Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother-Chapter 438: What Do You Want?

The next day, Grace woke up. Her body ached everywhere, and her head was still fuzzy. Having memories of last night’s intense encounter, she immediately looked to the side to see the man.

He was there—sleeping right next to her, his back facing her.

A light smile painted her lips as she moved toward him a little, despite having trouble doing so. The pain was worth it all as long as it was him—Aiden.

She circled her hand around his exposed waist and planted a gentle peck on the back of his neck, showing her affection to him.

At this, the man stirred in his sleep.

"Good morning, darling," Grace mumbled against his back, a wide smile painting her lips.

The man, now wide awake, finally turned around and looked at her. Smiling, she moved her gaze up to look at him, only to—

"Who are you?" she shouted in shock and moved away from him immediately, forgetting all the pain she was feeling.

She sat up in the bed and glared angrily at the man, who was looking at her in confusion.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my bed?" she shouted at him, pulling the sheet to cover her naked body.

"Ms. Hartz, you are the one who called me here last night," the tall and perfectly built man, whose naked body was on display in front of her, replied. "I full-filled all the requirements you listed in your offer, the way you wanted it to happen."

"What the hell are you talking about?" she almost screamed. "My husband—where is he? And you, get the hell out of here!"

Just then, a room’s door opened, and Aaron stepped inside the room. "Can’t you two be quiet now? Wasn’t it enough to create all those disgusting noises last night?"

Grace looked at him. "Aaron, what’s going on? I... I don’t know this man..."

"You spent the entire night with him doing all those pathetic things, and you say you don’t know him?" Aaron replied. "Do I look like I have the word FOOL written on my forehead?"

"No... I didn’t... It was you..."

"I don’t care what you do and who you sleep with," Aaron said.

"Ms. Hartz, here is the message you sent me last night and even paid for it," the man said. "I am the top escort in this city."

Seeing the message on his mobile screen from her own number and the proof of payment made from her own account, she was shocked.

"No, I didn’t," she said.

"I got the money, and I did what you called me here for," the escort said as he put on his clothes. "I’m leaving. Call me if you need my services again," he added and left.

Grace looked at Aaron in confusion and utter shock. "It was you who was with me... I remember..."

"You better cover yourself, as I don’t wish to talk to you while looking at your pathetic body," Aaron said as he sat in a chair away from the bed.

Grace, who was holding the sheet to cover herself, pulled it up entirely, covering herself from neck to below. Her eyes were teary.

"Aiden, what kind of a game are you playing with me?" she asked. "I clearly know it was you who was with me last night. But why did you change that man with you?"

Aaron chuckled wickedly, his gaze showing not an ounce of sympathy toward her.

"First, it was you who tried to play a game by trying to drug me," Aaron replied, offering her a wicked and cold smirk. "How naive of you to think that I would fall for it."

Hearing it, Grace’s body froze—he was aware of it.

Aaron continued, "But, as you were so eager to get laid, I fulfilled your wish. I tried to get the best man who would not leave you unsatisfied, and I’m sure he did a great job."

"You... How could you..."

"Doesn’t it ring a bell?" Aaron asked as he raised a brow. "As far as I know, you did the same thing with a girl almost a year back. You fooled her into sleeping with an escort when she thought it was her boyfriend. And it was just because your ego was hurt that her boyfriend chose her over you. Then you didn’t just stop there—you even spread the explicit videos of that girl everywhere. In the end, she committed suicide."

Grace was stunned to hear it. How did he know?

"I did nothing of that sort," she retaliated.

"But I’m in the mood to do something of that sort," Aaron said, then threw a mobile toward her on the bed. It was her own phone.

"You might like what you see," he commented.

Grace checked the message on her phone, and it left her stunned. There was a video of her from last night. Though the light was dim, it was clear who the two figures were. It was her and that escort. Her eyes went wide as she saw she was clearly with him the entire night.

Her hands shook, and the mobile fell from her grasp. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at him. "But... it was you...."

"For your kind information, you were drugged as well," Aaron said. "And you saw what you desired. But let me make one thing clear—if I were given two options: either to have the most brutal death or to sleep with you, I would accept a brutal death."

She cried out, "But I’m your wife! How could you...."

"That girl you forced to die was your half-sister—your father’s illegitimate daughter. You shared blood with her, while we are related only by a single signature on some useless piece of paper," Aaron said. "If you don’t value blood relationships, how can I value a paper relationship? I’m free to do whatever I want with you." freewebnøvel.coɱ

"No, you can’t!" she shouted, picking up the mobile and starting to delete the video and pictures from it.

But just as she deleted them, the same messages were sent to her again. Shocked, she looked at Aaron, only to see him sitting quietly.

"Who is sending me this?"

"Those are programmed messages. If you delete them once, they’ll be sent to you twice—and every time you delete them, the number will double," Aaron explained.

Grace understood it was all Aaron’s doing.

"You can’t show this to anyone. Delete them!" she shouted.

"I am no longer bound to listen to you," he said. "I would like to see how Hartz business stocks start to go down once I release this. And I’d also like to see if your father declares you’re not his daughter—just like what he did with that girl."

"No, you can’t!" she shouted. She knew he father well. Though he loved her, he would cut her off, if it’s to hurt his image and his company.

"I sure can," Aaron replied, as he leaned back in chair, offering her cold mocking gaze.

Frustrated, she tossed the mobile aside and shouted, "What do you want from me?"

"Now, that’s the first time something smart has come out of your mouth," Aaron commented.