I Married My Brother-in-law To Get Back At My Scum Ex-husband

Chapter 1

Ashley Gustavo POV

"Not again, Ace," This wasn't the first time my husband, Ace Greyson was going to cheat on me, but this was the height of it all. Bringing a woman to our matrimonial home and on our bed was the length he shouldn't have ever gone to.

Coming back from the hospital, exhausted after spending the whole day attending to different patients, I wanted to get some rest as soon as I got home, but with this horrible sight that welcomed me, I immediately regretted coming home.

I watched as he banged the lady underneath him, not aware that I was in the room, and that even hurt more. My chest contracted so tight that I could barely breathe, I felt a banging sound inside my head, my legs wobbled weakly and I staggered back until I crashed against the wall. My heart pounded hard against my chest like it was going to explode.

"Ace!" I finally yelled his name, and the first thing he did was curse under his breath. He didn't even flinch, and that even hurt more. My heart became heavy like it was carrying a load when he crooked his neck and looked at me. A smirk laced up his lips and he turned his face away to continue what he was doing before I interrupted him.

"Fuck! You are so sweet," the tears I'd been holding back finally streamed down my cheeks when I heard him compliment another woman right in front of me. This was the same man who had refused to have anything intimate with me for the past six months. I could count how many times he'd made love to me for the past year since we'd been married. He barely touched me and even when I asked for it, he'd always tell me he was tired. I had always tried to trust him even with his cheating habit, but this was the height of it all.

"I bet my sister is not as sweet as this, yeah?" The lady whom I've not been able to see what she looked like spoke under him, but that was the voice I would always recognize even in my deep sleep, and even at that moment, I told myself that it couldn't be true. My sister was the last person that would betray me and sleep with my husband... She loved me so much to do that to me.

"Ann...abelle?" My voice came out low and quivery, but I could swear that she heard me because she crooked her neck over his shoulder, and when our eyes met, a smirk laced up her lips.

"Harder, please... You are so sweet, Ace... Fuck! This is so sweet. Please fuck me harder," she cried out, intentionally being loud, and at that moment, my phone which I've been holding firmly finally fell off my hand and crashed on the floor. My heart wrenched painfully as I watched them bang each other, with Ann lifting her waist and arching her hip to meet his every thrust. At that moment, my eyes became dry. I couldn't produce even a single drop of tears. I was so shocked and broken that I forgot how to cry. Or maybe the tears had just refused to show up. How could they do this to me? How could my own sister do this to me? What have I ever done to her?

I opened my mouth to talk but words failed me. I was left standing here like a fool.

"Shit!" Ace groaned as he thrust deep inside her and pulled out almost immediately, spilling his sperm on her face, and guess what! I never knew my innocent sister was this bitchy. She fucking swallowed his sperm to the last drop as she giggled excitedly like a toddler being served milk after being starved for a long time.

"That was fucking great," he uttered as he fell beside her on the bed. Yes, I was supposed to have left immediately, I wasn't supposed to be watching them do this, but as much as I wanted to, my legs refused to move from the spot.

"Why, Ace? Why my sister? Why our matrimonial home?" I should be strong and not look pathetic in front of him but I couldn't help it. It was hard to take.

"Ann? You are my sister... You are my only family. How could you do this to me?" I turned to Ann and asked her, but she only shrugged and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Your husband wants me. What was I supposed to do?" She shrugged again, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

"What is my offense, Ace? I've been a good wife to you even though you never treated me like your wife. I've tried to tolerate your cheating habit, why does it have to be my sister this time!" My voice came out loud and broken, but I was only hurting myself because, to him, this was not a big deal.

"Because she is better than you in everything. She is crazier in bed... She is sweeter than you. She is everything you can never be, Ashley," He uttered sarcastically.

"You are just a pathetic idiot who knows nothing but imposing your emotions on someone. I hate you, Ashley. I can't stand your presence," My jaw dropped and I slowly clenched my fingers tightly into fists as I threw him a murderous look, but he didn't look like he was affected by it.

Just one year ago this man had come to the hospital to get medical advice, and things kicked off from there. We fell in love, or maybe I was the one who mistook everything for love because I was madly in love with him. I was the happiest woman on earth when I got married to him after two months of dating, but that was the biggest mistake of my life because everything changed after we got married. Ace changed from being the sweet man I married into a different person. He would come home late, and we never made love because he would always say he was tired, but that was until I caught him cheating on me.

