Ruined By My Brother-In-Law

His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned. His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch." She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions. "Spread your legs." She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers. His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core. "Jason-" she gasped, desperate. ******** Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister's wedding afterparty, not stuck in a locked car with the groom's infuriating older brother. Jason Knight-best man, shameless flirt, her personal headache-had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space. He wasn't supposed to make her skin heat with one touch. And she definitely wasn't supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him. One night. That's all it was meant to be. But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn't just her brother-in-law's maddeningly smug brother, he's the boy she once humiliated in high school-the one who never forgot, and he's spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself. Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan. Twenty-one days. One dangerous game. Anna is about to learn that some grudges don't fade, they smolder and ignite. When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?

Chapters

Chapter 1

Anna wished she was somewhere else right now.

She glanced at the figure beside her and her nose scrunched up.

Her phone rang just then, her younger sister's smiling face filling the screen.

"Is everything okay, Lena?" She asked the moment the call connected.

"Yes! When are you getting here?"

Anna side-eyed the figure behind the wheel. "We happen to be crawling like a snail right now, but I'm sure I'll be there soon, okay? Go have fun, and big sis will roll in soon with the cannon."

The call ended and Anna leaned back into the passenger seat with a sigh.

Jason's deep voice cut in, low and smug, "Still like telling people what to do, huh?"

Anna turned away toward the window, deciding she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of an answer this time. She wasn't sure what spoiled the night more: sitting in a car en route to the venue of her sister's wedding after-party with the most annoying jerk she knew, or the fact that he was clearly enjoying her torture.

Jason Knight.

The groom's annoying brother and best man, which meant as her sister's Chief bridesmaid, Anna had been stuck with him these past few days!

She didn't know a fate more horrible, nor a person more maddeningly unpredictable.

The first time they'd met, she was sure he hated her guts. His big grin for his baby brother had dropped the instant he saw her. He'd spent the rest of that day offering nothing but cold shoulders and dissecting stares, as if she were some kind of lab rat.

Then the next day at rehearsal?

A full 180.

He'd kissed her hand like a gentleman, called her his favourite bridesmaid, and showed up with chocolate bars like a lovesick fool.

And then today at the wedding, he'd ignored her almost completely, entertaining every other bridesmaid and lady who so much as blinked his way. Charming, handsome, magnetic, and she hated that she'd noticed.

She'd decided that Jason Knight was the kind of man she wanted nothing to do with.

But here she was, in his car.

"Quieten your brain, spitfire." Amusement rang in Jason's voice. "I can see the smoke through your nostrils and ears."

"Pretty sure yours is frozen from the alcohol and cringy flirts," Anna shot back, glaring at him from across the console.

Jason's eyes left the road momentarily, a smirk on his lips. "Were you watching me, Princess?"

"What- why would I watch you? And stop calling me those silly names you give your girls."

He chuckled. "You didn't have an issue with it the other day, Sweetheart."

Anna tried to ignore the heat creeping up her neck slowly. "Ever heard the phrase, for peace to reign?"

Jason frowned, rubbed his jaw in thought. "Enlighten me, if you would, Your highness."

"I tolerated your presence and bawl-worthy attempts at flirting because it's my sister's wedding. Curb it."

Jason pulled into the hotel for the after party just then and turned to her. He pressed a button to lock the doors, preventing her from exiting.

"You've still got that same bossy tone, Princess." He leaned forward. "Makes me wonder what you sound like when you break down."

Anna frowned. "What does that mean?"

Jason grinned. "It means I want to get to know-" his eyes trailed over Anna slowly, "-every part of you."

Suddenly, Anna felt naked. She resisted the urge to pull the silk fabric of her dark red gown over her exposed cleavage. Heat bloomed on her cheeks, thankfully hidden by the blush she had on. She reached for the door immediately and frowned when it didn't budge.

She turned back to him and her breath caught at the look in his eyes. Her tongue darted out quickly to moisten her lips. "Unlock the door, Jason."

His smirk was pure sin. "Not until you say you'll dance with me."

"I'd rather-"

"-kiss me?" His gaze dropped to her mouth, slow and deliberate, like he already knew her answer. "Careful, Princess. You keep looking at me like that and I'll think you want me."

Her pulse spiked. He was too close, too smug, and way too tempting. "You're drunk."

"Drunk on you, maybe."

She hated him almost as much as she wanted to find out how good that mouth really was. She swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat, unable to tear her gaze away from his lips. Those heart shaped lips. She wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.

Jason leaned over the console, a smug smile stretching his lips. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, tilted her head up. Their gaze met and locked, and he ran his thumb over her lower lip slowly, his gaze lowering to watch them part.

Goosebumps broke out on Anna's skin from his touch, and her eyes fluttered close as his fingers caressed her cheeks. Jason's lips lowered slowly to hers but with their lips just inches apart, he stopped.

He brought his lips to her ears instead and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "Does this mean you'll dance with me then?"

Anna's eyes flew open, her face turning the color of an overripe tomato the moment she realized just what she'd done. Or rather, what she'd been willing to let him do.

She pushed against his chest and Jason pulled back, a smirk on his lips. Anna wanted to slap it off his face.

God. She wanted to strangle him.

She cleared her throat. "Open-open the door, Mr. Knight."

Jason tilted his head to the side, eyes boring into her. "The dance?"

