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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.

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Chapter fifty

Madisyn and Ethan arrived at the restaurant Ethan had chosen. Calling the place "elegant" would have been a gross understatement. It was a renowned establishment, famed for its two Michelin stars. The grandeur of the setting was evident the moment they stepped inside—the dim lighting cast a soft glow on the luxurious furnishings, and the air was thick with an intoxicating blend of exquisite aromas. However, this restaurant was not one you could just walk into; reservations were required weeks in advance. But Ethan hadn't bothered with that. He knew he would be let inside regardless.

As soon as he walked through the door, a waitress greeted them warmly, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Good evening, Mr. Connor," she said smoothly. "Will you be needing a table?"

Ethan gave a slight nod. "Yes, we're two."