
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 7
Killian
She fucking left !
How the hell did she get out blind ?
I had left to get dinner and whatever stuff women might need only to come back to find the couch empty.
I went to her dorm at midnight but she wasn't there. I knew she had gone back to that bastard.
It took everything in me not to drive down there in the middle of the night and drag her ass back here. The next time I see her,I'm putting a tracker on her phone.
I had expected her to send in her Medical leave request letter this morning but nothing came. I sat in my study,watching her through the camera feed. She came back with a lady and a white cane.She had black shades on and a whole load of confidence.
I nearly scoffed. How the fuck did she think she'd survive an internship half-blind ?
I zoomed in on the video feed ,watching her as she packed a whole lot of stuff into her dorm room. She stays in one of the biggest VIP rooms,of course she hoards crap.
I smirked as she changed her passcode for the fourth time now. She can't keep me out,I own the fucking building .
The lady helped her put her room in order and then left . I leaned back in my chair ,eager to see how she's going to scale through the day and then be at the hospital by 6pm for her shift.
The moment the door locked,she flicked off the shades and collapsed on the bed.
I waited for any actions but nothing ,she just laid there ,staring at the ceiling. Boredom itched into my skin as I waited ,so I stood to my feet and strolled to the garage.
It was a half an hour drive to the dormitory and by the time I got to her room,I almost forgot I was supposed to knock.
I had typed in her passcode half way before I realized what I was doing. I can't risk her finding out I'm the one sneaking into her room to watch her sleep or probably fuck her if I get the chance.
I knocked twice. From inside I heard as she staggered,knocking something over and it took another two minutes before the door clicked open.
"Julie? Is that you?" She muttered,peeking through the gap in the half opened door.
" I see you went back to that trash you call a husband!" I started.
Her pupils Widened as she recognized my voice.I placed my hands in the gap just before she attempted to lock the door.
" What do you want?" She snapped,fists tightening around the cane.
I pushed the door open ,wide enough to fit my frame and slide in." You're blind, you need help!"
" No I don't !.....get out of my room." She yelled.
I dipped my hands in my pocket." If I were a burglar,you'd already be dead.. So yeah ....you need help."
She lifted the white cane and I chuckled."You are pointing it in the wrong direction."
Her lips twitched in irritation." Killian ....get out of my room. I do not need your help."
I took the cane from her ,closing the distance between us. She didn't even realize I was up close until my breath fanned her cheeks.
Goosebumps crawled on her skin." What ..what are you doing?" I loved the way her pulse fluttered and the way her chest rose up and down.
I pushed her against the wall and pressed myself against her. She let out a faint gasp as she tried to push me away.
" I'm your superior, you know that right? Speak to me with more respect or I'll give you a bad report at the end of your internship and then you'll have difficulty getting your license.." I grazed my thumb on her skin,inhaling her scent.
"Mr Larsen ,kindly quit flirting with me and leave my apartment. I have a husband in case you've forgotten." She muttered in-between rugged breath.
I bit down on my lower lip as I stared at her neckline. My eyes trailed up to her lips and down to her cleavage. Before I knew it,my hands were already on her hips,so damn close to her ass.
She slapped my hands off her." Will you please stop! There is a ring on my fucking finger!" She lifted her hands right in front of my face.
My jaw twisted as I grabbed her ass with one hand, then pinned both hands above her head with the other." The man that put that ring on your finger is probably somewhere squeezing another woman's ass.... you're been too gullible."
She tried to wiggle away from my grip but it only shifted my hands closer to her ass. She was wearing sweatpants and a tank top,perfect for some penetrations.
" Don't you dare talk about my husband that way!" She snarled,still struggling to free herself. She's short and so were her hands.
I snickered,running a lazy hand along my hair. " You haven't really told me how it went ... .Did you catch him in bed with that woman last night?"
Pain flickered in her eyes for a brief moment but she was still trying to act tough." It's none of your business."
I chuckled again." If he can mess around with another woman then so can you.....we both know they've probably gone a bit far." I lowered my voice as I leaned in ,brushing my lips on her neck.
She trembled,her skin growing hot." Mr Larson.....are you trying to talk me into cheating on my husband?"
I let my lips touch her skin for a brief second while I squeezed her ass." I'm simply telling you to give your body what it craves."
I have her at my mercy,she's blind and won't be able to fight me off. But it's risky,she knows it's me and won't hesitate to call the cops on me .
She released a rough breath and I stepped back before I did something stupid like kiss her and grabbed her boobs. "I'm putting my number on the emergency list in your phone ,call me if you need help."
I took her phone from where it was on the bed and installed my phone number." Press the power button for at least ten seconds and it'll ring me up."
I placed the phone on her palm." I'll come pick you up by six for your shift."
She grumbled." I don't need your help ,Mr Larsen...I can call an uber."
"And how are you going to do that without your sight?" I raised a brow and she turned quite on the realization.
I sighed." Raven....you're under my care till your internship is over so quit being stubborn and accept my help. If not then I'll terminate your internship and you'll start all over next year."
I saw the panic in her eyes as she flinched." You can't do that !"
" Yes I can.. you're technically useless without your sight so I'm doing you a favour." I said coolly.
Her brow creased into a deep frown, expressing irritation at my calling her useless.
Do I feel bad for making her fail her entrance exams for two years straight ? Maybe just a little,it was all for a better cause.
" Do we have a deal?" I questioned.
She remained quiet for a few seconds,her cheeks rosy pink then she nodded.
Good girl.
" Good.....now take a rest and I'll be back by 5 in case you need help getting ready." I roughled her hair and made for the door but paused in my tracks when she spoke.
She phrased." As long as you don't cross any more boundaries then I'll accept your help. Don't ever touch me inappropriately again,Mr Larsen."
A grin spread across my face." Sure." I don't plan on respecting her boundaries though, especially not tonight.
And I don't plan on keeping my hands off her either.
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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.