Claimed by my husband's brother.

Episode 6

Liliah.

After Dante left, the mansion fell into its usual silence.

The household staff gradually arrived from the servants' quarters, going about their daily routine. The maids cleaned every corner of the mansion while the kitchen staff prepared breakfast.

There wasn't much for me to do.

After breakfast, I wandered around the house, played the piano for a while, then sat by the window, absentmindedly watching the day go by. It had been my routine for the past three years.

Quiet and Lonely. And literally no one gave a f**k about it.

Some days, I wondered if this was all my life would ever be.

Before I knew it, evening arrived, and the sound of cars pulling into the driveway broke the silence.

Ian was home. Sometimes Ian wouldn't come home for an entire week. It was obvious he was with Chloe, his mistress. Ever since he declared our marriage open, he didn't see the beers to hide it anymore..

The maids came every evening to prepare dinner and set the dining table so whoever was home could have their meal. Some nights, the food remained untouched until they returned the next morning to clear it away.

After taking my shower, I changed into my nightwear and climbed into bed.

On the days Ian did come home, he barely spoke to me. He would either go straight to sleep or, if he needed to satisfy himself, come to me without a second thought. That was the only time I seemed to matter.

I lay quietly on the bed, tears slipping down my cheeks.

Safe to say, I was depressed.

The bedroom door clicked open.

Ian stepped inside so quietly that I pretended not to notice.

"Liliah." He tapped my shoulder.

"Ian... what?" I turned to face him.

"I told you you'd be sleeping in the guest room. What the heck are you doing here?"

A sigh escaped my lips.

Wait...

I had completely forgotten.

He actually meant it.

This man would humiliate me any chance he got.

"Ian, this is—"

He quickly pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me.

"Stop complaining, Liliah. f*****g go to the guest room. Chloe is waiting outside. Don't you get it? And do that quietly. I don't want Dante to know you're not sleeping here tonight."

His tone left no room for argument.

Another tear threatened to fall, but I refused to give him that satisfaction.

"Okay," I muttered under my breath as I climbed out of bed.

I slipped into my slippers and walked toward the door.

The moment I opened it, Chloe was standing outside.

Her gaze slowly traveled over me before a look of disgust settled on her face.

Without saying a word, I stepped aside.

She walked in.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Then I heard her laugh.

"She's such a dummy, Ian. I can't believe your parents brought that thing for you to marry. You've been stuck with her for over three years now."

My feet refused to move.

I stood there, frozen.

"I don't know why her dumb ass was lying here. I clearly told her I was coming over."

They both laughed again.

"I don't even want her in this room, to be fair," Chloe scoffed.

I swallowed hard as another tear rolled down my cheek.

Then… A whistle echoed from the other end of the hallway.

I turned.

Dante stood there in a dark silk robe, one hand tucked into his pocket, watching me with an unreadable expression.I pressed my eyes shut.

Dante signaled for me to come over.

I shook my head, refusing.

Without saying a word, he walked toward me, gripped my wrist, and gently pulled me away from the door to the far end of the hallway. We weren't too far from the room, just enough that no one inside would notice us.

"You know, bunny..." His gaze lingered on me. "I can't believe you're shedding tears for that man."

I rolled my eyes.

"You aren't any better, Dante."

"Tsk, tsk."

He shook his head before reaching up to wipe away the tear rolling down my cheek with his thumb. My heart softened.

I didn't know why Dante seemed so invested in me. I couldn't figure him out. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't read what was going on inside his head.

"Well, I'm trapped. If I f*****g leave, my family is going to be doomed." My voice cracked.

Dante nodded several times as though I had just said something amusing.

"You can just say you need my help, and I'll make it happen."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, despite myself sounding genuinely interested.

"I know men like Ian." A faint smirk played on his lips. "Weak people. They thrive on making others feel beneath them.”

“I need your moan to be extremely loud, bunny”

I wrinkled my brows. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“Watch him tremble” he spoke again, leaning closer to my neck region. I swallowed hard.

“You keep speaking in parables,” I said. I was genuinely confused…

Dante locked lips with me at that moment, kissing me hard like his life depended on it.

I drowned in his kiss, f**k me I can't believe I still want this.

Dante instantly pulled away panting.

“Moan, bunny… trust me on this…” he said, his voice demanding.. my eyes locked onto his hazel eyes,unable to resist his command.

I parted my lips slowly while our eyes were fixed on each other…

Dante pulled down one of my night dress straps, revealing one of my tits..

He diverted his gaze on it, staring at it so lustfully but I loved how he gazed at it. Dantee reached his hands and twisted my nipples..

“Moan bunny. Loudly….he needs to hear you.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkk. Dan..tr…” I followed his lead and moaned, even adding fake moans although the feelings were there. To be honest I had no f*****g idea why I was obeying him.

“Louder! Bunny.” He demanded, squeezing my t**s while staring directly into my eyes.

“Fuckkkkkkj…..” I moaned…. And just then, the door burst open with Ian storming out. Dante pulled his hands away and I adjusted my straps..

“What the heck is going on here!” He blasted. I noticed a smirk spread across Dante’s face.