
Taming My Ruthless Billionaire Brother
"Please have sex with me once, I want a baby." Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..."
As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap. Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly.
"In bed, obey me in every way."
Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good."
****Liora makes secret deals with her husband brother Dashiell, this ruthless billionaire is like a beast in bed. But when she finally got pregnant, he refused to let her go.
Warning: Include BDSM content
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Chapter 2
A Few Weeks Later.
Liora wiped off the lipstick from her lips and looked into the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was only twenty-seven years old, but her face was pale and sickly.
She looked at her reflection expressionlessly, picked up a pink lipstick to apply it to her lips, and then didn't glance at the mirror again. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs.
On the second floor leading to the first floor, the back wall was filled with oil paintings, most of which were painted by Leander. There were vibrant flower seas, colorful bird flocks against a bright blue sky, and receding crimson sea reefs.
At the very end, there was a painting inspired by the Hungarian painter Mihaly Von Zichy's work "Romantic Encounter." In the painting, a demon killed the bridegroom on the bride's wedding night and kissed her with lips covered in venom, causing her to die and ascend to heaven.
Liora didn't like the story of this painting, but Leander did. He said love was complicated, and emotions between people were even more complex and wonderful.
Liora's nose tingled, she took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen.
The housekeeper Sable had already prepared the soup and kept it warm in a thermos on the dining table. Seeing her approach, she called out, "Ma'am, the soup is ready. Please have some food."
"No need," Liora held the soup, "I don't have much of an appetite."
"Ma'am, please eat a little. Hold on, eat something," Sable said, wiping away her tears, "Mr. Leander will be okay. He's still young."
"That's what everyone keeps saying but I am worried, I just want to come home to a bed of roses with him waiting for me with a smile on his face."
"Sir Leander is a fighter, he will overcome this, just trust him."
"I do, I am so scared because he is giving up, I don't want to lose him, he is my everything, my life has become meaningless ever since the incident." She was almost in tears again.
Everyone around her has been saying this these days. Liora almost felt numb. She said nothing, took the soup, and walked out.
She checked the person calling her phone, it was her mom, she refused to answer the call because she didn't need any negative energy that wanted her to leave her husband.
The driver saw her coming out and had already opened the rear car door. As soon as she got in, he closed the door and drove straight to the hospital. However, as soon as they arrived at the hospital entrance, they encountered her parents' car.
"Not again, can't they just let me breathe?" she murmured. She got out of the car and saw her parents. Pretending not to notice them, she lowered her head and walked towards the hospital lobby. Her mother Calista reached out, pulled her into their car, and immediately closed the door, asking her, "What are you thinking? Do you plan to endure with him forever or divorce him?"
"Liora, you must think it through!" Her father Tiberius looked extremely worried, "Leander's situation is not something that can be cured in a few years. His life is pretty much ruined. You are still young; you can divorce and remarry."
Liora looked exhausted, but her eyes were unusually determined: "I won't leave, give up already, I love my husband and he needs me the most.."
"You foolish child!" Tiberius her father pointed to the sixth floor of the hospital, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Do you plan to take care of him for the rest of your life? You are still so young, why should you live as a widow?"
"Liora, your father means well. He is just worried and feels sorry for you," Calista's eyes were also swollen, and her face was smeared with makeup. Since Leander's accident, she had been inquiring everywhere, and all she could do was accept fate. She couldn't change Leander's destiny, so she had to force her daughter to let go. "I know you can't accept it now, but listen to your mother. You have to think about yourself. You are still young. You can't end up childless when you are old, right?"
"Mom, let me ask you this, if dad was the one in this situation, would you leave him?"
"Liora!!! I!! I..." Calista was out of words.
"I knew it, the reason you won't be able to leave Dad is the same reason I won't be able to my husband, I have never disobeyed you both but now I am sorry."
Liora didn't want to hear these words. She opened the car door and got out, "I'll go up first, the soup will get cold."
Tiberius wanted to persuade her again, but Calista raised her hand to stop him, "Let her go. She chose her path, she knows what she's doing."
"What does she know? Can love fill one's stomach? She will regret it later!"
"Yes love is not enough but she kind of makes a point, let's go."
"You need to talk sense into her."
Liora didn't stop walking. She knew what she was doing; she couldn't leave Leander.
As soon as the elevator arrived, she saw her mother-in-law, Fiammetta, standing in the corridor talking on the phone, "He still wants to die... He asked me to let him die peacefully..."
The Abernathy family was extensive, and their business was even more intricate. To avoid affecting the group's interests, they completely suppressed the news of Leander's car accident. Leander's elder brother, Dashiell Abernathy, had only visited once. When he heard about Leander's high-level spinal cord injury, he didn't say a word and just left. Dashiell is the opposite of his brother Leander.
Liora knew that, to Leander's family, he was now useless, and the subsequent medical expenses were exorbitant. Fiammetta had no real power in the group. If she agreed to let Leander die peacefully, Dashiell would remove all life-support equipment.
Fiammetta had been sleepless for a week. She could only rest a few hours each day with sleeping pills. When she woke up, her face was still full of exhaustion. Rubbing her sore eyes, she said into the phone, "He's at least your brother. Can't you come and persuade him?"
No one could persuade Leander, who was determined to die.
Yes, such a proud child of heaven, facing such a huge change at the peak of his life, would spend his whole life paralyzed in a hospital bed. He would never walk again, run, or even eat and drink like an ordinary person.
The biggest difference between him and a vegetable was that he was conscious. He would suffer from all of this for the rest of his life.
Liora put down the soup. Fiammetta hung up the phone and saw her. Without saying anything, she sat back on the bench, staring blankly at the shadows cast on the ground outside the window for a long time before saying, "Liora, can you help me persuade him? Persuade him to live well. If he promises to live well, I will cure him. I really can't accept... my son gives up on himself..."
As Fiammetta spoke, she covered her face.
Although her two sons were very successful, the one she loved the most was her youngest son, Leander. Perhaps it was because she didn't raise the eldest, Dashiell, when he was young, which made him cold and indifferent. Therefore, after giving birth to her youngest son, she always kept him by her side and taught him herself.
With Leander's accident, although Fiammetta didn't shed a tear, she looked like she had lost her soul, often standing outside the intensive care unit all day.
"Mom, stop worrying, my husband is going to live, leave everything to me, I am going to talk to him."
"I am so lucky to have a daughter-in-law like you, I am so certain if it were to be some ladies, they would run away but you choose to stay beside him, it shows you love him."
"I love your son more than my life, that's why I am ready to do whatever it takes to make sure he lives, have some soup before it gets cold."
Fiammetta hugged her and thanked her.
Liora looked at Leander through the protective observation window. He was rarely awake, and when he was, he refused to open his eyes.
He didn't want to see anyone.
Suddenly, the door of the operating room at the end of the corridor opened. Liora looked up and saw doctors and nurses pushing a bed out. The person on the bed was covered with a white cloth. The family members waiting outside the operating room rushed over, crying and hugging the body.
Liora's fingers unconsciously tightened. Just imagining Leander lying there one day made her feel suffocated and unable to breathe.
She rushed to the restroom and got consumed in sorrow, "Please lord, I won't be able to breathe if he dies."
A few moments later, she tried to get herself together and looked in the mirror, "I never wanted it to get to this extent but right now my husband needs a reason to live, I guess I have to do it, I am out of options, this is the only way." She took a deep breath and remembered the memories he had together before the incident.
As long as he is alive, there is hope,
she will rekindle his hope of living.
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9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.

