
Seduced By The Boss Brothers
After only one drink, she gave in to my intense blue eyes and thick black hair. It worked out well that we met at the hotel bar, where my twin brother Frank and I were having a good time.My brother and I inherited my father's company, while our priority is find an asssistant for both of us, to enjoy the pleasure of sex.
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Chapter 3
Mark
I sat up straight in the stuffy office, looking at Frank. "The business?"
"Your father always wanted you to take over the business. I know he pushed you to take some classes at school in the past for that reason." That's right. The business degree. "Anyway, I know that he has some good managers on board to teach you the ropes as well as a great team of accountants and all the help that you'll need." I glanced at Mom, crying softly as she nodded towards us.
I was twenty and my only skill was of the social kind. I graduated high school and just went wild, to what I knew was disapproval from my parents but they gave me my freedom. I knew about the business before this but assumed that it would be at least ten years before I'd have to think about it. Not now. I didn't know what to do.
I told Frank that I wanted to get a drink and we headed to a favorite corner bar of ours. We ordered beer and sat at the bar to watch the Islanders game as we sipped them. "Do you know shit about running a business?" I asked him as he looked at me and shrugged.
"No, but you heard Larry.
We'll have a lot of help and its Dad's wish to keep it going. Mom is set to stay in the house and we're not losing anything, so let's keep the business going and set up a future for her and Annabella. Mom's so young still and she can travel and live her life. Do you want her worrying about the business, Mark?" Frank asked as I felt the sting of his words. I didn't want that. Mom took great care of us kids growing up while Dad worked on the business, while still being an excellent father. She deserved to enjoy life as much as she could without her soul mate, once she recovered a bit more. Mom was also a beautiful woman and she might find love again, in a few years.
I knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. She'd throw herself into taking care of Annabella until she was safe in college, hang out with friends and volunteer as she always had. I knew that Mom would be fine in time but for that to happen, we had to do our parts as well.
I nodded and sipped my beer again. "You're right. We do need to take care of the girls. Let's go to the office next week and sit down with someone to get a feel for things. I don't think we've been there since we were in school, right?" Dad had arranged for us to put in the hours at school in the office, so we knew a little but I shuddered at the idea of running the whole thing. It seemed like a lot of responsibility.
We had a few more drinks and got a cab home, finding the house dim and quiet. Frank led the way upstairs, where I showered and dropped against my pillows to stare at the ceiling. A lot was going to be changing and I let the past play through my mind. I saw my childhood, teenage years and then all the wild years in order and heard my phone vibrate.
Looking at the screen, I saw that it was a girl in Queens that I hooked up with every now and then. She told me that she was sorry about Dad, having heard it through the grapevine and asked if I wanted to hang out sometime.
I thought about that, wondering if I couldn't have both. I could run a business and still see people. My father managed, traveling with us a lot when we were younger as well as Mom on their own. I didn't think that Mom was going to sell any of the vacation homes. I told her that we could hang out over the weekend, since I knew she had her own flat out there now. It wasn't that this place wasn't big enough to bring a woman back to my room, though I kept that to a minimum. The plan was for Frank and me to get an apartment, but we traveled so much that it just never happened. We stayed at friend's a lot here in the city as well.
The house was calming down by the weekend. I knew that Mom was struggling but it was good to see her seeing her friends again. Annabella was going back to school the following Monday and life was going to settle into something again. I met up with Charlie at a local bar, drinking heavily and ending up in her bed much later in the night. I fucked her hard, taking out a lot of my emotions on her from the last couple of weeks, making her cry out my name. "Jesus. What got into you?" She asked as her green eyes looked me over with a lazy sheen to them. Charlie was a pretty woman and I dropped beside her on the mattress, taking a deep breath.
"It's been a long week," I admitted before I shrugged. "Two weeks, if I'm counting. I guess I just needed to release some poison." I winked at her, trying to make light of the situation. "Thanks for being there."
"Are you nervous aboutL&P?" Charlie asked me as I took a deep breath.
"I think between Frank and I, we'll be fine. I hope there's a good staff there that will let me get some time off," I joked as my smile faded. Reality was approaching me quickly and I felt her roll onto her side to wrap an arm around my waist.
"You are a wild man but I think you'll be fine," she assured me in a sleepy voice as I looked at her in the dim light from her lamp. I debated on sleeping there since tomorrow was Saturday, deciding that I would. We were meeting the heads at L&P at nine on Monday and I might as well have some fun. I knew that my brother was across town with his own girl, even though there was a different feeling to it now. A part of me wanted to be home with Mom and Annabella, making sure that they were doing okay. I knew they'd call if they needed me for anything. Mom didn't want us to stop living simply because things changed but I'd feel a lot better being there with them.
