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.
Chapter Thirty four
Madisyn and Belle sat at their table, the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of silverware filling the air. They were half-listening to the conversation of the girls next to them when something shifted in the atmosphere. A sudden stir rippled through the outdoor restaurant. Following the girls' gazes, Madisyn and Belle turned in unison, just in time to catch sight of someone walking toward the exit.
There he was—the one and only Ethan. His confident stride parted the curious onlookers like waves. Even though he was wearing sunglasses and a hat pulled low over his brow, his attempts at disguising himself were futile. His magnetic presence was unmistakable, and the paparazzi, as always, were hot on his heels. They swarmed around him like moths to a flame, shoving microphones in his face, shouting questions in rapid-fire succession.
"Are you here with someone?" one of them barked, aggressively pushing a mic toward him.
"Where did you go today?" another pressed.