8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.

8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.

8.6
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract."
My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time.
What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people.
I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands.
No interference in each other's personal lives
Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties
The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise
Some of the clauses were... interesting.
A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family.
"I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions."
His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand.
I didn't hesitate.
Respect both families as one
No physical contact
Separate bedrooms
I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to.
Unfortunately, my sister did.
She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry.
I pitied her.
So I made a decision that changed everything.
I replaced her.
Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me.
Helping my sister.
A marriage without love.
A deal that would end in divorce.
Or so we thought.
Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers.
But contracts don't account for feelings...
and neither did we.

8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.

9.1
For two years, Elena played the role of the perfect, submissive wife to her wealthy husband, Andrew Macdonald, quietly swallowing the daily insults of his elite circle to appease his family.
But using her hidden divination skills, she tracked his GPS to a dirty nightclub terrace and caught him tightly holding a fragile, crying woman, calling Elena a disposable "Appalachian hillbilly."
"The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers. Next week, she'll be out of New York for good."
Hearing Andrew promise this gently to his cheating partner, Elena stepped into the dim light, only to be met with nasty mockery from his arrogant friends, while the mistress shrank back and pretended to be an innocent victim.
Andrew glared at Elena with deep annoyance, aggressively demanding she stop embarrassing him in public and go back to the countryside, fully expecting her to break down, cry, and beg him to save their marriage.
Two years of cooking his meals, ironing his shirts, and enduring his family's cruel abuse were nothing but a sick joke to him, completely blind to the terrifying, ancient power she actually wielded.
Instead of shedding a single tear, Elena mercilessly exposed their darkest medical and financial secrets, signed the divorce papers without taking a single dime, and stepped into her new life as the untouchable master she truly was.