
Craved By My Husband's Brother
Raven Lopez, the estranged heiress of a powerful family, sacrifices her fortune and her pride to save her husband Viktor's collapsing empire.
She raises his children as her own and builds his success from the ground up only for his former lover to return and her world to fall apart.
Blinded in a hospital accident and abandoned by the man she gave everything to, Raven is forced to depend on an arrogant doctor, Killian....the one man she should never trust. As she regains her sight, she uncovers shattering truths.
Her amnesia, her failed marriage, and even her blindness were all part of a twisted plan set in motion by the two brothers who claimed to love her or rather three brothers.
The last brother had always been a mystery,lurking in the dark and waiting for her to be most vulnerable before he possesses her. Now that she's been divorce,he returns to claim what has always been his.
One brother wanted her wealth. One wanted to own her completely. One loved her, but broke her first to make her his.
Torn between three brothers,Raven must submit to one of them or they all ruin her.
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WARNING ⚠️ ?
For the girls that take interest in books with trigger warnings,May God help us. :-)
This book is not for the faint of heart. It's dark,contains stalking,forced proximity,sexual situations (quite a lot),violence , kidnapping, gory scenes,non/dub con, manipulation etc
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Chapter 3
Raven
I stuffed the last of my books into the trunk of my car. They are the reason I came back home actually.I need my books and thank goodness I did or I would not have found out about Holly.
" Bye mummy?" Leah waved at me and I picked her up.
" I'll be back soon ,okay." I placed a kiss on her cheeks and put her down.
Maya didn't make a move,she's the bubbly type ; always wanting hugs and cuddles now she's looking reserved.
I ignored her resistance to my picking her up and placed a kiss on her cheeks." I'll visit often." I told her hoping to make her smile but she just remained blank.
A pained smile spread across my lips as I put her down. She'll get over it, hopefully. I bid my family goodbye one more time before hitting the road.
By the time I got to my dorm ,the maple tree was being cut down . I was so relieved to see that the security finally heed my pleas. Now,I just need to change my lock.
I pressed in my passcode and the door clicked open. I had my earpods on to block out the loud noise coming from the chainsaw.
I paused as the familiar and dreaded cologne hit my nostrils. Why was the scent hear,it's fucking broadday light!
I wanted to back out of the room and call security but the next moment I heard a click behind me.
My breath got caught in my throat as I remained rooted to the ground. I could feel the menacing presence behind me ,even with Charlie Puth's music blasting in my ears.
My windows were locked,the curtains were drawn,the door was locked and he was behind me. Even if I screamed, no one would hear me over the blaring chainsaw.
I felt his presence come closer,the smell of sandalwood filling my nostrils again. My stomach twisted in horror and my survival instincts kicked in.
I bolted towards the window,if I could open the curtains and yell then someone should see me but I hadn't even made three steps when my feet lifted off the floor with a gloved hand pressed over my mouth ,muffling down my screams.
I was thrown roughly on the bed,and a huge figure towered above me. Tears trickled down my cheeks as my whole body thrashed about trying to free myself.
He held me in place and for the first time I could see his eyes clearly. They were grey like smoke,He had only his eyes exposed,a hoodie over his head but a mass of black hair peeking through.
Slowly ,he let go of my mouth and straddled me,kneeling on my palms on both sides of the bed.
" Please...." I groaned,pain ripping through my arm muscles.
I couldn't move an inch. He brought his arm to my face,grazing a finger along my cheek. I tilted my face away,a sob escaping my lips.
" Let me go.....is it money you want? I can give you any amount, just name your price!" I stuttered desperately as I started to panic.
He started trailing his fingers down my neckline. I gasped for breath as he moved further downwards.
" Stop!.....I'm going to tell the cops. " Then I started yelling but my voice got muffled by the noise coming from the chainsaw and falling branches.
He removed the glove from his right hand and the moment his bare hands touched my skin ,I shuddered. His fingers were cold . He dipped his hands into my button up shirt and into my bra.
" Fucking stop!.....please." I screamed,my heart hammering so loudly against my chest.
His fingers grazed my nipple and it sent waves of electricity to my brain mixed with fear of what he was going to do to me.
He continued rubbing circles on the bud,his grey eyes never leaving mine. I fought it,I fought hard to not feel the sensation of pleasure but I'm only human.
