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 4
"Do you want to join my plan?"
His words were like a demonic whisper. Roxanne knew she should avoid him but she couldn't help being curious.
"Let me hear it first."
They had moved to the balcony at the end of the hallway, where the light was dark enough that no one would find them.
She crossed her arms, minding an appropriate distance from him. Unlike last night, she was sober tonight and she shouldn't make the same mistake again.
"So, what were you going to do just now?" Lance asked instead of answering. "Break down the door and yell at them? Then draw others' attention to give you justice?"
"It's none of your business." Being seen through by him, Roxanne was a little chagrined.
"This is still the mansion of the Laurent. Do you really think you can win by exposing them?" Lance reminded her, "Even if he's disgraced, Christopher is still the stepson of the Laurents."
"Maybe some people will sympathize with you, but no one would dare to ask a justice from the Laurents for you."
"So what do you mean? You led me there to that good show and now you want me to surrender?" Roxanne couldn't help but question him while clenching her dress.
She knew he was telling the truth. Her family was somewhat powerful but not enough to compete with the Laurents. And she had referred too many resources to Christopher. It was not the best time to tear up their engagement. But she just couldn't bear it, especially when Christopher cursed her family so viciously.
"I think your plan of last night is much more interesting." He implied meaningfully and Roxanne was more furious to realize that he had no intention to help her but to insult her.
"Last night is an accident. You are never part of my plan." She retorted disdainfully, and his face darkened to hear that.
Lance stepped forward and looked at her intensely. "Oh really? So why did you kiss me first?"
That scene flashed into her mind. With loud music around them at the bar, he rejected her at first but she refused to lose her hands holding his neck and kissed the knot of his throat boldly. Roxanne felt heat on her cheek again.
"I was drunk."
"But you called out my name."
"I said I was drunk." She argued and wanted to leave but Lance domineeringly held her waist to stop her.
"It is said that alcohol can stir up the most primal of one's desires." Lance leaned his head closer to her ear as he asked in a hushed tone, "We had a good time, didn't we?"
His breath sprayed between her neck, making her more sensitive. Not wanting to be influenced by him, Roxanne pushed him away.
"That's enough. If you're not serious about giving me any useful suggestions, I'd rather go now."
He caught her in his arms again before she could resist, "Did I say I wouldn't help you?"
"Then just say it." She put her hands between them as she met his gaze.
"Defeating a Laurent isn't easy unless you have another Laurent to be your back."
His words hit her. It was indeed a good choice but somehow she felt she had better not to mess up such a man who was too full of danger and mystery.
"So you mean an alliance with you? Do I have anything that you want?" She asked, mockingly.
"You."
The way he looked at her was so different that shocked her. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be surprised or angry.
"If I remember correctly, you're engaged, Mr. Laurent." She reminded him coldly. She would not be fooled again.
"Weren't you also engaged when you slept with me last night?"
"That's not the same!" Roxanne argued as her face turned red.
"What's different? Do you dare to say you were not happier with me than with Christopher?"
"You lied to me yesterday. I would never pick you if I knew you're not single."
"I didn't!" Lance seemed to be annoyed as he held her more tightly. "I am also informed about the engagement just now. I didn't even know that woman."
"That's not what I should care. Let me go." Roxanne argued while struggling while Lance had no intention to let her go.
"Listen, Roxanne." He grabbed her chin forcefully."Never think to reject me especially after you slept with me."
"You bas..." Roxanne wanted to protest his dominance but his lips had fallen on hers.
A loud explosive and colorful bang of fireworks released behind them. At that moment, she felt his tongue penetrate her mouth once more and roam inside. When Lance hauled her up onto the thick railing of the balcony, another firework went off in the air.
Roxanne gasped and quickly glanced downstairs to make sure that no one had seen them. Fortunately, people seemed more fixated on the firework show than on whatever was happening in this corner.
"No way here, Lance." She pinched his arms and warned him when he stopped between their kisses.
"Don't you think this is the perfect place?" Lance stared her straight in her face, grinning like a demon. "Don't lie to yourself. When your useless fiancé is cheating on you nearby, don't you ever want to return him something same?"
It sounded so tempting that Roxanne forgot to reject it at that moment.
She moaned out when she felt Lance's finger caress her sensitive clit.
"Easy sunshine. It's just the beginning." Lance teased as he leaned in and kissed her neck, leaving a new mark on the same place.
Roxanne couldn't help but arch her back both the feeling of his fingers massaging her throbbing clit and the fiery feeling of his wet tongue against her skin. He knew too well how to awaken her body.
It was a combination that had slowly been making her lose all sense of reasoning and travel down the pleasure lane.
** ** ** **
By the grace of God, Roxanne made it on time when she rushed into her office the next morning.
She had no time to reprimand herself for making the same mistake as there was a huge project going on today.
"Oh, the bride-to-be, be glowing." Ella, her coworker teased as she stepped into the company, about to quietly slip into her office.
Roxanne forced a chuckle and a smile. "Knock it out, El."
"Why should I?" Ella asked as she picked up the files she had come for from Roxanne's desk and cradled them in her arms. "Everyone has been talking about it since the moment you stepped in. You're definitely glowing today."
Ella suddenly inched closer to Roxanne's table and asked. "A good night with Chris?"
"Minding your own business," Roxanne told her off with a serious look.
"Alright, if you don't want to share. No need to be so mean." Ella pouted as she stepped out of Roxanne's office.
Once she was alone, Roxanne sighed and pushed her white blonde hair backward and then her eyes landed on the picture on her table. A happy picture of her and Christopher when they had celebrated their second-year anniversary.
They were both smiling so happily at the camera that anyone would have pictured them as a perfect couple. not as they were now.
Shocking her head, she grabbed the picture and shoved it into one of her drawers. It's over. Now what she should focus on was to get all the things that belonged to her back.
BUZZ BUZZ
A new message popped out at that time. Even though she didn't save that number, she knew it was Lance.
「Sorry to bite you again, sunshine. Have a good day.」
Looking at his annoying message, her face scrunch up in distraught. God, why couldn't she be more determined and reject him last night?
It's not that easy to deal with Lance Laurent. Well, she should avoid him for a period first and then he would forget her just like other women.
She sighed as she deleted the message, and then her assistant knocked on the door and told her.
"Team manager, our new investor has arrived."
Roxanne nodded her head and walked towards the conference room after gathering the material in her hands.
'Pretty smile, Roxy.' She reminded herself as she took a deep breath and stepped into the conference room.
However, seconds later, her smile immediately froze as she spotted the familiar face sitting on the seat for their major investor.
The moment when his eyes met hers, Roxanne felt the heat of the hickey on her neck again.
Damn, why didn't anyone tell her that their new investor was Lance Laurent?
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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."