Betrayed,i Married His Brother

The Fifth Avenue wedding venue glowed in the soft light of dawn as I adjusted the last orchid in a crystal vase. My fingers trembled slightly—not from exhaustion after the sleepless night of preparations, but from a giddy, almost desperate excitement. After five years of waiting, of promises made and broken, Nathan had finally agreed to marry me. 'Just a little higher on the left,' I whispered to myself, tilting my head to examine the arrangement. Perfect. Everything had to be perfect today. The grand ballroom was transformed into the elegant, timeless space I'd envisioned since I was a little girl in Ohio dreaming of my future. Ivory silk draperies cascaded from ceiling to floor, catching the morning light that streamed through the tall windows. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above tables adorned with orchids and roses—Nathan's favorite. I'd chosen every detail with him in mind.

Una cita a ciegas llevará a Chelsea a la cama con un poderoso CEO. Sin imaginar que al día siguiente se convertirá en su asistente. Ahora que ella ha descubierto que Steve Bullock es su nuevo jefe, tendrá que luchar contra sus propios sentimientos. ¿Logrará separar lo profesional de lo sentimiental? Cita a ciegas, un encuentro con el verdadero amor...

Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again. Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman. She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt. They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty. He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard. When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him. Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser. Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job. She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man. But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch. Until her brother called with a shocking warning. "Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!" Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.

Lena waits three years for the heirloom sapphire her billionaire husband Adrian commissioned for their anniversary. The morning they go to collect it, a woman in red nails throws scalding coffee across her chest and Adrian apologizes to the stranger first. By nightfall Lena learns the sapphire was never hers. By the end of the week she learns the woman has been living in their guest penthouse for two years, that the prenup Lena signed has a clause she never read, and that her own ICU nurse credentials have been quietly deactivated at the hospital Adrian's family funds. Lena stops crying. She starts copying files. The husband who chose a stranger over a coffee burn is about to learn what his wife was before she became his wife — and what she kept in a safety deposit box he never knew existed.

The fluorescent lights of Prometheus Tech's executive floor cast harsh shadows across the quarterly reports spread before me. My fingers traced the revenue projections—numbers that should have filled me with pride, yet somehow felt hollow. Each digit represented decisions I'd stepped back from, strategies I'd entrusted to Stephen's hands. I touched the moonstone necklace at my throat, my mother's final gift, feeling its familiar coolness against my skin. The gesture had become unconscious over the years, a tether to something real when everything else felt like performance. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the silence. Stephen's name flashed on the screen, and something in my chest tightened before I even answered. "Ari, where the hell are you?" His voice crackled with barely contained fury. "At the office, reviewing the quarterly—" "You abandoned her!" The words hit like physical blows. "Brianna's been locked out of our house for hours.

What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control, power, and the silence of secrets buried deep enough to stay dead. But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no stranger to heat, just not the kind that follows a glance across a church aisle. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. Then the bullet hits. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying: he’ll burn everything down to keep Remy alive. Even if it destroys them both.