Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother
. She leaned heavily against the handrail, keeping all weight off her ri
pen directly int
home; it was
palette ranged from charcoal to black. There were no family photos, no
ys into a ceramic bowl on the console tabl
e elevator, water dripping from her
looking back. He kicked off his sh
air of grey slide slippers. He droppe
zipped her soaked boots and stepped into the slippers
second door on the left," Julian sa
pered. She took a
owing as her struggle became
nk so. Just
al. "The news says you're practically engaged to him. The 'Sterli
he blanket tighter around h
voice dropping an octave, rough with disd
den, cut through her misery. "I'm not a d
le he played nursemaid to his jun
Liam, but the words died in h
softly, looking down at her fe
unreadable. For a second, the hardn
red. "The gene p
ve island of black marble. "Go shower. Unless yo
oom. It was stark, white, and smelled of absolutely
othes. Her skin was pale, mottled blue from the cold.
heat hammer against her back. She didn't cry. She was too tired
water off, she reali
d no c
sodden pile of cashmere
she wh
owel around herself and cra
ans
to yell louder, bu
anger. On it hung a white dress sh
have left them while
. It swallowed her whole, the hem hitting her mid-thigh, the sleeves hanging inches
elled like him. That cedar and tobacco scent. I
nts and tied the drawstri
ut into the
ed against the floor-to-ceiling windows,
t the white void. He held a lit cigarette in on
ly, but the powerful, chosen kind. Like a
r approach
et, traveled up the baggy sweatpants, and lingered o
is eyes narrowing slightly. His Ad
f smoke, turning his
gesturing to t
there was a first a
Zoe said, feeling su
d. He crushed the cigarette out in a heavy cryst