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EL’S P.O.VI watched Don walk out. His boots made no sound at all.His back was straight, his shoulders squared.He didn’t look back at me or even Nana. H3 was clearly upset.The door stayed open behind him.I stood there, my chest heaving, my fists still clenched.Nana’s breathing was loud in the silence; she certainly hadn't seen us in that state for a very long time.My eyes moved to Adora; she was softer and smaller, like a bird under a blanket.Had I overreacted toward my brother?No. The word sat heavily in my chest.I didn’t think so, not at all. Not even for a second.How could he? How could he force himself on a woman like that? No matter the rules, no matter the blood debt.Adorable was not just any woman; she was my bride, and she carried my name on her.I put my ring on her finger, and that made her responsible.I expected respect from everyone, and that includes him.Cana’s bride. That’s what he called her. The name hit me like a slap.He was wrong. The marriage was a sea
DON’S P.O.V“You’ll have my head, brother?”The words came out like venom, slow and burning.I locked my eyes on his, fury pouring out of me in waves.“Tell me, brother, you’ll prove to everyone you’re the head of the table?How can I forget that?”I spat the last part, voice cracking like a whip.My chest rose and fell hard.El’s face was stone cold.Only his eyes moved, black, unblinking, and full of storm.“Control yourself!”Nana’s voice cut between us, sharp and desperate.She planted herself dead center, her petite arms spread wide like a mother breaking up a playground brawl.Her apron was twisted.Her bun is half-undone.She looked ready to cry, but her hands stayed firm, one on my chest, one on El’s.“Both of you, enough!”El didn’t look at her; he didn’t move at all.His hands curled slowly; I could see his knuckles cracking.“Leave now,” he said, his voice was low, deadly, and calm, “before I forget you’re my brother.”The words hung in the air.Forget? As if he could.But
DON’S P.O.VCertainly, I can't remember the last time I heard my brother say my name so bluntly.He didn’t call me little brother, and he didn't call me brother.He called me "Don Cana," one word that came out flat and hard.And secondly, I can't remember the last time we both got into a fight, not even an argument.I'm not talking about a shouting match or a cold stare across the dinner table; I'm talking about a real fight.My eyes stared at my hands again as I caught the blood I'd wiped away from my face.It was still there. Sticky between my fingers and dark red under my nails.My lip was split, and I could feel the swelling on my face; it was hot and thick. I touched it with my tongue.“You’re fighting with me because of this… a common bait.”The words rolled out of my mouth like smoke. I was so angry. I stared at El. I couldn't help but wonder if something had gone into my brother? My blood.He was standing there with his chest heaving, his knuckles still dripping red onto the
ADORA’S P.O.V“Leave me alone!” I gasped, my voice cracked like dry earth while I spoke, my head moved to the other side in a futile bid; I needed to escape. The air felt thick as I was suffocating, as I fought to draw breath into lungs that burned with panic. His eyes were dark, and scanned my face like a predator. The corners of his mouth twisted, twisting his features into something almost amused, as if my desperation was his private entertainment.His hands were unyielding, clamped around my waist as he pulled me against him. I could feel the heat of his body coming through my clothes, invading every inch of space I desperately wanted to reclaim. His fingers dug into my skin just enough to bruise. His strokes sent unwanted shivers up my spine, revulsion mixed with a traitorous spark I hated myself for feeling. He leaned in closer, his breath was hot against my ear, whispering words I couldn't quite make out over the thunder of my heartbeat. Every twist of my body, every push a
ADORA’S ’S P.O.VMy eyes moved over him quickly, from his face down to his open shirt. His chest was bare, and the muscles there were hard and defined. It was the kind of body most girls would stare at without blinking, but for me… it only made my fear worse.“What… what do you want?” I asked quietly.A lump sat heavy in my throat, making it hard for me to speak.I stood by the door, blocking the entrance with my body.The truth was simple: I didn’t want him inside, and I didn’t want him near me. I didn’t want him anywhere around my space.My hands clung tightly to the sides of my gown. My palms were sweaty. My breath came sharp. But still, my eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting for any sudden move.Don didn’t stop. He didn’t even answer my question.He walked past me slowly, one step at a time, like he was counting the floor tiles. His movements were calm and confident, almost too relaxed for the kind of danger he carried with him. He brushed past me with a small smile on his lips, a s
ADORA’S ’S P.O.VI walked into the kitchen with Nana right behind me.The moment I stepped inside, I stopped and stared.The kitchen was huge, far bigger than anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just larger than my home kitchen… it was bigger than most of the local restaurants I used to eat in. The room looked more like a cooking hall than a normal kitchen.Everything was arranged neatly. Pots hung in perfect rows.Several maids rushed around the room. Each one held plates, bowls, knives, or ingredients. Everyone looked busy, moving fast, whispering orders, preparing dishes I didn’t even recognize. Their eyes didn’t meet mine, but I saw how they glanced at me from the corner of their vision, curious yet afraid.“My lady…”I stopped immediately as my whole body became stiff.My eyes rolled sharply back to Nana, giving a cold and angry look, full of everything I felt but couldn’t say out loud. The anger rose in my chest before I even spoke.“Sorry… Adorable,” she corrected herself quick







