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CHAPTER 097: Everyone Hates You, Delilah
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2025-05-29 03:30:01
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Outside, the evening air is cool against my skin. I drive through the familiar streets with subtle tension in my chest. The sun is just beginning to set, casting everything in gold and shadow. I keep glancing at the key he gave me, sitting in the cup holder. I don’t know what’s more dangerous—him giving me this much access or me wanting it. By the time I pull into my mother’s driveway, the sky is darkening. I park behind Nathan’s car and step out, smoothing my dress once more before walking up the steps and knocking. Jade answers and barely spares me a glance as he moves out of the way. I walk in, and the scent of rosemary and garlic hits me immediately. Laughter drifts from the kitchen. I follow the sound past the living room, where Nathan’s sitting in a crisp suit watching TV. I wave. He waves back, the picture of composed anticipation. My purse goes down on the nearest side table. I follow the sound of laughter into the kitchen and stop at the doorway. My mother and Serena are
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 099: Moving In
I rush to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She’s thinner than I remember but just as solid in presence. The familiar scent of her perfume, gardenia and something woodsy, floods my senses. “Oh, oh, careful there, child,” she says, laughing. “Grandma’s not as strong as she was when you were throwing yourself at her.” I release her with a sheepish smile. “Is this really you?” “What? Is your eyesight getting worse?” “Absolutely not. My eyes are perfect.” She smirks, then peers past me. “I can see that. Who’s this fine young man?” I glance back. Knox is standing by the boutique’s entrance, looking far too innocent for someone who just bought thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes like it was groceries. I reach for Grandma's arm and lead her toward him. “Grandma, this is Knox, my boyfriend. Knox, this is my grandmother, June Mercer.” Knox transfers all the bags into one hand and extends the other. “It’s nice to meet you, June.” She takes his hand. “Nice to meet you too,
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 098: The Boutique
I spent the entire Saturday trying to get Knox to talk about Lydia. You’d think I asked him to pry open Thanos’s fist with a nail file.It’s exhausting. I feel like I’m dancing around landmines with every casual mention of his childhood. My curiosity is gnawing at me, but experience tells me to tread lightly. The few times her name has slipped into our conversations, Knox has either shut down or changed the subject.But I have questions. So many questions. Is Lydia their sister? A cousin? A foster kid who stayed too long? Was she a kid or older? What exactly happened that relates to Finn being obsessed over a baby?I chew on these questions like they’re stale gum. And Knox, in all his maddening restraint, keeps dropping fragments. A reference here. A reference there. I bet he's the kind of person who will tell you a friend is getting a divorce and then say he didn’t ask why. Like, how do you just… not ask?I’m slowly coming to realize I’m dating a man who gives half-stories.So now I’
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 097: Everyone Hates You, Delilah
Soraya's eyes are burning holes through Knox's, more from disbelief than hurt. Then she turns to grab her purse from the couch and rummages inside, pulls out the key ring, and tosses it toward the table. The metal clatters against the wood. “You know where to find me when you’ve come to your senses,” she says, stalking toward the door. “Don’t forget the papers,” Knox calls after her. She doesn’t answer. The door slams so hard behind her that the walls shake. Knox finally releases me, and once the pressure of his arms fades, I turn around, brushing my shirt back into place. I don’t meet his eyes at first. I’m too busy reining myself in. Eventually, I head to a couch and sit. “Didn’t know you were that strong,” he says after a moment. “Where have you been hiding those muscles?” I shoot him a look. “Not funny, Knox. You need to take care of her.” “I will. I’ve given her a deadline.” “You know damn well she won’t sign those papers by then.” He walks over and sits beside me, elbo
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 096: Set The Keys Down
My breath catches. Not from shock, but from disbelief that she really said that out loud. Who does this woman think she is? Knox steps in front of me now. “Okay, that’s it. You need to leave. And drop your keys on the table while you’re at it.” “Why do I need to leave?” she says. “She should be the one leaving.” “You just admitted that you paid a PI to investigate her, and then you accused her of plotting with my brother to manipulate me. I’ve heard enough. You’re probably having a hard time processing this, so I’ll give you until the end of the week to sort your shit out. And then you’ll sign those papers. I know you still have them.” “No, Knox. I’m not signing them. Her stupid best friend set me up for shoplifting. And I feel like someone’s following me around lately. You’re not the only one affected by whatever’s going on here. And since you’re not seeing the pattern, then I’ll be your eyes. They are up to something.” I almost laugh. She must’ve hurt her back stretching this h
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 095: You Don't Deserve Him
Acting civil when you’re mad is a skill I swore I’d mastered after putting up with Delilah and Finn for years. But Soraya is testing that skill, and I slowly count the minutes until the last guest walks out the door. Knox might be private and antisocial, but his people aren’t. They linger, they chat, they slap his back, and they toast with whatever alcohol is left. Eventually, they start trickling out one by one, and I force a tight smile for every handshake, every half-drunk hug, every murmured “nice to meet you.” Knox and I stand side by side like a pair of Victorian hosts—me in his oversized shirt and borrowed boxers, him in lounge clothes and a smile that’s wearing thinner by the second. We say thank you. We nod. I even get kissed on the hand by some guy with a buzz cut and an attitude that screams ex-con turned executive. I smile anyway, wondering how Knox found all these hard-faced men and severe-looking women and convinced them to work for him. One of the last to leave is Le
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