At first, he pleaded, but that happened serially that he told me later to deal with it or walk out of the marriage if I was tired of him, but I didn't want to divorce him because I loved him. I was determined to make things work, I was ready to know where everything was coming from so I could adjust, but I guess I had been deceiving myself thinking he would one day change.

"You said you loved me... You said you wanted to marry me. You were the one that asked me to marry you, Ace, I didn't force you!" I hated to remind him how he asked me to be his wife, how he promised me heaven and earth, but maybe those were just mere words to get to me.

"I thought you were the one for me. I thought we were compatible, but turns out Ann is my true soulmate," He uttered then kissed Ann's lips and turned to me.

"Let's get a divorce, Ashley. I'm not interested in this marriage anymore," my heart dropped when he said those words to me.

"No... Yo...you can't do that, Ace... You can't divorce me, ok? We've been married for barely one year. You can't divorce me, okay?" It's crazy how I was still begging him even in this situation, right? That's how much I loved this man with my entirety.

"Get the hell out of my house, Ashley. I don't want to ever see you here again," He stood from the bed and came to where I was standing.

"We can sort this out, Ace... Please don't do this," I pleaded with him, but he grabbed my hand and threw me out of his room, slamming the door hard on my face.

"Open the door, Ace... Ace... You can't divorce me, please," I banged the door hard hoping he would listen to my pleas, but I was only deceiving myself because his mind was already made up.

I fell to my knees and whimpered like the pathetic idiot I am.

"You know, I hate girls like you. Girls like you are prone to heartbreaks... You are too weak for my liking," that was the voice of the man I hated the most on earth. It was Asher Greyson, Ace's stepbrother.

"Apparently, no man would want to be with a pathetic loser like yourself," Finally, I raised my head to find him towering over me while giving me that pathetic look.

"Are you this stupid? How could you still beg that asshole?" He scoffed as he tucked his hands inside the pockets of the black suit he was wearing, and I rolled my eyes.

"Wh... what do you want?" I managed to stand up to my feet, wiping the tears in my eyes.

"Come with me," He rolled his eyes then turned and started to walk away.

"Why...why should I come with you?" He paused, then threw his head back and sighed.

"Stay back there if you have not had enough of the humiliation," he stated and walked away.

Glancing at the closed door one more time, I was only left with one option. It was to walk away.

I rushed to join Asher who had taken the route to his suite.

"I thought you were going to stay back there," he scoffed when I walked up to him standing in front of the door and ready to go inside.

"Come with me," He stated coldly as he pushed the door open and walked inside. I had no idea why I was suddenly doing everything he asked me to do, why I followed him into his suite, why I was going inside with him, and why I was not scared of what this pervert could do to me behind the closed door. Maybe because my head was messed up and I could barely think straight.

"Wait here for me," he uttered as he stripped out of the black coat he was wearing and threw it on the couch of his large living room. He walked away to wherever I had no idea about.

It was the first time I was coming to his suite even though I'd been living here for close to one year, and I could only say 'wow'. It almost seemed like his suite was the prettiest out of all the suites in the mansion.

I dragged my feet to the beautiful set of couches and sat on one. Minutes later, Asher walked back into the living room with a glass of water and dropped it on the center table.

"Help yourself with that," he sat on the couch across from me. I was stunned that my grumpy brother-in-law was suddenly nice to me. Asher and Ace had never got along from the start although I had no idea what must've transpired between them in the past, but this had affected my relationship with him from the day I got married into the family. Ace had warned me to stay away from Asher, and not that he ever gave a damn about me too nor Ace, anyway. Asher was a man who cared mostly about himself and nobody else, so he barely had a smooth relationship with his family, not even their father.

"Thank you," I muttered and reached for the glass, emptying the content down my throat, feeling much better now.

My heart skipped when I looked at him and found him staring at me unusually, making me uncomfortable.

"You look horrible in that. You should get a change of dress," he said, referring to the white coat I was wearing. I had just returned from the hospital where I work when that happened and I didn't have the time to get changed.