"Get your hands off my breast ... .you pervert. I'm reporting to the cops ,I'm telling my husband....I'm..." He suddenly chuckled.
The first sound he made was raw and terrifying. He bent forward,our forehead almost touching as he continued his assault.
My body shouldn't be reacting this way,like his touch was familiar,like I was enjoying this because I wasn't . He was harassing me without my consent and I hate it. I hate that I was helplessing letting my body respond.
It's not right .
His breath fanned my cheeks as he bent closer and then he spoke. Barely audible but I heard him clearly."I bet he doesn't touch you like this."
My cheeks burned and the next instant ,I forced my head forward,head butting him in the nose. He let out a low growl,massaged his face with the other hand on my breast turning still.
" Get.Off.Me!" I snarled,gathering what courage I have left.
He stared at me briefly and then continued with his movement,this time removing the gloves in his other hand and reaching for my second breast.
A cry left my lips as his cold fingers pinched on both nipples. He unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra in a matter of seconds. My breast bounced free,his palm squeezing on the soft flesh.
I fought back a moan because this was so wrong. I know my body was reacting so quickly because Viktor and I haven't had sex in a long time. He's been busy with work and I've been busy with my internship.
"Don't...."I paused because he suddenly looked to the closed windows.I then realised that the loud chainsaw had stopped rattling.
This was my chance to scream for help. Our eyes jammed and a smirk appeared on my lips as I opened my mouth to scream.
He pressed his palm against my mouth before I could let out a sound and I bite down on it as hard as I could. He didn't let go but I saw his eyes narrowed.
His other hand came up to my neck,choking me. My voice died down as he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the door. He dropped me to the floor and left the room,shutting the door.
I coughed,trying to catch my breath and I trudged to the window.
I opened it and started yelling ,waving my hands at the security downstairs hoping they'll hear me and catch that lunatic. He can't make it out of the building in under five minutes.
The security heard me and looked up.
" Thank God." I gasped in joy. But they turned away the moment they looked up.
I kept yelling,waving my hand and wondering why they suddenly turned their backs until I realized that my tits were out.
Crap !
I just showed a bunch of men my nipples.
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7.3
Julian Thorne is a man of absolute control. As the ruthless CEO of a global empire, he has built his life on power, wealth, and emotional distance. When he discovers that struggling artist Elara Vance's family gallery sits on valuable real estate, he sees an opportunity for revenge against a rival connected to his family's scandal. His proposition is simple: marry him for one year, and he will save her family from financial ruin.
Elara, desperate to save her father and their gallery, agrees to the contract, unaware of Julian's true motives. What begins as a cold, transactional arrangement becomes something neither of them expected, a passionate, intense connection that challenges everything they believe about love, trust, and vulnerability.
But when secrets are revealed and betrayal strikes at their hearts, Julian and Elara must navigate a journey of redemption and healing. Can a love born from deception survive the truth? Or will the chains of his empire prove too strong to break?

9.6
Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge.
There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his.
But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy.
Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye.
Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison.
Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life?
Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.

7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.

7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."

9.0
Emily's life was already planned-obedient daughter, perfect fiancée, quiet future.
Then she crossed the wrong line.
Adrian Carter is everything she shouldn't want-her fiancé's uncle, a ruthless billionaire, and a man who sees straight through her carefully built facade.
One night changes everything.
And Adrian has no intention of letting her go.

7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
At the same time, her innocent step-sister, the novel's female lead, was being cornered and harassed by a predatory manager.
Helena was suffocating under the original owner's ruined reputation.
She was surrounded by hostile eyes, everyone just waiting for her to throw a tantrum and completely self-destruct.
Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
When that manager tried to lay a hand on her new sister, Helena didn't hesitate to crush his foot with her stiletto.