CYRUS’ POV“I wonder why I had to wait that long to pop your hole, stepbrother,” he said casually, laughing.I forced a smile—one that didn’t reach my heart.“You don’t have anything to say?” he asked, stepping closer. His breath brushed my face. “What’s wrong, husband?”“Nothing,” I lied. “I need to take a shower.”I slid off the bed, my thighs brushing together. I glanced down and froze—slick between them, his mess and mine.“Cyrus,” he called softly.“I just need a break.”I pushed the bathroom door open, stepped inside, and shut it behind me. Resting my head against the door, I whispered, “This shouldn’t have happened.”My eyes drifted to the bathtub. I crossed the room and slowly lowered myself into it, letting the water swallow me whole.It all started five years ago, after my father’s sudden death by poison. I was reduced to nothing—no house, no fame, no money. I was nothing more than a fly.My mother and I became a burden.No one stepped forward to help us. Not even my father’
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