"Hmm. I'll do that later. Why'd you bring me here, anyway?" I asked him, and a smirk laced up his lips. My heart skipped and I had this weird feeling that he was up to something. Something not good, and maybe something I might end up regretting...

Chapter 2

Ashley Gustavo POV

'Do you want to get your revenge?' I tossed on the bed as Asher's deep voice replayed in my head yet again. Slowly, I grabbed the duvet covering my body and held on to it tightly as memories of the shit I've been through flooded my mind. The heartbreaks I've suffered, the pain Ace had caused me, and my heart was filled with nothing for him, but hatred. I regretted how I acted pathetic around him, how I knelt and cried to him when he was the one that hurt me. If only I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldn't have done any of that.

I took a few days from work after the incident and had lodged myself at a hotel for the past five days. I just needed some peaceful time alone. Some time to think about my life and a way forward.

"Is it worth it? Should I just forgive him?" I asked myself, sitting up on the bed.

"You can't forgive him. He slept with your sister. You should make him pay for it," my subconscious mind reminded me, and I felt even more broken. Recalling the way he was fucking her, how he never gave a damn about my presence, then I didn't think they deserve my forgiveness. I needed to get my revenge. They need to feel the pain I felt.

'Call me if you need me' I bit my bottom lip and reached for my phone lying on the nightstand. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, I didn't even know how he was going to help me, what his plans were, or if he had an ulterior motive. I shouldn't trust someone like Asher, but I needed someone at this point in my life, and he seemed to be the only one I had right now since my sister who was my only family already betrayed me.

Ann was my twenty-two-year-old little sister whom I grew up with. After the death of our parents in a fire outbreak seven years ago just a few months to my eighteenth birthday, we had been left all alone on earth with no family, and I had since been the one taking care of us. We were the best siblings ever, but I had no idea how everything changed and what came over her that made her do that to me.

I pulled out the nightstand drawer and brought out the card Asher had given me three days ago. Again, I gave my decision a thorough thought to be sure it was what I really wanted, and after minutes of contemplating, I finally typed the number into my phone and dialed it. The call rang for a few minutes before he answered it.

"Who is this?" His cold voice sounded from the other end, and my heart strangely skipped. I felt nervous even though he was not here with me.

"Uhm... It's me, Ashley," I could barely talk because my heart was hammering hard against my chest like it was going to force its way out of me, but I tried to be calm.

"Oh, Ashley. Have you made your decision yet?" He asked as if he had been waiting for my call, and I bit my bottom lip, giving it a thought once again.

"Hmm. I want to revenge," I replied to him, and I heard him scoff. I could swear on my life that he was smirking at that moment, but that wasn't really my problem.

"Let's meet tonight. I will send you the address to the place right away," the call disconnected almost immediately, and I sighed. Am I doing the right thing? I asked myself as I stared at the screen of my phone. A part of me was scared of Asher. Scared of what he might do to me in the quest to help me get my revenge. For someone who had a history with different girls on a daily basis, it's only normal for me to be scared, right? Well, there was another part of me that was determined to do this, and I guess that part of me was getting triggered by my emotions which had gotten the best of me.

"They deserve to pay for it, Ashley. Don't be discouraged," I said to myself and sighed...

*****

I stood in front of the tall hotel building and swallowed nothing as my heart pounded hard against my chest. Should I turn back from here? I asked myself because this felt awkward. How could he ask us to meet at the hotel of all places? It could've been at a restaurant or a bar, why a hotel?

"Not that Asher is going to rape you, Ashley. Just go to him. You really need this vengeance," My subconscious mind pushed me and I didn't resist it before I walked into the hotel and went to the reception.

"Good evening, Ms.," I said to the young female receptionist who looked like she was the same age as me.

"Good evening, Ms. Mr. Grey already told me you'll be here. This way, please," she said to me with a wide smile on her face. I nodded and followed her as she led the way. I was expecting the lady to take me to one of the rooms, but I was stunned when she led me to the door that looked like an exit door. She opened the door, revealing a balcony.

"You can take it from here. Mr. Grey is waiting for you there," she smiled at me and gestured for me to go ahead, which I did, and she closed the door behind me. The fresh cold air welcomed me to the balcony. Wait! It wasn't really a balcony but a rooftop. It was the hotel's rooftop.

