"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲." ────୨ৎ──── "You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us. Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively. His gaze drifted lazily over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts visible above the low neckline of my tank top. The air thickened with anticipation as we stood facing each other, neither willing nor wanting to break the electrifying silence that hung between us. I tilted my head up at his tall frame before speaking, "How would my brother feel about his best friend checking out his little sister?" A dark chuckle leaves his mouth, Matío traced lazy circles on my lower back with his index finger. "Your brother left me alone with you, remember? So I guess it's fair game." His voice dropped huskier than usual as he leaned closer to me, his minty breath fanning my neck. He's toying with me, But it won't work. "That's not quite how that works." I respond, pushing his chest to back him away. He won't win against me. Will he? 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