Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 131 - Bab 140

CAIN'S POV The metal cuffs bit into my wrists. There were cold and tight. I leaned back in the metal chair and stared at the two detectives across the table. One of them kept tapping his fucking pen. The other just watched me like I was already guilty. I thought the law said every man is presumed fucking innocent until proven the fuck guilty? All I could think about was Ciara. How she looked bent over that boardroom table. How she screamed my name when she came. How her pussy clenched around me like she never wanted to let go. “You want to tell us about the missing assets?” the older detective asked. “Or should we just wait for your lawyer?” My lips curled into a slow smile. “I didn’t steal anything. I took what was mine.” If only these officers fucking knew the number of shares I personally own in my name, they wouldn't be harassing me over a meagre 250,000 shares I took from the Hale firm. Fucking scrap that, I only took them to protect my father's asset in the long run fr

Ciara's POV She slammed the photos down on the table between us. The images scattered. Natalia and me. Old dates. Old nights. Ciara’s hands shook as she pointed at them. “Explain this,” she said. Her voice was low but it cut. “You told me she was fake. A chess piece. And now I see you with her. Touching her. Smiling like you meant it.” I stared at the pictures. My stomach twisted. I looked up at her. “It wasn’t a lie. Not completely.” Ciara’s eyes flashed. “Not completely? That’s what you’re giving me right now?” I stepped closer. She didn’t back up. “Natalia happened after you married Simon. I watched you walk down that aisle. I got drunk for three days straight. She was there. It was easy. It was nothing. I ended it the day I decided I was done pretending I didn’t want you.” She laughed once. Sharp. Hurt. “You ended it. How convenient. And you never thought to tell me? You let me believe she was just some paid actress from the start?” “I didn’t want you thinking about

CAIN'S POV The bedroom door creaked open at 2:17 a.m. Ciara stood there in nothing but my white shirt. It barely reached her thighs. Her eyes were red and swollen. She’d been crying again. She hadn't returned home to her deadbeat husband since the arrest incident. She hadn't quite forgiven me since Natalia's fucking fake pregnancy claim... I sat up in bed. The sheet pooled around my waist. “What happened?” She closed the door behind her. The lock clicked. “Fuck me like you hate me.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Then tell me you love me anyway.” I stared at her. My cock twitched under the sheet. “Princess—” “Don’t.” She stepped closer. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the shirt. It fell open. “I don’t want soft right now. I want you to ruin me. Then hold me after. Can you do that?” I got out of bed. I was naked and hard already. I crossed the room and grabbed her face with both hands. “You sure?” She nodded. Her breath hitched. “Yes. Please.” I kissed he

Ciara's POV My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I flipped it over on the kitchen counter, with the screen pressed down, but the notifications kept coming. There's another blog post, another comment thread, another person tagging me in the same blurry photo from the garage. Gosh! I'm slowly losing. Seraphine sat across from me, with her laptop open and her fingers scrolling fast. “It’s moving from gossip accounts to actual blogs now. Small tabloids picking it up. There's nothing mainstream yet, but it’s only a matter of time.” I rubbed my temples. “How bad?” She turned the screen toward me. “They’re using your full name. ‘Ciara Hyde was caught in an alleged affair with brother-in-law Cain.’ They’re digging into family history. Your sister’s kidnapping, and your mother’s money troubles are being mentioned too. It’s coordinated.” I stared at the headline. My stomach twisted. “Coordinated how?” Seraphine leaned back. Her fingers tapped the table. “The timing... the same phrases p

Ciara's POV “I can't.” I whispered as I pushed away from both men. I really can't do this right now. I need space. I can't think right now. I moved toward the door. “Babe?” Simon called after me. “Don't fucking call me that!” I snapped as I got closer to the door. “Stay with your boyfriend.” “He's not my boyfriend—” “Princess?” I paused and turned my head slightly to face Cain. I shook my head. “Not now, please.” I rushed out of the garage. I took the back entrance into the house and locked myself in Cain's bedroom. I sat on the bed and stared at my reflection. I tuned out Aunt Linda who was barking outside the room door like a rabies dog and insisting I came down to address the public. Can she just fucking peace off? I knew I couldn't