"Time is important to me. You wasted five minutes of my time," I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Asher's voice behind me, and I turned sharply to find him standing and tucking his hands inside his pockets as usual. He was wearing black trousers and a black leather jacket. He had a sunglass seated on his nose bridge.

"Uhm..." I didn't have anything to say, so I paused and pursed my lips together.

"Come with me," he turned and started to walk toward an enclosed area on the rooftop, so I followed him.

"Sit," he said to me after he sat on one of the beautifully arranged chairs under the canopied area. I sat on the chair across from him.

"I will go straight to the point. I don't have all the time in the world. Have you made your decision?" He asked me as he removed his sunglasses, revealing his pair of charming round brown eyes. Now that I looked at him closely, he had an oval-shaped chiseled face and a sharp jawline, a pointed nose and a sharp nose bridge, glowy skin, raven hair, and the black shirt he was wearing had the two buttons at the top opened, revealing his broad chest and a small part of his toned abs. Must he dress half naked? My breath hitched subconsciously for no reason.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked me for the second time, and I nodded.

"I have an offer for you, Ashley..." He paused and then leaned forward, his face had a blank expression and all effort to read his expression proved abortive, so I gave up.

"I will help you get your revenge, Ashley, but on one condition... Let's get married," My jaw dropped when he looked me in the eyes and said those words to me.

"Wh... what? Marry you? Are you kidding me?" I huffed unbelievably and blinked my eyes a few times to be sure I wasn't dreaming, but I wasn't. Asher was really asking me to marry him.

"No, I'm not," he shrugged like what he said was no big deal.

"Are you drunk or something? You are my husband's brother, Asher..."

"Your soon-to-be ex-husband. You two are going to get a divorce soon. He treated you like a piece of trash, and you want nothing but to get your revenge. Don't you think I'm the only one who can help you with that?"

"You know what? I'm out of here. Don't you ever call my number. Ever again!" I snapped at him as I rose to my feet and picked up my handbag.

"You are such a shameless pervert," I cursed at him and turned to leave but he held my hand and pulled me back in a way that I crashed against his chest since he was already on his feet.

"A pervert? How about I take that as a compliment, hmm?" He hushed against my ear, and I swallowed nothing.

"That bastard fucked your sister... He has fucked many women and hasn't touched you for months. Are you sure you don't want someone to pleasure you, hmm?" My heart raced as his hand crawled up my bare thigh, his face nuzzled in my neck as he teased the nape of my neck, sending this weird feeling through my body.

"I'm willing to help you, Ashley," His husky voice made my heart flutter as his breath fanned my ear, biting my earlobe after.

"You want this... We both know you really want this. You want this revenge badly. I'm ready to be used by you to get your revenge, but I would want something in return," he finally pulled away and then came to stand in front of me with a smirk on his face.

"What do you want in return?" I hesitated for a while before I managed to ask him, but his reply made me freeze on the spot.

"Be my legal sex partner, Ashley"...

Chapter 3

Asher Greyson POV

My phone rang as I descended the staircase that led to the parking lot, so I stopped and answered the call as it was important.

"I found him, boss," Lucas, my assistant spoke from the other end, and a smirk laced up my lips.

"I'll be there shortly," I disconnected the call immediately and sauntered toward my car, but just when I was about to open the car door, I heard someone call me, so I turned and found Clara, my secretary walking toward me with a smile plastered on her face.

"Are you leaving already, Mr. Grey? You said we were going to hang out later after work," she reminded me when she got to where I was standing.

"I don't have time for that now. We can do that some other time," and with that, I pulled the door open and hopped inside the car, then drove off. Clare and I were supposed to have fun together today probably at the hotel or the club, but that was the last thing I wanted right now. I had other important things to deal with.

I drove recklessly down the road, clenching and unclenching my fingers around the steering wheel every few seconds as memories of last night flashed through my mind. I was going back home from the club last night when someone attacked me and almost killed me if not that I narrowly escaped.

That was not just happening for the first time, but something I've been getting often ever since Dad asked me to take over the business. At first, it was strange calls, then threatening letters, but whoever the person was finally sent someone to take my life yesterday. I've always suspected Ace to be the one sending those letters to me and even the calls, but this changed my perspective. Although I and Ace were not on good terms, I knew what he could do and what he could never do, and sending someone to take my life was something he wasn't capable of. No, I don't trust him, but I knew what he could do.

