Ruined By My Brother-In-Law
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His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned.
His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch."
She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions.
"Spread your legs."
She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers.
His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core.
"Jason-" she gasped, desperate.
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Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister's wedding afterparty, not stuck in a locked car with the groom's infuriating older brother.
Jason Knight-best man, shameless flirt, her personal headache-had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space.
He wasn't supposed to make her skin heat with one touch.
And she definitely wasn't supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him.
One night. That's all it was meant to be.
But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn't just her brother-in-law's maddeningly smug brother, he's the boy she once humiliated in high school-the one who never forgot, and he's spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself.
Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan.
Twenty-one days. One dangerous game.
Anna is about to learn that some grudges don't fade, they smolder and ignite.
When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?
Ruined By My Brother-In-Law Chapter 1
Anna wished she was somewhere else right now.
She glanced at the figure beside her and her nose scrunched up.
Her phone rang just then, her younger sister's smiling face filling the screen.
"Is everything okay, Lena?" She asked the moment the call connected.
"Yes! When are you getting here?"
Anna side-eyed the figure behind the wheel. "We happen to be crawling like a snail right now, but I'm sure I'll be there soon, okay? Go have fun, and big sis will roll in soon with the cannon."
The call ended and Anna leaned back into the passenger seat with a sigh.
Jason's deep voice cut in, low and smug, "Still like telling people what to do, huh?"
Anna turned away toward the window, deciding she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of an answer this time. She wasn't sure what spoiled the night more: sitting in a car en route to the venue of her sister's wedding after-party with the most annoying jerk she knew, or the fact that he was clearly enjoying her torture.
Jason Knight.
The groom's annoying brother and best man, which meant as her sister's Chief bridesmaid, Anna had been stuck with him these past few days!
She didn't know a fate more horrible, nor a person more maddeningly unpredictable.
The first time they'd met, she was sure he hated her guts. His big grin for his baby brother had dropped the instant he saw her. He'd spent the rest of that day offering nothing but cold shoulders and dissecting stares, as if she were some kind of lab rat.
Then the next day at rehearsal?
A full 180.
He'd kissed her hand like a gentleman, called her his favourite bridesmaid, and showed up with chocolate bars like a lovesick fool.
And then today at the wedding, he'd ignored her almost completely, entertaining every other bridesmaid and lady who so much as blinked his way. Charming, handsome, magnetic, and she hated that she'd noticed.
She'd decided that Jason Knight was the kind of man she wanted nothing to do with.
But here she was, in his car.
"Quieten your brain, spitfire." Amusement rang in Jason's voice. "I can see the smoke through your nostrils and ears."
"Pretty sure yours is frozen from the alcohol and cringy flirts," Anna shot back, glaring at him from across the console.
Jason's eyes left the road momentarily, a smirk on his lips. "Were you watching me, Princess?"
"What- why would I watch you? And stop calling me those silly names you give your girls."
He chuckled. "You didn't have an issue with it the other day, Sweetheart."
Anna tried to ignore the heat creeping up her neck slowly. "Ever heard the phrase, for peace to reign?"
Jason frowned, rubbed his jaw in thought. "Enlighten me, if you would, Your highness."
"I tolerated your presence and bawl-worthy attempts at flirting because it's my sister's wedding. Curb it."
Jason pulled into the hotel for the after party just then and turned to her. He pressed a button to lock the doors, preventing her from exiting.
"You've still got that same bossy tone, Princess." He leaned forward. "Makes me wonder what you sound like when you break down."
Anna frowned. "What does that mean?"
Jason grinned. "It means I want to get to know-" his eyes trailed over Anna slowly, "-every part of you."
Suddenly, Anna felt naked. She resisted the urge to pull the silk fabric of her dark red gown over her exposed cleavage. Heat bloomed on her cheeks, thankfully hidden by the blush she had on. She reached for the door immediately and frowned when it didn't budge.
She turned back to him and her breath caught at the look in his eyes. Her tongue darted out quickly to moisten her lips. "Unlock the door, Jason."
His smirk was pure sin. "Not until you say you'll dance with me."
"I'd rather-"
"-kiss me?" His gaze dropped to her mouth, slow and deliberate, like he already knew her answer. "Careful, Princess. You keep looking at me like that and I'll think you want me."
Her pulse spiked. He was too close, too smug, and way too tempting. "You're drunk."
"Drunk on you, maybe."
She hated him almost as much as she wanted to find out how good that mouth really was. She swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat, unable to tear her gaze away from his lips. Those heart shaped lips. She wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.
Jason leaned over the console, a smug smile stretching his lips. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, tilted her head up. Their gaze met and locked, and he ran his thumb over her lower lip slowly, his gaze lowering to watch them part.
Goosebumps broke out on Anna's skin from his touch, and her eyes fluttered close as his fingers caressed her cheeks. Jason's lips lowered slowly to hers but with their lips just inches apart, he stopped.
He brought his lips to her ears instead and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "Does this mean you'll dance with me then?"
Anna's eyes flew open, her face turning the color of an overripe tomato the moment she realized just what she'd done. Or rather, what she'd been willing to let him do.
She pushed against his chest and Jason pulled back, a smirk on his lips. Anna wanted to slap it off his face.
God. She wanted to strangle him.
She cleared her throat. "Open-open the door, Mr. Knight."
Jason tilted his head to the side, eyes boring into her. "The dance?"
"Fine. I'll dance with you! Jus-just open the da... door!"
Jason pressed a button and the doors unlocked with a click. He opened his mouth to speak, but Anna was out of the car before he could get the first word out, like hellhounds were hot on her heels.
"Maybe they are," he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening as they followed her with a glare and a hunger he couldn't suppress. "This wasn't part of the fucking plan." .
Her sheer red gown had tormented him all afternoon at the wedding, and now every step she took only fanned the fire in him.
This wasn't part of the plan. The plan to ruin her like she did him in high school, but his body betrayed him anyway. His jaw tightened.
Who said he couldn't get both?
A wicked thrill curled through him. He was going to leave a mark on her that she would never forget, and he would have fun while at it.
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Ruined By My Brother-In-Law of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.9
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.
