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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 6

Eden’s Point of View

“I believe I asked you a question.” His voice was cold and cutting, and I felt my entire body was covered in goosebumps, I could even feel my teeth clatter together. Not only because this hulk of a man was staring down at me like he was about to eat me alive, but because he was fully naked while being in front of me.

“Can you please put on some clothes?” I asked unable to tear my gaze from his intimidating ones, and he smirked.

The type that makes one’s skin crawl.

“And what does that change?” He queried before he walked away from me, only then was I able to breathe. Hopefully, he would put on some clothes and I can explain all of this with a clear mind.

He reached the sides of his bed and then opened the drawer next to it.

My eyes widened when I noticed a sleek black handgun with a silver finish, his hands wrapped it as he brough it out of the drawer, and that was when I began hyperventilating; what was I expecting?

A man who was bold enough to own a cabin in the middle of nowhere, he is definitely going to own a gun for protection.

“Putting on clothes doesn’t change the fact that you are on my property, uninvited.” He pulled on the slides, and my eyes widened, suddenly I was words ran out of my mouth as he neared me once again, pressing the gun to my forehead. “Do I have to ask you again before I shoot?”

“Please don’t shoot…” I felt tears welling in my eyes. “I-I was brought here by Thorne.”

His eyes narrowed, and then he chuckled.

“You are one of Thorne’s whores?” He questioned and for some reason the fear left my body and I became offended. “So, I went to an important conference he decided to turn my cabin home into a motel.”

“I am not a whore!” I snapped, feeling tears well in my eyes. “I am his girlfriend.”

He chuckled darkly, the kind of laugh that made me sick to the stomach, I bit down on my trembling lips.

“Girlfriend? The CCTV footage would prove otherwise, I have watched quite a few interesting videos before I decided to go for a bath.” He claimed, and I felt my heart sank because he just broke it to me that Thorne had been cheating on me. Seeing the surprise in my eyes, he muttered. “Guess you didn’t know you are not the only girl he has brought here.”

With a cruel smile, he pointed towards the sides of the bed, and my eyes followed the movement, stopping on the red lacy panties that laid on the rumpled bed.

“I was waiting for him to explain to me what this is…Or is this yours?”

My chest tightened and my lungs refused to work, the panties didn’t belong to me, but there could be another explanation for it…

“Thorne will never cheat on me.” I mumbled piteously and thinking back at it, I felt so stupid for being so vulnerable and dumb.

“Aww… sorry to have heard that from me.” He brought the gun away from my sight, and only then was I distracted by the heavy blocks of muscles that held his shoulders, and my eyes coincidentally slid down through the rock-hard muscles of his chest and abdomen to the tantalizing v-line that led to his groin.

I swallowed hard, daring myself not to look there...

My eyes flickered away from his naked body, and now I was struggling to catch my breath because he looks so fucking sexy.

Are men built to be so overpoweringly provocative?

“I am off limits, princess.” He noticed I was ogling at him now, so he turned back to the wardrobe, his back was even more chiseled with stone-like muscles I shut my eyes in response to my perverted brain. “You can’t claim to be my brother’s girlfriend and look at me so sinfully.”

“I am sorry,” The words slipped out of my mouth. “I didn’t know you would be here, I heard the tap rushing, and I only came here to turn it off. I was looking only because I was startled.”

He began dressing up, and I looked away from him the whole time, even though I know he was still holding the gun in his hands, not that he would need to waste his bullets to kill me; he was a big man, tall and muscular, he could kill me with a single punch to the gut.

“Are you certain he is cheating on me?” My voice trembles as I asked, tears welled in my eyes as I waited for his response, hoping and praying he was only teasing me.

“I have videos from my CCTV on my laptop.” His deep voice came again, he had worn a black pant probably part of the suit piece, because he was now buttoning his shirt. “You can go see for yourself.”

The certainty in his voice caused my tears to spill, and so I turned on my heels, and left the room, I need to be on my way now, I don’t think I have the heart to wait for Thorne to come back.

I could just murder him, I felt the tears spilled on my cheeks, I wiped them biting on my trembling lips struggling to keep the sob in, I can’t cry in front of Thorne’s older brother.

I felt my legs knocked on a rock, and the force threw my body, my eyes widened as I realized I wasn’t about to fall upon the wooden patio, I was about to fall into the pool.

I screamed loudly as I crashed into the water.

My legs wouldn’t reach the pool floor, and that was when I realized that I was doomed, I struggled, trying to get my head up, maybe if I called for help, Thorne’s brother would come and save me.

But to my despair he was now on the balcony watching me struggle with the water, and with my life, but he made no attempts to come and save me.

He just stood there watching.

  Just when I felt like I would lose consciousness, I felt a pair of hands grabbed me by the waist and dragged me out of the pool, I felt air… harsh and cold rushing into my lungs and I coughed, the water running out from both my mouth and nose.

My eyes cleared to see the angel who had just saved me, and I felt betrayal tightened my throat once more.

“Are you okay?” Thorne asked with worry clouding his face, and it made me think if he fawned over his other mistresses like this. “What are you doing in the pool? I told you to go inside.”

His eyes trailed up and seems like he noticed his brother on the balcony, because his face twisted in shock.

“Fuck.” He cursed.

“You should have just left me there to die.” I snapped, shoving him away from me. “I mean why the fake concern.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“When were you going to tell me that you have been cheating on me?” I queried and his eyes face blanched, confirming my suspicion and he didn’t even try to shamelessly deny it. “You brought other girls here, and there is even a strange pantie on the bed.”

“What do you expect me to do? You wouldn’t have sex with me, so I got it elsewhere.” He yelled back at me. “It’s bad enough that I have a girlfriend who doesn’t fit the norms, what did I even see in someone as dull, boring and ugly as you!”

My eyes popped, almost rolling out of my sockets, I knew he would get mad for confronting him, but I never expected something so… cruel.

“The only reason I remained with you is because you are a virgin, and the only reason I brought you here is to take that away—” before he could finish, I threw a slap in his face, cutting short the rest of the words.

“You fucking piece of shit!” I yelled, my lips trembling as I got up from the floor. “I am glad, I can see you for what a rotten piece of garbage that you truly are.”

“It’s a long walk from here, you won’t a cab, let me drop you off.” He suggested but I refused walking away. I threw a glance back at him, and then my eyes flickered back to the balcony where his older brother stood… smirking in satisfaction.

“Bunch of fucking psychos.” I muttered underneath my breath as I left through the gate.

Well, I left in anger with the thought that Thorne would realize just how bad he messed up and then come begging for forgiveness, but then I was so wrong, because he didn’t care. I realized he didn’t lie when he said he never loved me, and the only reason we were still together was because he wanted to fuck me.

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