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Forced to Marry my Ex-Boyfriend's Psychopath Older Brother Novel Cover

Forced to Marry my Ex-Boyfriend's Psychopath Older Brother

“I should have refused.” I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. “I should have never married you.” “That hurts my feeling.” That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn’t even have feelings to begin with. “But there isn’t any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne.” I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again. They were dark… with lust. “Fuck you.” I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice. “I believe even right now, all you want is me.” He mused and he wasn’t wrong, because he never said I couldn’t leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. “And all that completes me is you.” I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine. *** Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother’s hospital. She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation. Eden’s life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation. Theron Adler. A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn’t have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath. That’s not all, he is also the elder brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.
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Chapter 5

Eden’s Point of View

It happened on a quiet and sunny day… the first time I met the mad man that was supposed to be my husband.

Thorne, my then boyfriend and I had just graduated high school and our relationship was on the edge. Communication hadn’t been so strong and I felt him drifting away from me, so he suggested we go on a date, something that would probably improve our relationship.  

    I was elated because I wanted everything to work out between us, Thorne was my first love. He was also the most popular guy in school; a lot of people wanted to be with him.

Girls, and boys alike.

 He was beautiful, his dark hair always falls to his silver eyes that resembled like melted steel, and a seductive gaze that can make even a dead heart beat again.

My hands tightened against the straps of my bags as I looked around again waiting for him underneath the scorching sun, I was sweating so bad that I thought I would melt.

“Fuck.” I cursed, already frustrated with waiting for too long. “Don’t tell me that son of a gun left me out here to die from dehydration.”

I was about to call him for like the twentieth time when I saw his car approaching in the distant, a blue Bugatti Chiron super sport, and I felt myself freeze, I knew he was rich, because he was arrogant and prideful most of the time, but I never knew he would be rich enough to fucking drive a Bugatti?   

He stopped right beside me and wound down the side window; I was frozen with my mouth hanging open.

“Hop in.” he smirked, titling the rounded rose-colored glasses he was wearing, and my trembling hands fumbled for the knob, getting in.

“Where did you get this?” I asked referring to the car, and he simply smiled.

“Relax, and just go with the flow.” He dismissed, this was the issue, he is never real with me. But I guess, he is just trying to look cool for me, he probably borrowed it to impress me or something.

I clutched the seat belts even tighter

“Where are we going?” I asked when I noticed he passed the usual route, and this highway leads outside town.

“Well, you are my girlfriend.” He muttered throwing me a lazy glance as he stepped on the throttle. “Things have gone quite dull between us, so I am trying to make it spicy.”

My heart raced, that is the most responsible thing he had said all month, in fact all year, seeing that my very nonchalant boyfriend was willing to make an effort for us puts me at ease, and fills me with so much hope.

“Is it a surprise?” I asked curiously, tapping my fingers on the car seat.

“No… my older brother has a cabin house at the outskirts of the city.” He muttered smugly. “It’s about 30 minutes from here, so don’t worry you can catch a nap, we will be there soon.”

“We are going to your older brother’s cabin house?” I remember he mentioned his older brother some few times, but the way he described it, they never really have a good relationship. “What if he—”

He interrupts me immediately, glancing at me that seductive gaze that just shut me up.

“Don’t worry no one is there, he is in a conference meeting in India, and he won’t be back until the end of the month, I have been staying there since last week.” Only then did my heart calmed a little. I bit down on my lips, this means, Thorne had planned for a romantic stay over at this cabin, I wonder how long we will be staying together.

A narrow path leads to the cabin, line with huge pine trees on each side of the road house, the sun was already setting, I could see the beautiful sunset from the car as we approached the gates.

His phone beeped continuously, so loudly that I darted my eyes towards his, and he fingered it out of his pockets.

 “Fuck…It’s my mom” He mumbled underneath his breath, and my eyes followed his every movement. “Hello… Mom…”

He said into the phone, he paused for a while, and then sighed.

“Well, how was I supposed to know it was there? This is your fault, Mom.” He gritted his teeth and my eyes narrowed in confusion. “Fine. I will be there shortly.”

He ended the phone call and my eyes widened.

“Are you okay?” I asked curiously. “Does this mean we are leaving?”

“No, you go inside.” He handed me some keys. “Mom wants me to bring her some files, I didn’t know she forgot to take them and she needs it in her meeting today.”

He stretched towards me, opening the compartment, and pulling out a brown envelope.

“I am sorry my love.” He muttered as he pecked me on the cheek. “I will be back soon, just go in and wait for me.”

I hesitated for a minute.

“But what if your brother—” Before I could finish the statement, he interrupted me sharply.

“Don’t worry about him, he won’t be coming until the end of the month.” He held my hands as he reassured me. “I have prepared the place for us. Go on in.”

The car zoomed off and I turned back to the house.

This was the first time I was seeing a cabin house in real life, I had only seen them in movies and read about them in books, the surroundings were made with natural materials, like wood, logs and stones.

I stepped onto the wooden patio, staring down at the clear pool in amazement, and then my eyes darted towards the sofa arrangement underneath a shade, and finally flickering towards the two-story cabin before me.

My eyes then darted towards the black car that was parked at the end of the premises.

“Is that his car?” I wondered, just how many cars does Thorne have? And how rich is this guy exactly. For his older brother to have such expensive looking cabin house in the middle of nowhere.

I figured the family must be loaded with cash.

My eyes widened in awe as I stepped into the living room, the wooden walls stretched out magnificently, the set of expensive grey sofas that contrast the brown color of the well-polished wooden furniture. The subtle conversations that I heard from outside was from the TV, and I let out a sign from relief, wondering if Thorne had left the TV on intentionally.

I dropped my bag on the couch and sat down, my eyes darting around in awe, I then suddenly heard sounds coming up the stairs, I stared up at the wooden stairs listening to water rushing.

“That boy can be so forgetful sometimes…” I muttered as I got up, there would be nothing wrong with taking a tour round the house. I mean he brought me here knowing I would look… around.

I peered into the passage, a different scent lingered in the air, like cinnamon mixed with sweet musk, but I couldn’t be too worried because I knew this wasn’t Thorne’s house, so it’s right if there are strange scents in the air.

I carefully pushed the door open, I could hear the sound of rushing water intensify, so I made my way into the room, I should probably turn it off.

Before I could reach the bathroom, the sound of water gushing stopped suddenly.  

My feet stopped abruptly, and I felt my heart skipped a beat, because he definitely said no one was in the house.

How the hell… I paused when the door opened suddenly and I gasped when I noticed the head that bent out of the doorway and a man emerged from the bathroom, wet from head to toe, and standing before me completely naked.

I stood there frozen in both shock and panic, I didn’t know if I should bolt for the door or stay.

The man before me was very tall, even taller than Thorne, and Thorne was about 6’2ft, his hair was dark and fell in wet waves to his neck, his cutting silver eyes lifted from the floor and stared straight at me.

There was no urgency… no panic in his eyes, no surprise, just nothing. It was almost as if he wasn’t even a human being.

His face was hard like stone, and without any emotion.

“Hmmm… seems like I have an intruder.” He muttered lazily, wiping his legs clean on the rug before walking up to me even though he was naked. I was too stunned to even move. “What is a girl like you doing in my house?”

Only then did I stumble back as I realized this was Thorne’s older brother, the owner of the house, and the one who is supposed to be in India until the end of the month!

Fuck! I was panicking inside… and what makes it even worse is that Thorne isn’t even here, and now it looks like I was a thief or I am trespassing.

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