All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ElevenThe next morning, Talia woke up, the sunlight filtering through the curtains. She quickly dressed for work, noticing that Leo was no longer beside her. When she stepped outside, a car was already waiting. As she approached, she saw Leo seated inside."Good morning," they greeted each other politely as she slid into the car.To her surprise, Leo reached into the seat next to him and handed her a small food flask. "Make sure you eat when you get to work. Don’t starve," he said with a soft smile.Talia blinked, taken aback. "You did all this?" she asked, unable to hide her surprise at this sudden gesture. "I can just buy food at the office. You don't have to go through the trouble."Leo hesitated before responding. "The mornings are hectic. This is the least I can do for you right now."She glanced at the flask, then back at him. "You've already done enough, Leo. Thank you," she said, smiling despite her inner confusion.Leo's gaze softened as he watched her. "You need to take car

ThirteenIn the meeting room, everyone gathered around the table, the atmosphere tense and heavy. Malia's gaze was locked onto Talia, her expression a mix of aggression and jealousy. “What’s going on here?” Malia demanded, her voice cutting through the silence. “The sales department report didn’t meet the standards this month. Who’s responsible for this mess?” Her eyes bored into Talia with a mocking glare.Lisa, Talia’s friend, stood up defiantly. “Are you blaming Talia for this? You only got your position because of your connections with the Donovan family, not because of your abilities,” she shot back, her voice firm and unapologetic. Talia struggled to hold back a laugh at Lisa’s boldness.Lisa continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “It’s a miracle your performance ever meets the standard. Malia, you’re just a placeholder.” Malia’s face flushed with rage, but Lisa ignored her, leaning closer to Talia. “Talia, you have the Donovan name, too, right? Why don’t you get the same p

FIFTEENWhen Talia whispered that to Leo, he smiled and gently smoothed her hair. "You want us to make love again, don’t you?" he asked, his tone teasing. Before she could respond, she placed her hand on his lips, but it was too late—Greg had already heard it. He chuckled slightly from the driver’s seat.Talia stammered, "Y-Yes, I want to have a baby as soon as possible... so the mission can be accomplished earlier." She pouted her lips, trying to look serious.Leo smiled, took her hands, and kissed them softly. "If that’s what you want, I’ll satisfy you," he said, leaning in closer to kiss her. Suddenly aware of Greg’s presence, she quickly pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. "Never mind... Greg is still here," she said shyly, her cheeks flushing pink."Greg!" Leo called out firmly. Greg turned around, smiling sheepishly. "Yes, sir. Umm... okay, I’ll go now." He stammered before dashing out of the car."Oh my God, Greg is so sensible," Talia muttered to herself with a

SEVENTEENHis curse is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and, holy shit, that feels good. I barely get a chance to enjoy it before I’m orgasming, my toes curling and my back bowing. I don’t mean to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue.I don’t mean to, but I’m not sorry I do it.Shane shifts me higher on the ottoman and shoves it forward enough that he can go to his knees between my spread thighs. I tense. Most of the time when guys have gone down on me in the past, they’re in a rush, doing the bare minimum to get me ready enough to fuck me. I’m more than ready to fuck Leo, but he’s giving my pussy slow, thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world. Like this isn’t even about my pleasure; it’s simply because he’s enjoying himself.Little by little, I relax, my mind unspooling beneath his tongue and the pressure of his fingers against my thighs, holding me open for him.

NINETEENMalia stormed into Marco’s office without knocking, her face contorted with anger. Marco didn’t even glance up from his computer.“How many times have I told you to knock before barging into my office?” he said coldly, fingers still flying across the keyboard.But Malia was in no mood to listen. She strutted toward him, her hips swaying seductively, and reached for his tie, straightening it as though she had every right to. "I only told Talia to speak politely with Mr. Bernard about the project. But they all bullied me!" she cried, leaning over him to hug him from behind. Tears welled in her eyes, but there was a wicked glint underneath them. She pressed herself against him, hoping to provoke a reaction. Marco remained still, his face impassive, refusing to acknowledge her physical presence. His fingers stilled on the keyboard when Malia whispered, "Your brother Leo… he seems to be protecting Talia a lot these days."