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A Deal With My Boyfriend's Billionaire Brother

"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.

ginandroses · Urban
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78 Chs

Chapter forty eight

{smut scene, don't read this chapter if uncomfortable.}

Was she ready to face the consequences of her provocation? Little did she know that sitting on his lap would stir something deep within him—something he'd kept buried for far too long.

"Madisyn, I doubt we'll make it to the restaurant," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as his hand rested gently on her thigh. The weight of it told her he wasn't teasing. He meant it.

"We… should wait," she managed to whisper, though her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck before he spoke again, the words melting against her. "Should we?"

His lips found a tender spot beneath her ear, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.