I WANT MY BROTHER'S WIFE

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CHAPTER 8* I WANT MY BROTHERS WIFE

CYRUS

My eye twitched. Not from happiness. Not from excitement.

From rage.

Beth stood at my door with that smile plastered on her face. The kind of smile that haunted my nightmares.

I glanced at Lisa. She looked untouched. Innocent. Like she’d never ruined my morning. Like she wasn’t the predator in the room.

Damn.

She loved provoking me.

No woman had ever turned me on like this. Especially not my brother’s wife.

Lisa walked toward the door. Beth’s glare followed her. If looks could kill, my little kitten would be dead already.

“Aren’t you tired of trying to flatter everyone?” Beth snapped. “No one likes you, and no one ever will. So stop trying.”

Lisa didn’t even turn around.

“I don’t have to try for attention,” she replied, voice calm and cutting. “But if you’re desperate for it, I don’t mind giving you some—once you lose that ego of yours.”

I smirked. So the wolf I’d been waiting years to see was finally showing her teeth.

“Oh, before I forget,” Lisa added over her shoulder. “Brother, if you need anything, let me know.”

My eyes dragged down her back, slow, from head to toe. Dark thoughts followed. Things that made me want to call her back into this room.

“I can’t believe her,” Beth muttered, pulling me back to reality. She looked ready to throw Lisa out herself.

“What are you doing here? What do you want?” I asked, voice flat.

Beth held up a lunchbox. “I just brought you this. You haven’t eaten yet, you know. I’d love for you to try my cooking.”

“I’m not hungry, Beth.”

“But maybe just taste it and tell me what you think.”

My gaze swept over her. Yellow dress. Low cut. Her cleavage was almost spilling out.

I cringed.

Small. And bright. I hated both. It made my stomach turn.

“You look distracted,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Is there anything you like about my dress?”

Her voice dropped, low and seductive.

I smirked. “No. But your outfit certainly catches the eye.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She was repeating herself again. I hated repeating myself more.

“I answered you,” I said, my voice low enough to warn her. “I don’t answer the same question twice.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms. “Then tell me this—why did you give her the job? She has nothing. No money, no name, no inheritance. What reason could you possibly have?”

“I hired her because I wanted to,” I said coldly. “Not because I was forced to. If you think I’ll entertain useless questions, you’re wasting your time. Leave.”

“Fine.” Her jaw tightened. “Then can I get a job here too? Make me your personal assistant and move Lisa to reception.”

Before I could answer, the door opened.

“Sir, these files need your signature.”

Lisa’s voice cut through the tension. Her footsteps were soft but lethal. She dropped the files on my desk, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. It wasn’t healthy, wanting to know more about a woman—but something about her pulled me in.

“You should save yourself, walking kitten—” I cut myself off. “Lisa, I’ll make arrangements for you to move in here.”

The name slipped out before I could stop it. A name meant only for her ears. I cleared my throat. “But that won’t be necessary. Not once I have your job.”

“Excuse me?” Lisa turned, eyebrow raised. “Beth, I didn’t catch that. Mind repeating it?”

Beth smiled, eyes flicking to me. “Oh, I will. My brother and I were just discussing how a wife like you should serve her husband, while I become Cyrus’s full-time personal assistant.”

Lisa’s smile wasn’t warm. And I didn’t stop her. I liked the tension.

“But Cyrus enjoys my presence,” Lisa said. “Isn’t that right?”

She knew exactly what she was doing.

“No,” Beth barked. “He won’t want someone like you close to him. You’re a wife. You shouldn’t even call another man by his name!”

“You should tell her to stop calling you by your name,” Beth added. “And fire her!”

Lisa only smirked at me.

Screw her. How dare Beth order me around like I was her puppet.

“You know how much I hate orders, Beth,” I said, voice sharp with anger. “If you barge into my office like this again, I’ll do something I regret. I’ll forget every tie we have.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But at least reconsider giving me a job.”

Lisa walked out without another word. I watched Beth instead.

“Fine,” I muttered. “You’ll be a secretary.”

I knew if I didn’t give her something, she’d never stop.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it,” she smiled.

That smile made me want to strangle her. She walked out, and I stood, phone in hand.

My wallpaper glowed red. I scrolled, dialed a number. My spy answered on the first ring and waited for my command.

“Draft a contract,” I said. “One that makes Justin’s wife mine. Every clause should ensure she obeys me. Only me.”

I ended the call.

A sick smile curled on my lips.

Let’s just say… I’m not the first man to want his brother’s wife.

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