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To Punish My Cheating Ex, I Bedded His Stepbrother Novel Cover

To Punish My Cheating Ex, I Bedded His Stepbrother

To punish my cheating ex, I slept with his stepbrother. Best decision of my life? Or the worst mistake I never saw coming? My fiancé Christopher had been caught with his pants down-again. This time, I wasn't going to cry. One wild night with Lance Laurent-Christopher's estranged stepbrother, the heir to the Laurent empire, and the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles-was supposed to be my revenge. One night became two. Three. A dozen. Every time Christopher cheated, I'd moan louder in Lance's bed. An eye for an eye. A betrayal for a betrayal. When the dust settled and Christopher came crawling back, tears and pleas dripping from his lips, I felt nothing but cold satisfaction. "Too late," I smiled. "I don't recycle trash." But turning my back on Christopher was easy. Turning back on Lance Laurent? He's never a man you use for revenge. He's the devil you sign a contract with. "Thinking about him while you're underneath me?" His grip on my jaw was brutal, his hips relentless. "You started this fire. But I decide when it burns out." Some men you can't walk away from. Some debts you never stop paying. And the devil in my bed expects me to stay.
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Chapter 7

Her heart was in her throat when Roxanne met Christopher again as she stepped out of the elevator after work.

Didn't he tell her that he had to work overtime tonight? What made him change his plan?

"A surprise." He grinned widely as he gave her a big hug. Many passersby casted envious glances towards them, thinking they were a couple in love.

Yet Roxanne was keenly aware of something strange. Christopher was a bit too clingy today. That was not him.

Even though he was smiling, she could feel there was something hiding behind that.

"Sorry for being busy these last few days. I'll make it all up tonight." He said gently but somehow gave her a shiver.

"It's okay." Roxanne answered as she slipped into the passenger seat.

The rest of the ride, Christopher consisted of his one-sided conversation regardless that Roxanne had told him that she was tired and needed some rest.

By the time they had arrived at Roxanne's house, she didn't hesitate to jump out of his car the moment he had parked it well.

"Thanks for the ride." She said as she took fast strides towards her house, leaving Christopher clenching his teeth in anger.

She didn't even invite him inside. She must have an affair!

Jumping out of his seat, Christopher chased after her and caught her wrist before she could step into her apartment.

"Roxy, wait."

"Yeah?" Roxanne answered and his hand around her wrist made her feel utterly revolted. "What is it?"

"I was thinking that...maybe we could watch a movie tonight. Like old times?"

Ah, so that was his another trick to make her pregnant soon. Roxanne thought as she forced a smile on her lips.

"Sorry, Chris, I'll have to throw in the towel for tonight."

Christopher's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Work, tons of it piled up." She lied with the sweetest smile on her lips and with everything she had, placed a peck on his cheeks. "Some other time, okay?"

Christopher was not about to give up but the sound of his phone ringing went off.

Christopher was a little panicked when he saw the name on his screen. It was Amber, Roxanne had also seen it.

He told her that he needed to work overtime before. Roxanne guessed it should be their cheating date tonight. But some unknown reasons drove him to change his plan. So, his little mistress felt uneasy now.

"Call from work?" She asked as she sneered inside.

"Y-yeah." Christopher lied. "I'll finish this soon and be back to you."

But when he hung up the phone and returned, wearing a saddened expression."Roxy, babe..."

"You have to leave?" Roxanne cut his words, already knowing what he was about to say. She had experienced it too many times.

Christopher solemnly nodded his head and Roxanne pressed her lips into a thin line. Though she already knew his choice, Roxanne couldn't help but feel bitter.

After a long silence, she nodded and forced a smile. "It's okay."

"You are always the best, babe."Christopher gave her a hug before rushing away.

Disappointedly watching him leaving her for Amber again, Roxanne gave herself a bitter laugh and turned to open her door. However, someone forcefully sneaked in before she could lock the door.

With her only source of light gone and the light switch feets away, Roxanne felt her heart pound as many unpleasant possibilities flew through her mind.

She tried to scream and run, but was pinned against the wall with her mouth covered by the man.

"Stop screaming." Only after hearing his voice did Roxanne realize that it was none other than Lance.

Anger rose in her chest and without thinking, she bit his palm painfully.

Lance hissed and instantly unlatched his palm from her mouth.

"You fucking lunatic." Roxanne cursed out once she had regained her ability to speak. "What right do you think you have to waltz your way into my house? Leave, right now!"

"Do you really want me to do that?" Lance asked and took a step forward and Roxanne stepped backward to keep a safe distance from him.

"Picture this," Lance uttered as he continued taking steps towards her. "What do you think your fiancé would think when he sees his stepbrother coming out of his fiancee's house?"

"Only a few minutes after you had just rejected him spending the night."

Roxanne's brows knitted. How exactly did he know of this? Was he stalking her?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. That I accidentally left him a little gift this morning." Lance shrugged his shoulders as he smirked.

"Gift?" Roxanne felt herself more confused.

"Nothing much, just the condom we used last night. I 'accidentally' left it in that coat of his I guess."

When Roxanne finally realized what he had done, the panic she felt before turned into anger directed at Lance.

"Are you fucking crazy?" She raged, taking a threatening step towards Lance and he just grinned.

"What fun is a game of revenge if your opponent is simply clueless?"

"Game?" Roxanne asked and scoffed. "This isn't a 'game'. This is my life you're toying with."

"Easy sunshine. Obviously with his three percent IQ brain power, Christopher would never be able to think that your cheating date is his stepbrother."

"What?" Roxanne's eyes fluttered in disbelief. Her choice in men really was awful.

"Come on sunshine..." Lance continued to say, "I'm helping you here, the least you should say is thank you."

"You, helping me? And I should say thank you?" Roxanne felt her hand itching to slap his face but held herself back.

"I'm not interest in your stupid game but this draws the line." She told him and was about to kick him out from her house but he held her wrist.

"I'm serious." The tone of his voice made her stunned and he continued, "I'm sure as hell that you can't finish this without me."

"You need me." Lance said as he reached forward, took a tiny batch of her hair and rolled around his finger.

"Don't delude yourself." She told him as she smacked his fingers away. "I've told you that you're never in my plan. I was just looking for a random one-night stand. There will be others if not..."

But before she could finish her words, Lance had closed the distance between them and crashed his lips against her.

"You dare not have others!"

Roxanne struggled against his kiss but Lance placed his hand behind her head and waist and pulled her closer, holding her in place as he successfully gained access into the fortress of her mouth.

Knowing she would easily be controlled by him if she let him continue, Roxanne was going to bite and force him to stop, and a familiar voice graced her ears.

"Babe, what's up?"

Roxanne's eyes widened when she realized it was Christopher. She nervously searched around and finally spotted her phone in Lance's right hand.

"Are you fucking crazy!" She yelled with fuming ears after grabbing her phone back and hung up at once.

How could he be so keen on such childish tricks? Calling her fiancé while they were kissing. Did he think that she hadn't got enough troubles now?

She was about to lash out on him once more when the sound of pounding against her door caught both she and Lance's attention.

"Roxanne, Roxanne, open the door. Open the door right this instant, Roxanne!"

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