably we were born of the same parents. We are foes however," he replies. "Did you know who I am that night at the club?" I ask. He never asked my name. Could it be that sleeping with me was his way of pissing off his brother?"When Marcus first married you he enjoyed rubbing it on our faces as he knew you were the kind of woman I wanted. Deep down I knew that no woman deserved the punishment of being stuck with him for years. So when I saw you alone that night I knew that you could use a better company, even for a single night," he says. It was a beautiful night, the kind I haven't had in a long time. But he should have told me the truth and let me make my own decision. It feels good to know that despite my lack of confidence someone as rich him would like my kind. It is a huge boost to my non-existent self esteem."You don't mind changing into a better dress, do you?" he asks. "Can I
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VENESSA'S POVHis luscious lips looks more inviting than a chocolate cake. Why are forbidden things the most tempting? Should I ask him to go back to playing the role of my escort?"Oren! Honey . . . are you in there?" his mother's voice yells from outside and even before he can answer she pushes the door open. She appears appalled by the sight of us. "What is your brother's wife doing here?" she asks, literally glaring at me."I brought her to her guest room to change into a more comfortable dress. Your beloved son has a problem with that?" Oren replies. His mother shakes her head. "You do not have to keep calling him my beloved son. I loved you both the same," she says in a voice that lacks conviction. Doesn't she believe her own words?"You loved us both? I must have had a sloth's mind not to notice it," Oren scoffs. "Dear . . . I never meant any of those comments I used to make about you. Besides it was a long time ago," she defends. She used to call his smart mind slow as a sl
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VENESSA'S POVI fear that my husband has gone missing. I thought he knew the whole world and couldn't get lost in the middle of the ocean. Yet it has been seven days since he last answered my call, and I have been calling relentlessly like a siren. Could he have left this bleak world and never got a chance to let me know? A week ago I borrowed a huge loan from Weiss Bank to fund his event planning business which was encountering financial difficulties. He left home the next day, didn't call me even once to let me know how things were going. It's like he became a ghost, because none of his friends claim to know where to find him either. I should file a missing person's report today he has proved to be missing in all versions of the word. I grab my handbag and start to head out when my phone rings. I hope it's him and not one of those appalling phonecalls people get informing them that a body of their loved one has been found. "Hello Ven," a deep, attractive voice greets from the ot
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