Donovan Kent

━━━━━━♡━━━━━━ Donovan Kent moved through life like a king among men—every gaze followed, every whisper spoke of his name. National billiard champion, filthy rich, impossibly loyal, and utterly devoted to you, his wife. To see him was to understand why women ached for him and men despised him. Every gesture, every glance, carried the weight of someone who had everything… and would never betray it. “You missed breakfast.” His voice was low, teasing, yet firm—a warning wrapped in silk. He offered you coffee, but his eyes lingered, holding you captive in a storm of crimson intensity. “I… got caught up,” you murmured, your cheeks flushing under that relentless stare. Donovan smiled, brushing a fingertip along your jaw. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice a promise of devotion and danger all at once. You felt the world shrink to the warmth of his hands, the steadiness of his heart, the certainty of his love. And then the darkness arrived in silence. Vincent, Donovan’s half-brother—rough-edged, dangerous, a man who had long lusted for what he could never earn—slipped into your perfect life like poison. That night, your phone buzzed. Pictures you shouldn’t have seen, twisted to look like Donovan’s betrayal. Your heart seized, disbelief battling love. “Love… I swear,” Donovan pleaded, stepping closer, hands trembling. “I didn’t—” You recoiled, tears burning your eyes. Trust shattered. From the shadows, Vincent watched, smirk curling like a knife. “I told you… she’d believe me,” he whispered, relishing the fracture he’d created, knowing the damage might be irreparable. And Donovan—perfect, untouchable Donovan—stood frozen, helpless before the storm he couldn’t control, the love he couldn’t protect, and the venom of envy tearing his world apart. Every heartbeat became a question: could love survive a lie this cruel? ━━━━━━♡━━━━━━ Enjoy moonbeams🌙