I pulled over in front of the building when I arrived, and walked inside. Lucas was already waiting for me by the time I arrived, so he just led me to the room where the culprit was waiting for me. It was a man in his forties. My face dropped as soon as I saw the man.

"What is it, boss?" Lucas asked me, and I sighed, trying to hold back the anger that had suddenly struck me. Even though I could barely see the man's face last night, I was sure that this was not the same man.

"How did you get this man?" I asked him.

"He came to me by himself and confessed that he was the one that tried to kill you," Lucas explained.

"This is not the man," I said to Lucas, and he snapped his head to look at me, his face laced with confusion.

"What do you mean, boss?" He stuttered, but I turned to the man instead.

"Who are? Who sent you?" I asked him as I squatted in front of him, and he trembled.

"I won't repeat myself, so you fucking answer my question, old man. Who the hell are you?" I yelled at him angrily, and he flinched and swallowed whatever shit was in his throat.

"Pl... please, don't kill me... I swear I know nothing about this. I was paid to do it... I was paid," he shook his head and pleaded with me, and I scoffed.

"You wouldn't want to get me pissed, I promise..." I paused, then stood up and extended my hand to Lucas. He knew what I was asking for by that, so he placed a pistol in my hand, and I pointed the gun at him.

"I will ask you one more time. Who the hell are you, and who paid you?" I snapped at him, ready to pull the trigger. He should be ready to die the moment he chose to come here to confess that he was the culprit.

"Please don't kill me. He is going to kill me if I mention him. Please spare my life," he pleaded with me, but I scoffed.

"It doesn't make any difference, anyway. Because I'm not going to spare your bloody ass," and with that, I pulled the trigger and shot him right on his forehead, and he slumped on the ground.

"Clear the mess and leave no trace. Make sure you find the bastard," I threw the gun at him and he quickly caught it.

"Yes, boss," he bowed slightly. I left the building furiously and drove off to the club, the only place I would be able to clear my head at that moment.

"A pack of cigarettes," I said to the waiter as I sat on the chair in front of the counter. The club was busy as always with people dancing to the buzzing music. It was crowded here, and as expected, the whole place reeked of alcohol and cigarettes smell.

"Here, Sir. Do you need a lighter?" The waiter asked me as I opened the pack and took a stick out of the cigarette.

"Yeah," he handed me a lighter and I lit the cigarette and began smoking. Alcohol, they say takes away your anger and pain temporarily, sadly, this was the only thing that helps me every damn time I'm angry or disturbed. I don't drink. I've never done it in my entire life, and I won't ever try it. There was something about alcohol that I hated so much, a dark part of it that made me stay miles away from it.

Within the space of ten minutes, I was done smoking three sticks of cigarettes, but my anger wouldn't go away and it was so annoying. I was disturbed about that. Who could've done that? Who could've paid the man? A part of me thought I should've left the man alive, who knows, maybe I would be able to get something from him, but I was so pissed that the only way to calm myself was to kill him, and even though there was almost no way of getting the culprit, I didn't regret killing him off.

"Hi, handsome. Wanna have fun?" A young red-haired lady walked up to me and smiled at me, running her fingers on my chest probably to seduce me, but sadly, the only thing she was seducing was my anger.

"You wouldn't want your fingers chopped off, I swear it," she quickly stepped away from me when I gave her the murderous look. I wasn't in the mood to get down with any bitch tonight. All I wanted was to stay alone and think of something.

I noticed that the fourth cigarette I was smoking had almost turned into ash when my fingers started to feel heated, so I looked down and realised that the cigarette was gone.

"Everything sucks," I muttered and dropped the cigarette butt on the small plate on the counter. After I paid the waiter, I left the club and drove to the nearest hotel to spend the night.

It was only 9pm and although I felt so tired, I couldn't still sleep because my mind was occupied with many thoughts. Just then, my phone beeped and I reached for it.

'I will marry you, as long as you will help me get my revenge. I will be your sex partner, but I have a condition too. Let's meet tomorrow morning and talk' I read the message that had just popped up on my phone. It was a text from Ashley. Reading the text brought a smile to my face and gladdened my heart. My dream was finally coming true.

Now, let the game begin...