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 3
"Come on, Christopher my son. How could you be so wild even before the wedding?" Grace teased with a sleazy chuckle, wanting to let all the guests learn that her son's marriage to the daughter of the Grant family was imminent.
So, it remained to be seen to whom the heir-ship will go.
All in her complacency, Grace didn't notice the frozen face of her son. Christopher stared at Roxanne with hidden anger in his eyes, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
The last time they had made love was months ago. When and how the hell could she get such a mark? He couldn't believe that a meek girl like Roxanne even dared to cheat on him.
Meeting his angry gaze, Roxanne felt her heart clench but it soon turned to be the thrill of revenge.
'See? No one likes to be cheated on, Christopher.'
She sneered inside and simply explained, "Ah, this is just a mosquito bite."
"A mosquito bite?"
Her answer caused the faces of the crowd to vary.
Grace was embarrassed, Christopher was confused, and Lance's grin froze on his lips.
How dare this woman compare him to an obnoxious mosquito?
'You'd better be ready to pay the price for your words, woman.' Lance thought as he took a sip of the wine in his hand.
Trying her best to ignore Lance's meaningful gaze, Roxanne took Christopher's hand in hers and explain to him again.
"Iris had forgotten to fumigate her place."
She knew Christopher wouldn't buy her words at once, but he had no reason to doubt her when 'she was at Iris' home last night'.
"You know I hate mosquitoes the most, but you were not there by my side at that time." She pouted as she complained to Christopher, which slowly dispelled his doubts.
Maybe he was just overthinking. Where did a good girl like her get the guts to cheat? Christopher always knew how much she cherished marriage and family.
Watching the couple regain their apparent harmony, Lance chuckled, "Yeah, good job of the mosquito."
His sarcastic comment had both Christopher and Roxanne glancing at him. Roxanne warned him with her eyes but Lance didn't care at all. He seemed to say something more, the voice of his father sounded to draw all their attention.
"Thank you all for taking the time to attend our family party." Lance's father Layton raised his wine glass high at the center stage as he stated, "In addition to celebrating the birthday of my father, the Chairman of the Laurent Cop, there is one more important announcement to make today."
Layton smiled mysteriously, making the hearts of the crowd tense up. And finally, his eyes fell on Lance.
"Let's make a toast to my son Lance Laurent who shall be engaged by the end of this month."
The words were followed by applause.
There was a tradition in the Laurent family that the offspring could only get the heir-ship after they got married. Most people had thought the succession was close to going to the stepson Christopher first, after all, he was already engaged while Lance still enjoyed the indulgent single life without any semblance of getting married.
Yet now, a simple engagement announcement helped Lance win back easily.
Sure enough, the Laurent family value their own bloodline more.
Nearly at once, Lance was quickly surrounded by congratulations from different guests.
Roxanne couldn't see his face clearly as she was pushed out of the way by the crowd. But she could clearly feel the anger from Christopher, who was standing beside her but staring hard at Lance.
For a moment, Roxanne had a feeling of indescribable pleasure.
She hadn't yet carried out much of her plan, and Christopher was going to lose everything. This should be his retribution for betraying her, right?
Roxanne stepped closer, intending to watch more of his suffering face but Christopher just turned away, excusing himself to the restroom.
In an instant, her heart hit rock bottom again. So, this was his true attitude toward her. As long as he found she was useless to him, he would abandon her like trash.
He doesn't love her at all.
Roxanne should be glad that she had already found this out, but why did her heart still hurt?
** ** ** **
[Third Floor, fifth room.]
Roxanne stared at the message on her phone that had come from an unknown number.
She was ready to leave when other guests were standing outside in the garden watching the exquisite firework show.
Christopher was not in the mood after that announcement, and she was also not interested in pretending to keep this loveless relationship. She would inform him of dismissing their engagement soon, but not today.
She was not going to break him twice in one night. This would be her last mercy for him.
After all, he did accompany her at the darkest time when she lost her parents.
After tonight, they would have no relationship and she would start her new life.
Ignoring the inexplicable message, Roxanne was about to leave. But it was as if the other party had read her mind. A new message popped up again.
[If you don't want to let others know about last night, come over soon.]
Damn it! She knew she had chosen the wrong date for a one-night stand last night.
Lance Laurent. Why would he try to pester her when he clearly had no shortage of women? And it was not to mention he'd already engaged.
That liar.
She clearly remembered that she had confirmed his single condition before she took him to the hotel. Obviously, he lied to her.
Roxanne was tempted to walk away but recalling the madness that had flashed in his eyes, she decided it was better to have a talk to him.
It was only a one-night stand and they should just forget it.
She looked back to observe the garden where everyone was focusing on the firework show and they would only think she had gone home. It wouldn't hurt for a short stay.
She finally arrived at the location Lance had told her as she walked through the building. In front of the room, she took a deep breath in, calming her nerves as she raised her to push the door open but stopped when she heard the familiar sound of moaning.
"Ah. Chris. ah, fuck."
It didn't take Roxanne more than a second to recognize Amber's voice. Her hand shivered and once again, her heart ached in disappointment.
Why Was Amber here? During such a family event, was Christopher so eager to fuck his mistress? What the hell did he think she is? Anger was burning in Roxanne's heart.
She should really call the others over to see how shameless the stepson of the Laurent family was.
At that moment Roxanne really wanted to do that, even if it would draw her ridicule at the same time. Just as she was about to move, she heard their talk.
"Are you still going to continue your plan, Chris boo?"
"Why not? I have put so much effort into Roxanne, it's time for her to repay me."
Repay? What gave him a face to say that? Hadn't she given his company enough support over the years? She even fought many times with her family for that.
"You aren't really in love with her, right?"
For some reason, Roxanne's heart lightly throbbed, but what she heard next totally shattered her heart.
"Love?" Christopher chuckled as if hearing a big joke. "Just dealing with her family is sick enough for me. If they weren't obstructing everything, all her property should have been under my name already."
"With that, I should have defeated Lance long ago."
"How nice it will be if her damn family could also die in some accidents like her parents. That way, Roxanne will just be my obedient puppet and you will be my only noble queen."
"Oh, you're so bad."
"Don't you just love the bad way I am?"
Amber giggled and their moans and grunts of pleasure restarted again. And Roxanne, who heard all their talk, was almost on her edge.
How dare he curse her family like that?! She thought he was at least the most person who know her pain of losing her parents. So it was all a lie, right?
How stupid she was to fall for such a hypocritical bastard! Seven whole years wasted. Roxanne thought as a quiet self-deprecating laugh left her lips.
Taking a deep breath, Roxanne was going to kick off the door but was stopped by a firm hand.
She turned around and saw Lance who was standing behind her with a smirk.
"So sunshine, do you want to join my plan?"
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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."