Fuck. I wanted to stay and have another round with Charlie tomorrow morning so I turned to face her and pull her against me. They would be fine.
I woke up with her the following day and had a quickie before breakfast, something I didn't usually do with a woman. Charlie was a regular when I was in Miami though, so I decided to do it. I liked her though I wasn't looking for any kind of relationship.
I headed home after taking her to eat, missing Dad when I walked into the front door. There was the smell of coffee on the first floor and I walked into the kitchen to see the chef, Rebecca. She was working on a dish to freeze and I smiled at her. "Thank God. I've had enough with casseroles."
Rebecca gave me a warm look with her brown eyes that conveyed sympathy. "I am so sorry for everything." She loved my father as much as anyone else and I could see the sadness on her face. "I am just trying to get some food in the freezer that you can heat that's healthy." I knew that everything that was brought by friends wasn't always the best option.
"Where's Mom?" I asked as she glanced at the back of the house. "Porch?" We'd added a porch in the back that was mostly windows so Mom could have a place to sit in the colder months. She often read or did some of her crafts out there, but today I just saw her sipping coffee as I went out to join her. "Morning." I sat down with my own steaming cup and looked over the city silently for a moment. I finally looked closely at my beautiful mother, who had dark circles under her eyes and red eyes. "How are you doing?"
"I miss him. This was so sudden and he was so full of life,Mark. We had so many years left together." She turned her soft, green eyes to meet mine. "I know that there is a lot of pressure on you boys, now. I know that you're going to have to grow up quickly with all of this responsibility, but it is what he wanted." Her eyes asked me so many questions as I stared at her quietly. "Do him proud?" It was Mom that sat me down and talked to me when she started to hear about all the women and parties, telling me and Frank that we were so intelligent and better than that. However, when you are one of the wealthiest families in the world, a lot of stories get told. They weren't all true.
Okay, most of them probably were.
"Of course, Mom. I know how hard he worked for all of us. He gave us everything." I waved my hand around as she wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded. "We're going Monday for a meeting with the heads. It'll be good." I faked my confidence, still unsure of this change in my life. I was going from a life of fast-paced parties and women to working, running a big and very successful company. I knew that I'd be leaning on Frank a lot through this but I wanted to do my part as well. Mom deserved not to worry herself amid all this grieving and Annabella should finish school without distractions, like Frank and I got to do.
"I know that you're young and him and I both were as well, once upon a time. I don't expect you to spend your life at the office. I want you to live your life. I just don't want to sell his hard work, not yet." She shook her head and looked back out of the window. "I never thought this would happen so soon."
We drank our coffee and sat together in silence for a while, looking over the buildings.
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9.3
My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.

8.8
Rumor has it that Edward Hawthorne, the world's wealthiest man, is engaged to a woman from an equally illustrious family.
Yet those closest to him whisper about the first love he's been chasing for more than ten years.
But as far as Alice Sterling is concerned, neither the fiancée nor this mysterious "first love" really matters. Her formidable boss, Edward, is already married-and completely devoted to his wife.
He gifts her jewels worth millions without blinking, personally selects her presents from exclusive designer boutiques, and carefully plans intimate candlelit dinners.
If that's not love, what is?
Except.why do those multi-million-dollar necklaces keep finding their way to her? And why is the scarf he supposedly bought for his wife now wrapped around her neck?
As the soft candlelight plays across his sharp features, something clicks inside Alice.
It turns out the spoiled, pampered wife of the billionaire tycoon.has been her all along.

7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.

8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.

8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
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"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.

8.1
I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me.
But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless.
I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien.
The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic.
I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle."
I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear?
But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it.
I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed.
"We have your blood inside her stomach."
His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.