"Fine. I'll dance with you! Jus-just open the da... door!"

Jason pressed a button and the doors unlocked with a click. He opened his mouth to speak, but Anna was out of the car before he could get the first word out, like hellhounds were hot on her heels.

"Maybe they are," he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening as they followed her with a glare and a hunger he couldn't suppress. "This wasn't part of the fucking plan." .

Her sheer red gown had tormented him all afternoon at the wedding, and now every step she took only fanned the fire in him.

This wasn't part of the plan. The plan to ruin her like she did him in high school, but his body betrayed him anyway. His jaw tightened.

Who said he couldn't get both?

A wicked thrill curled through him. He was going to leave a mark on her that she would never forget, and he would have fun while at it.

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The moment she stepped into the wrong restroom, everything changed. Hailey had only been at Hillsworth College for a day, a fresh scholarship student, eager yet nervous. She had simply been looking for the restroom, but fate had other plans. The thick scent of smoke filled her lungs the second she pushed the door open. The air was dense, intoxicating. Her breath hitched when she saw him. A dangerously handsome guy. He leaned lazily against the sink, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his sharp eyes flickering toward her. Tattoos curled around his arms like inked secrets, and silver rings glinted from his eyebrow and tongue. A dangerous smirk lifted his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Lost, princess?" He asked with a smirk, raking her with his eyes from head to toe. Hailey 's heart pounded. This was the boys' restroom. And somehow, she had just collided with trouble. ___ Hailey had learned early on that life was rarely fair. She barely remembered her parents, their faces were blurry images in an old photo album she had once clung to as a child. After their deaths, she was taken in by her uncle, the only family she had left. At first, life had been tolerable-until he died too. That was when everything changed. Her uncle's wife, Cecilia, had never truly cared for her, but after his death, the cold indifference turned to outright cruelty. Hailey became the unwanted burden in their home, forced to endure harsh words and extra chores. Unlike her cousin, Brielle, who lived in luxury and had everything handed to her, Hailey had to fight for the smallest things. When Cecilia refused to pay for her education, she had thought her dreams were over. But then the scholarship to Hillsworth College came like a miracle. She studied tirelessly, poured everything into that exam, and when the results came in, she had been one of the few selected. It was her chance at freedom, her chance to escape. There was just one problem. Hillsworth was Brielle's school. And if there was one thing Hailey knew, it was that her cousin would make her life miserable. But none of that compared to the storm she was about to walk into. Wanna know what the encounter with the bad boy leads to? Come with me 🫣

Action Modern Young Adult

8.3

Betrayed At The Altar, Married For Revenge

8.3

Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister. On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future. But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse. Marriage. Power. Revenge. Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her. There's just one problem... Her new husband knows more about her past than he should. And the closer she gets to revenge- the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.

Action Billionaire Romance

7.8

My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession

7.8

She once called him her husband. Now, she calls him a devil. After catching her husband in his ex's house one too many times, she walked away,pregnant, broken, and done. Four years later, fate laughs when she runs into him again, more powerful, colder, and dangerously obsessed. He wants her back, but not for love. For revenge. For reasons buried beneath his arrogance and her silence. But as she fights the pull between hate and desire, she learns something terrifying The devil she runs into might not be the same man she divorced. He's darker, hungrier... and this time, he's not letting her go.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Next life, be my luna please

9.3

Natalie and Alpha Lucian's seven - year mate bond turns bitter when he fathers a pup with his mistress, Vanessa. For three years, they battle over breaking the bond. Natalie, once stubbornly refusing, finally calls him to end it, lying that she's dying. After the bond is broken, Alpha Lucian sends her overseas. Three years pass; Natalie dies, and upon hearing the news, Alpha Lucian realizes his true feelings. His relationship with Vanessa deteriorates, and he tries to break their bond, but she refuses. In the end, alone and filled with regret, Alpha Lucian cuts himself off from the world, praying for a better life for Natalie in the next lifetime.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.8

The Alpha's Forbidden Blood

7.8

He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life. "...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget. They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart. Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts. Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love. Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart. His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.5

The Final Score: When The Wife Walks Away

7.5

I didn't keep a ledger to save my marriage to the Chicago Underboss. I kept it to justify ending it. Every time Blake chose his "childhood friend" Ariana over me, I deducted points. When he left me burning in a gallery fire to save her? Minus twenty. When he gave her my grandmother's brooch? Minus fifteen. But the score finally hit zero on the night of the storm. Blake abandoned me at a cemetery with a broken leg because Ariana called him about a flat tire. Alone in the rain, unable to run, I was struck by a semi-truck. As I bled out on the operating table, the doctors begged Blake—the head trauma surgeon—for the O-negative blood reserve codes. He refused. He ordered them to save the blood for Ariana, just in case her "panic attack" turned into shock. He didn't know the dying patient was his wife. Because of that decision, my body shut down to protect my vital organs. I survived, but the eight-week-old heartbeat inside me stopped. He killed his own son to treat his mistress's anxiety. I woke up in an empty room and pulled out the black book one last time. "Minus five points. Killed our child for her reserve." I signed the divorce papers, wiped my fingerprints from the penthouse, and vanished. Two years later, I returned to Chicago as a celebrated architect. And the man who once ruled the city was kneeling in the rain at my feet, begging for a love he had already slaughtered.

Action Modern Romance

Ruined By My Brother-In-Law

Chapter 1

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