To Punish My Cheating Ex, I Bedded His Stepbrother
To punish my cheating ex, I slept with his stepbrother.
Best decision of my life?
Or the worst mistake I never saw coming?
My fiancé Christopher had been caught with his pants down-again. This time, I wasn't going to cry.
One wild night with Lance Laurent-Christopher's estranged stepbrother, the heir to the Laurent empire, and the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles-was supposed to be my revenge.
One night became two. Three. A dozen. Every time Christopher cheated, I'd moan louder in Lance's bed.
An eye for an eye. A betrayal for a betrayal.
When the dust settled and Christopher came crawling back, tears and pleas dripping from his lips, I felt nothing but cold satisfaction.
"Too late," I smiled. "I don't recycle trash."
But turning my back on Christopher was easy. Turning back on Lance Laurent?
He's never a man you use for revenge.
He's the devil you sign a contract with.
"Thinking about him while you're underneath me?" His grip on my jaw was brutal, his hips relentless. "You started this fire. But I decide when it burns out."
Some men you can't walk away from.
Some debts you never stop paying.
And the devil in my bed expects me to stay.
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Chapter 1
What she was doing was wrong. Roxanne Grant was well aware of this fact as she allowed another man to caress and defile her body while her fiancé was in the next room.
What's worse is that his every breath, touch, and kiss only made her grow more eager by the passing second. It was like he had taken total control over her body, desire, and mind.
"Ah." Roxanne suppressed another moan that threatened to escape her lips as Lance Laurent placed yet another open-mouthed kiss on her neck. Slowly, his lips gravitated downwards and before long, they were lingering over her exposed chest.
She shouldn't have been doing this with someone like him.
It's forbidden for a relationship like theirs to do this together.
But it tasted so damn addictive!
"Keeping those beautiful noises in would only dull the atmosphere so, let me hear them," Lance said and slowly brought his head down on Roxanne's exposed chest.
The feeling of his hot feverish tongue on her erect nipples caused a jolt of sensual pleasure to flow through her. She flinched at the sudden and new feeling and without realizing it the sound of her moans bounced off the walls of their hotel suite.
"That's right, let them all out." Lance chuckled hoarsely in a seductive voice before moving his tongue over to her other nipple while his other hand began to roughly massage her breast. His skilled movement caused the space between Roxanne's tights to heat up.
She clenched her tights together as her body inevitably became aroused and her love juice slowly eased out from between her legs. As if sensing her arousal, Lance picked her body up and sat her down on the table behind her all the while skillfully easing into the center of her tights.
'Keep your mind, Roxy. All this is only for revenge.'
Roxanne tried to remind herself as Lance's lip came in harsh contact with hers once more; devouring her already swollen lips like it was the last tasty dessert this world had to offer.
She moaned once more as Lance's lip broke apart from hers and glided down her neck while his hands fondled her breast, teasing and pleasuring her in a way she had never experienced.
He was like a fucking sex God, a creature that wasn't supposed to exist with such skills!
'Keep your head together. Don't lose yourself.' Roxanne managed to remind herself and just then she heard the sound of her buzzing phone. She barely willed herself to glance in the direction of her device lying on the table beside her.
On the screen displayed a message from her Fiancé, Christopher.
「Sorry babe, working late tonight. Don't wait, I'll miss you」
'A hypocritical bastard.' Roxanne sneered in her mind.
If it were 10 hours ago, before she stood at the door of his office with teary eyes and a hammering heart, watching Christopher bury his cock deep in his secretary- Amber's love hole, she would be fooled by his sweet words again.
But now, all his sweet words only made her feel repulsive.
Thinking about the fact that he still had the guts to send such a message when having an affair with that red hair bitch irritated her and shattered whatever dream they had built together for the past five years.
Roxanne had thought she was going to be the happiest bride-to-be, for having a handsome, loving, and gentle future husband. Yet she never expected that Christopher was a disgusting cheater who had been having an affair with his redhead secretary for a long time.
Every night that he lied about working late, he was actually busy fucking his mistress. Every time Amber bothered them with work, it was actually to facilitate their cheating.
Every moment they managed to flirt right under her nose made her feel like a joke.
All their five years of relationship crumbled down into a nothing-less pit of lies.
Revenge. That's the most thing Roxanne wanted to do after learning of the real reason why Christopher approached her.
The first step, giving him the same taste of being cheated on. Nothing hurt more than when the player was being played.
And, that would have been far from enough if her cheating date was just a random ordinary man. Roxanne knew better to strike so weakly, so she picked the man before her.
Lance Laurent, the hottest bachelor in Los Angeles, the heir to Laurent Cop, the strong opponent of Christopher...
What's more, Lance was Christopher's stepbrother.
