Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Eilidh POVBy the time I’d changed into one of my silk nightgowns, a pale cream, falling to mid thigh.... my brain was already arguing with itself. This was insane. This was reckless. This was… exactly what I wanted. I crawled into the middle of the massive bed, pulling the covers up and trying to will my mind into shutting off. It lasted maybe thirty seconds before the mattress dipped on one side.Kieran slid in, all heat and muscle, his bare arm brushing mine as he stretched out. A moment later, the other side dipped, and Callum was there....shirtless, warm, smelling faintly of whisky and cedar.They didn’t waste time.Kieran’s fingers trailed lazily along my forearm, drawing circles so slow they made my skin tingle. Callum’s hand rested at my hip, his thumb brushing over the silk hem, just enough to make me catch my breath. Neither of them spoke, just that steady, maddening rhythm of touch and heat and almost.I tried ignoring it. I failed. My body was humming, my pulse climbing hi

Eilidh POVThe laughter died mid breath. His gaze flicked from me… to Kieran at my side… to Callum just behind me… and back again. Cat leaned toward me, voice low and smug. “Oh, this is going to be good.” Cole didn’t hesitate. He pushed his chair back so hard it scraped against the decking, drawing the attention of half the terrace as he made a beeline for us.The twins shifted without a word, Kieran stepping a fraction closer to my right side, Callum to my left... their presence enough to make a few people in his path step back. Cat leaned against the railing, already holding her champagne like she was settling in for a show. “Ellie,” Cole said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Can we talk please...”I cut him off, my voice sharp enough to slice through the rooftop chatter. “We’ve got nothing tae talk about, Cole. In case ye’ve forgotten, we are divorced.” A few heads turned our way. Good. I wanted them to hear. “And,” I added, my tone carrying across the terrace, “I want

Eilidh POVThey caged me in with heat and muscle and scent, spice, pine, and something that was just them. Fucking hell. “I cannae sleep,” I whispered, staring at the ceiling. “Ye don’t need tae,” Kieran murmured at my neck, his breath making goosebumps rise across my skin. “Let us hold ye a bit,” Callum added, his voice barely a whisper. “Just that.”Lies. Because their hands didn’t just hold. No, they stroked. Teased. Worshipped. Callum’s fingers slid down my arm, tracing light as air from shoulder to wrist before trailing back up again, brushing the underside of my breast just enough to make my breath hitch.Kieran’s lips ghosted along the shell of my ear, down to the hollow of my throat, never quite kissing, just hovering. Teasing. It was maddening. Beautiful. Fucking torture.“Do ye know what ye do to us, lass?” Kieran asked, his voice low and rough. “Every time ye look at us like that… like ye want us to ruin ye.” Callum’s hand moved to my waist, fingers digging into the soft cu

Eilidh POVAnother camera guy called out, “So it’s true? You’re in a throuple?” Cat cackled and slid her sunglasses down. “First of all, let’s call it what it is....iconic. Second of all, y’all wish you were this lucky.”I turned to the same reporter, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “Aye, it’s true. And I’m nae sorry. I’m happy. I’m free. And fer the first time in my life, I’m doin’ what I want. So write that down.” The mic shook slightly as the woman asked, “What would you say to your ex-husband about all this?”Keiran’s arm tightened around my waist. I smiled sweetly, venom dripping off every word. “He can kiss my rich, Scottish, thoroughly fucked arse.”Cat clapped. Callum grinned wide. Keiran practically purred. Final question, shouted from the back, “Any wedding bells in the future?” Keiran winked. “Let us finish lunch first, aye?” And with that, the twins pushed through the cameras like a pair of dark princes, shielding me as we made our way toward the car.Cat tossed a wave

Callum POVThe man didn’t argue. Tires squealed as we pulled into traffic, weaving through cars like we were runnin’ guns and not rushin’ to check on our women. My stomach turned cold. A slow, creeping dread started crawlin’ up my spine. Eilidh might be cheeky and bold, but she wasn’t careless. And the way her phone was goin’ dead silent? That wasn’t “I forgot to text” energy. That was something’s really fuckin’ wrong energy.Keiran’s fingers tapped against his thigh like a war drum. “They hurt?” he asked under his breath, voice low and hard. “Someone touch them?”“If someone did…” I started, my own voice barely controlled, “they’ll wish tae every fuckin’ god above and below they hadn’t.” We were two minutes out. I was already planning blood.“Ye know,” Keiran muttered, staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him, “I told her we’d protect her. Said I always get what’s mine.”“Ye think they tried tae hurt them because of us?” I asked, heart jackhammerin’. “All the noise la