Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Husband's Brother : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

PURITY••••••••••The DeLuca Girls, or so they are called.Young girls taken forcefully, unlawfully from their families and forced into a life of sexual servitude—that is, of course, assuming the men who buy them don't have other uses for them.Vincenzo steps towards her, the heels of his boots clanking lightly against the floorboards."Now." His voice comes again, more irksome than the last time. "Contrary to tradition, I've decided to start tonight with our headliner—our Star Girl."Murmurs sweep through the room, increasing until they swallow the space whole. A good portion of the audience is surprised, some are curious, others supportive, while some seem to sneer at this new development.My attention travels from one member of my table to the other, from the deep frown on Kylian's forehead to the scowl on my husband's face. Then there's Ryan with his facial muscles perfectly relaxed, no creases nor sharp edges.Lifting my gaze, it connects with Nacho's. His eyes linger, boring thro

PURITY••••••••••My eyes brush over the carefully penned-down words from my father. They are not emotional, no. They sparsely hold on to sentiment. That's expected since my father isn't one to run on sentiment, but his words hold weight all the same.I saw a kid the other day who laughed the way you used to. It made me think of you.I'm pretty sure little Saint would have taken that beautiful smile of yours. I'm sure he's a big boy now. Guess time's moving whether we talk or not.I miss you, that's all.Sighing, I press the sheet flat on my chest.It's been three years.Raya accompanied Angelo and me to Mexico for his 50th birthday. Afterwards, it's always been communication through the phone, and his occasional letters—papá is a very traditional man.It's been difficult for me to visit with all that's happening in my life. Plus, I can hardly get permission to travel out of the country. Father can't come over because there are strict travel restrictions on him. As for Mother, she's n

RYAN••••••••In my line of work, I've encountered some real dangers, seen really messed-up shit. A veiled threat shouldn't faze me.Besides, it wouldn't be the first time. But most of the time, I'm in the position to end the fucker right when they squeeze some unpleasant bullshit into their words, but in this case, my hands are tied.I'm rarely ever in situations where I have to play by the rules, and it's ass whenever I find myself in one."Spills just as easy." Could it have something to do with the Valdez boy? And should I be worried? Or just wave this prickling feeling of dread aside? Accepting the DeLucas' invitation to their human trafficking event was supposed to be us making a statement. I ensured that.The Reigns now own the positions of first all the way through third most expensive purchases ever made.Not the most pleasant thing to boast about, but not the most irrelevant either. Ninety percent of the underworld frequents that event. It leaves an impression every time

PURITY••••••••••Don't blame me. He's literally the only person available—was.Their aim is total abandonment, but that's impossible. I'm human, living and breathing. The only way they'd achieve that without causing me serious harm is if they actually do not care about me—but they do. Even if just a tiny bit.Before he left the last time, he left a note that said he'd return after five days. In the period of my waiting, I made a crucial decision.As a near-innocent woman who fell in love; got heartbroken, rushed into marriage; got treated like trash, and now wants her revenge in the most unconventional way, what best way can I do it but fuck my brother-in-law?I was blinded to this fact earlier, but reducing my access to men brought this very intrusive thoughts to the surface.Taking a step lower, I press my bare chest against his, tilting my head a little to look into his eyes. They are quivering.Little snaky lines pop along his neck, bulging and straining as if struggling to brea

PURITY••••••••••Red.All I see is red.Nothing but red.My lids feel heavy. No—they feel glued shut.Unable to snap them open, I try moving, but a skull-shattering headache sneers through my brain."Argh!"My heartbeat quickens. The constant beep in the background doesn't help either.Ryan.I try to call the first name that comes to mind, but my voice doesn't come.The beeping grows louder. Closer. Inside my head.No. It's not inside. Beside me.I try again. My fingers twitch first. Slow, clumsy, like they don't belong to me. My arm feels heavy, weighed down by something taped to my skin.My throat burns. Raw. Like I swallowed fire.Am I dead?Panic surges, fast and wild.Then my eyes finally force open.White.Not red. Not anymore. Now all I see is blinding white.My eyes dance along a white ceiling. I squeeze them shut again, but the image stays burned in my head.I breathe in, and the smell hits