Such a choice, would definitely make her revenge taste more delicious.
Suddenly a sharp pain from her nipple interrupted her beautiful revenge dream. Lance sucked harshly on her breast as a punishment for being distracted.
"Thinking of another man while having me, tell me, is my time a joke to you, woman?" Lance teased with the corners of his lips turning upwards.
With that thought, Lance pressed Roxanne's back against the wall as her barely clothed buttocks rested on the table. He captured her complete frame as he stared at her with those lavender color eyes of his.
Those eyes had drawn Roxanne in the first moment she had laid her eyes on him back in the bar.
Partly in her heart, she was still surprised that he would have said yes to her invitation so readily. After all, they didn't know each other well, even though they came close to becoming nominal family members.
Lance was the heir yet not close to the family.
Now, staring at his eyes so close, reducing her to a mushy pulp and making her core tighten.
Unlike the usual alienation he gave her, she found more madness sparkling in these eyes. Something that Roxanne had ignored up until now.
'Is he truly a wise choice for a one-night stand?' Roxanne couldn't help but ask herself.
Right at that moment, a sharp moan screamed from the next room, reminding her of the betrayal she had suffered and was suffering at the same time.
"Ah. Chris. shit Chris, faster. harder."
"Fuck babe, don't hold me so tight, I'm going to cum."
Sourness and nausea wrapped Roxanne's heart when Christopher called Amber 'babe'. The same way how he called her.
'Disgusting.' She scoffed yet her eyes turned red unconsciously.
"Don't make me repeat my question, woman." Lance grabbed her chin, demanding harshly.
With his words, she put the last of her concerns behind her. Leaning down further, she wrapped his waist closer with her legs and answered him in a slurry voice.
"You have my full attention now, so you better make it worth the while."
***
RING RING RING
"Hello?" Roxanne lazily stretched out as she answered the phone which kept disturbing her sleep.
"Hey babe, aren't you up yet?"
With a jolt, Roxanne finally realized the call was from Christopher. The sheets slipped off as she sat up to look around.
The light descended on her naked body through the window, making the hickeys on it more eye-catching.
Consciousness returned and she finally remembered what a shocking thing she had done yesterday.
Catching her fiancé cheating with his secretary, she was heartbroken. Iris was out of town, so she went to the bar alone. She was so drunk that decided to pick some guy to get a one-night stand as revenge.
Then she bumped into Lance, the stepbrother of her fiancé.
Only God knows what drove her to kiss him. That was Lance Laurent! The most guy she shouldn't have messed up with!
"Hey babe, are you listening? It's Grandpa's birthday party tonight, don't you remember? I'll be at your door soon."
Birthday party of the Laurent family? That was the place she should stay away from the most at this moment.
What would the public think if they found out that she was sleeping with another young master of that family while she was still holding the identity of the prospective daughter-in-law of the Laurent family?
They would not care about her pain of being betrayed, nor would they consider she was misled by alcohol. They would only take her as a slutty woman to laugh at.
And what's worse, even Christopher's affair would turn out to be her fault.
This world always had harsher standards for women. The same cheating, could prove the charm to men, yet led to endless accusations against women.
She was so sick of this.
Roxanne didn't regret the one-night stand but damn why did it have to be Lance? What the hell was she thinking last night?
"Babe, are you okay?"
Christopher's voice pulled her mind back. Roxanne was in a little trance when she heard his care again. How she wished that everything about yesterday was just a dream. When she woke up, Christopher was still her cutest fiancé and she was still the happiest bride-to-be.
But dreams always had to wake up.
"Ummm, Chris. I'm fine. Just go over the party first. I'll be there later." She simply hung up the phone. She couldn't let him know that instead of home, she was at an erotic hotel.
The same one he stayed with Amber last night.
It's not the time for him to notice all this. Her cheating was for revenge, not to give him leverage!
As she got off the bed to get dressed, the soreness between her thighs reminded her of how crazy they'd been last night.
Lance Laurent certainly hadn't gone easy on her last night.
"Fucking hell. Is he a dog that likes biting?" She couldn't help but complain when she noticed the masterpiece Lance had left on her breasts.
She remembered she had warned him several times about leaving traces so visible.
Again she reminded herself that such a domineering man was only good for a one-night stand. She should never make the same mistake.
However, when she finally arrived at her home, a big 'surprise' was just waiting for her.
"Did you spend the night out yesterday?" Christopher asked a bit furiously as he frowned.
Roxanne only felt a bomb detonating in her mind.
Damn, a big deal.
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9.1
Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke.
Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture.
A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life.
On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub.
For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot.
But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry.
This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again.
Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely.
However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out.
At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on.
They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased.
Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it.
Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!"
It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie.
This time, she walked away and never looked back.
And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?
7.6
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it."