One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

After Mackenzie had her tea and followed Nora for a tour around the building, Selene came crashing into Chase’s office. She was livid after seeing the article with the leaked picture of Chase and Mackenzie. Like the rest of the world, Selene was in shock.

“Chase!”

Chase looked away from the laptop, with a look in his eyes that showed all he considered her as, was a nuisance.

“What is this picture I’m seeing everywhere, Chase?! What were you doing with her?? Mackenzie?” She spat that name like it was synonymous with trash.

“How dare you let people see you with that lowlife? How can you humiliate me like this, publicly showing yourself with a low class bitch?! How can you drag my reputation in the mud?!”

Her voice was echoing all through the office, green eyes livid with fury and Chase stared at her carefully. It did not seem like even Selene knew what was going on. That meant he might have to rule her out from his suspect list.

He reached forward to press a button on his desk, which activated the privacy screens, and they slowly slid to cover the glass walls, protecting the office from any prying eyes.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, Chase?! Oh, you feel I don’t deserve an explanation for all of this madness-”

“-shut the fuck up, Selene.” Chase snapped coldly. He straightened up from his seat and moved away from his desk.

Did Selene shut the fuck up? No. She took a step forward, her amber hair flying behind her and her eyes wide with deep malice.

“What can she do that anyone else can’t? That I can’t? You keep talking like I destroyed this marriage when I’m really not all that guilty! Because what is this I’m seeing on the internet? You going around touching some other filthy woman?!

“When did you ever do that with me, your wife? I only slept with other people because you didn’t put me first. You neglected me, and I would go crazy if I don’t get care from somewhere else!” She paused and pinched the skin between her eyes, letting out a crazy smile.

“I just want to believe that you were only helping that bitch as your brother’s ex-wife, and the article is only spewing nonsense. Where did that bitch even pop out from!? Mackenzie? What hole did she crawl out of?! That pathetic-”

“Enough!” Chase cut her off in a voice that had gone dangerously tense, dark and threatening.

He was filled with a cold deadly rage at Selene for daring to say such things about Mackenzie to his face. He took a step towards her, and she froze. Her eyes slowly filled with fright when she saw the murderous anger swirling in his eyes. She swallowed, goosebumps peppering her arms.

She took a few more steps back, breaking eye contact with her heart pounding. Chase looked like he was ready to snap her in half just for talking about Mackenzie. It made the realization slowly dawn on Selene, that whatever was between him and Mackenzie, was far more than what she suspected.

Chase stopped in front of her, giving her a final warning. “Say her name one more time, and I’ll ruin your entire life, and that of your family.”

He stared at her then make sure his words sink into her fucking mind. He watched her face pale, and he knew she understood that he was dead serious. Turning back to his desk, he picked up a file and flung it at her.

It hit her hand, and she was too stunned to even catch it, so it crashed to the floor, spilling its contents. Selene glanced down at what poured out of the file, to realize that they were pictures of her, with different men, in incriminating positions, suggestive angles that gave a clear message.

That she was sleeping with the men in Chase’s circle.

Dread slowly climbed up her throat like a suffocating vice, that she could barely remember how to breathe. Shock rolled off her in waves, and she stiffly stopped to pick the pictures up. Seeing these pictures, she was sure that she had no leverage over Chase anymore.

He had leverage over her all along, because these pictures had been taken a while back.

Chase picked up a fresh set of divorce papers and walked over to her, grabbing her other hand and shoving it in.

“I give you till the end of today, Selene, to sign the divorce papers. If you do not sign these papers, I will send those pictures to the most influential, and bloodthirsty reporters. They will create an entire mess, of your secrets.

“They will tear you apart, Selene, because they will finally have what they have been starving for this whole time. My own side of the story. You think you play dirty? I can play much more dirty, and dangerous games, Selene.”

She trembled, as his words sank in. She looked up from the incriminating pictures, at him with sudden tears of anger shining in her green eyes.

“I had no idea you were such a monster. I have been married to a fucking demon all along!” Her voice trembled. “I’m going to your father. He will never let this divorce happen.”

Chase gave her a dark smile. “Doing that will only be futile, and embarrassing to yourself. My father already knows about all your secret escapades. Your pretense of being the perfect daughter-in-law will not work on him anymore. Save your pathetic self the further humiliation.”

His harsh, ruthless and burning words seared a path deep into the core of Selene’s soul. She was frozen solid with shock. Mr. Richard Axford knew all about her infidelity?

Could this day get any worse.

She let out a small huff, smiling at the floor while her eyes filled with burning hot tears. Her veins pumped anger, and when she met Chase’s eyes again, her voice shook with resentment,Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Sure. I’ll sign the fucking divorce papers, but you think you won, right?! Think again! You will never be happy after this, I promise you that! Does Jeffrey know that Mackenzie is back in Greensville? Oh, he divorced her so he probably doesn’t give a fuck, does he?

“I am sure he has seen the article, anyway, wouldn’t he love to see his younger brother holding his ex-wife and being her knight in shining fucking armor?!” Selene narrowed her eyes, voice nearing hysterics, “I fucking hope it is not what I’m thinking, Chase! Because I’ll make sure you’ll never be happy..!”

As Selene raved on, Chase had already called the security up, and they burst into the office, ready to get rid of any one disturbing the CEO. They paused when they saw Selene, looking at Chase was confirmation.

Selene let out a scoff, feeling like she had just been slapped on the face. Chase called the security on her?

“Take her out.” Chase ordered in a cold tone.

They moved immediately towards her, all three of them. She waved them off, yelling at the top of her lungs, “I know my fucking way out! Don’t fucking touch me with those miserable, grubby and disgusting hands of yours!!”

“If you really know your way out, you should have left a fucking long time ago.” Chase responded flatly.

She snarled at him, shoving the files into her bag. One of the security moved closer to her, “Please move it, ma’am, or we’ll have to move you.”

“Shut the fuck up, bastard!” She spat at that guard, and gave Chase one last hateful glare.

She then stormed across the office to the door, heels clacking loudly, hair flying and hips swaying in her tiny dress. She was trying to look as undefeated as possible, but her shoulders trembled with defeat, humiliation and anger. The guards followed her closely, till the door was shut behind them.

Chase returned to his seat and reclined in it, thinking about how Selene had reacted to the article, complaining about her reputation being damaged. Yes, Selene could do something like this, but not when it could lead to her own humiliation.

So who was behind this?

What the fuck was their agenda? He wondered. If Selene had seen it, Jeffrey would have too. And that was Mackenzie’s worst nightmare. And he had to protect her from it.

He called his assistant into his office, and she stood by his desk, hands clasped.

“Where is Miss Torsney?”

“Her work station is ready, so she is in her office, sir.” Nora responded

“Watch over her and provide anything she might need. Answer all her questions and give any explanations as clearly as possible . Cancel all my appointments for today and get to the bottom of the article circulating about me, and her” He ordered.

“I want names. Names of the living, breathing people who dared to do something like that. Contact the company in charge of that article and give them a direct order from me to take it down, or I’ll take them down.”