Seducing My Ex's Billionaire Brother

Chapter 1

FREYA SINCLAIR

I was soaked to the bone before I even reached the door.

The rain came in sideways, slapping against my face, matting my hair to my forehead. My shoes squelched on the marble tiles of the Carter building's lobby, and the security guard barely glanced up as I passed. I was a familiar face here. For six years, I’d been the girlfriend , the good girlfriend who waited patiently through business dinners and late-night meetings. The kind they smiled at politely but never truly saw.

Tonight, I just wanted to be held.

My boss yelled at me. A client called me incompetent. Someone spilled coffee on my blouse before my shift even started, and I hadn’t eaten anything but breath mints since noon. All I wanted was to crawl into Logan’s arms, listen to him talk about deals I didn’t understand, and fall asleep next to someone who promised he loved me.

In short I had a bad day like one of the days where I felt as if I was no good. I felt worthless completely.

He told me to text before I came over and I had completely forgotten that. I was just eager to go home and be in his arms. Said he might be busy and I will be careful to not disturb him. He usually works late even at home. He works at his dad's company under his own older step brother.

I knocked once, softly.

The penthouse door creaked open after a pause. I smiled, ready to be welcomed by his soft smile.

But the smile died before it ever reached my eyes.

It wasn’t Logan who opened it.

It was a woman. A very beautiful woman.

Her hair was wet, clinging to her bare shoulders like she’d just stepped out of the shower. Her feline eyes looked up and down , taking in my appearance. We both were wet, me from the rain and she from the shower. She wore an oversized designer white dress shirt , Logan’s , unbuttoned enough to expose a long, red mark blooming across her collarbone. There was a bite mark too.

My stomach turned cold and my world tilted a slightly making me instantly dizzy.

“Oh,” she said, blinking at me. “You must be Freya.” her lips turned into a smirk , mocking me.

My name in her mouth felt like a knife. Her eyes looked at me as if I was something entertaining.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I couldn’t feel my tongue, couldn’t remember why I was even here. I wanted to believe this was a mistake — that she was someone’s sister, a friend, a colleague. Anything but what I already knew she was. And I didn't want to believe it.

She didn’t even flinch. She just leaned against the doorframe as she folded her arms over her chest like she belonged here. Like I didn’t.

“He said he’d talk to you,” she added, tilting her head. “Guess he forgot.” she said mockingly, the smirk never leaving her face

My hands were trembling now, clutching the small bag I’d brought like it might anchor me to this moment.

I stepped back just as Logan appeared behind her, shirtless, drink in hand, the ice clinking as he paused mid-sip. He had red marks all over his body as well.

He didn’t look surprised.

“Freya.” His voice was calm. Too calm. “You shouldn’t just show up like this.” he said as if he was discussing the weather.

I couldn’t breathe. “Who is she?” my voice can out as a whisper.

He looked at me, looked at her, and then sighed. “Let’s not make a scene.” he warned me. “Want to come in? You are soaking wet.” He asked me as he took a sip from his drink.

The woman smiled, slipping her hand around his waist like she’d done it a hundred times. He placed his arm around her waist too, keeping her close.

“Who is she?” I asked again.

“This is Jennie, my fiancee. We are about to get married next week.” He told me and Jennie smiled at me.

I laughed. Or maybe choked. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

“Six years, Logan.”

“Six years of what?” he asked lazily. “Are you clinging to some fantasy? I had never once told you that we were something serious. I kept you around because I knew how attached you are to me but I always knew I would have to marry someone who would match my class. Someone who I can parade around and don't feel embarrassed. Jennie is that someone. ” he said and turned to look at Jennie who leaned up and gave him a kiss on his lips. “My parents arranged this for us last year.” He told me.

My chest cracked. I wanted to scream. To hit him. To run.

Instead, I asked, quietly, “Was I ever real to you?”

He hesitated. Just for a second. And that was all it took for the last piece of me to shatter.

Then he shrugged. “You were convenient. A habit ,I guess? I enjoyed how clingy you were and how you were desperate for love since your parents refused to give that to you.”

That was it. I hit the only nerve that hurted the most.

No apology. No explanation. Just indifference. He looked bored as he talked to me. And so I immediately left because I knew that I was on the verge of crying and I didn't want to cry in front of him.

I didn’t cry. Not until I was in the elevator.

Not until the metal doors closed and I was alone with the reflection of a girl who didn’t look like me anymore.

I didn’t cry for him.

I cried for the years I lost. The love I gave.

The future I imagined with a man who never saw me. We have dated for six years, since our high school. He was so kind, gentle and caring that I kept falling for him each day. Didn't know that all of this was just a facade for him.

And when the tears stopped ,finally something inside me changed.

It didn’t break.

It burned.

He thought he won. He thought he could humiliate me, replace me, forget me.

He had no idea who I would become.

Not yet.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby with a soft chime, but I didn’t move.

By the time I stepped outside, the rain had turned into a downpour. It hit me all at once, like the sky was as cruel as him , cold, heavy, relentless.

I didn’t pull out my umbrella. I didn’t cover my head.

I just walked.

Six years.

Six years of giving. Of waiting. Of believing.

And all he saw was convenience.

My fingers curled at my sides as I walked faster, water soaking through my clothes, through my shoes, into my skin like poison.

Every time I held his hand, thinking I was safe.

It was never safety.

It was survival , and I didn’t even know it.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to be anywhere but here , a heartbroken girl in the middle of a city that never cared if she lived or died.

But most of all… I wanted him to hurt the way I did.

And maybe that was the worst part of all.

Because even through the pain… the betrayal… the humiliation…

Some part of me still loved him.

That part would die tonight.

Even if it was the only part of me left.