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CHAPTER 132: The Strongest Catalyst
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2025-06-18 04:43:20
Elysian SparrowHi lovely readers, due to an unfortunate health emergency, there’ll be only one chapter today. Regular updates will continue tomorrow. Thanks so much for your understanding and love.
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 134: Daphne Underscore Beau
The words stop me cold. I press the phone closer to my ear, straining to hear something, anything, that might tell me this is some kind of joke.“Who is this?” I ask.“You really don’t recognize my voice?”There’s something smug in his tone, something that makes my skin crawl. I know that voice. God, I know that voice. My chest starts to tighten, like someone’s wrapping bands around my lungs and pulling them tighter with each breath.No. No, no, no.“Mateo?”“Correct.”“You have my sister?”“I do, like I said.”All this time, Knox and I had been so paranoid about watching our own backs, checking over our shoulders, making sure we were safe. We’d been so worried about protecting ourselves that we forgot we have family members in this city. Oh, that slimy bastard played us; I’ll give him that. But what I won’t give him is the satisfaction of hearing me squirm without solid proof he’s telling the truth.“Prove it.” I force the words out, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. “Show h
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 133: Your Sister Can't Come To The Phone
***~~SLOANE~~***My father is just as bullheaded as most of the men I know.He decides not to heed my warning and stands there like some old-school martyr, arms crossed, face calm in that way he thinks makes him unreadable. It doesn’t. He’s waiting for the storm that’s about to come through the front door in the form of his wife, Daphne.The door opens, and Daphne walks in with Beau.The first person she lays eyes on is Grandma June, curled into the couch with a half-finished glass of wine in one hand and the TV remote in the other.“You’re back,” Grandma says with a slow turn of the head as Daphne kicks the door shut behind her and sets her bag down.“Yeah. Couldn’t stand being around my family any longer. Decided to come home.” She looks down at her son and nods. “Beau, go say hi to Grandma.”The boy hesitates. He’s got one finger lodged in his nostril, and from the way he shifts his weight from foot to foot, he’d rather be anywhere else. But Daphne nudges him, and he reluctantly
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 132: The Strongest Catalyst
*** ~~HUNTER~~ *** I had expected Mateo to retaliate after I turned down his request to turn against Knox—but not this quickly, and definitely not with a swarm of armed men breaking into my house at night. How they managed to get past the two security guards Knox hired for me is still a mystery. No struggle I could hear. When they dragged me out, I caught a glimpse of the guards—slumped in the hallway. No blood on the floor. No holes in their clothes. Just stillness. I hope they were just asleep. Now, I’m tied to a chair in my damn pajamas. My ankles are bound to the chair legs, wrists tight behind me, the rope biting through my skin each time I move. And I’m not the only one dressed for comfort. Soraya’s beside me in a silk robe. Serena’s at the other end of our semicircle with the hem of her top riding up her thighs. Finn sits just before Serena, the only one in an actual outfit. Jeans and a T-shirt. Only one of his arms is tied. His broken one is left untouched, mercifully.
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 131: Collateral Damage
The look on Dad's face is almost indescribable. Shock, definitely. But there’s something more. If my father were an emotional man, he’d be screaming. Or crying. Or both. He just stands there instead. “Wow,” he says finally. “Are you on something? Crack? Are you using, Sloane?” I roll my eyes and take a shaky breath. “I’m done talking about this.” “Mom,” he says, voice rising as he turns toward Grandma June, who’s still perched on the couch, legs crossed, wine glass in hand, eyes fixed on the television. “Are you not going to chip in here?” “And say what, Daniel?” she replies without looking away from the screen. “You’ve not seen her with that boyfriend of hers. She’s happy. He buys her designers, a lot of them. Let the kid make her own damn choice.” “And become you, right?” That makes her turn around. “Oh, you better watch that mouth of yours.” “You do realize that however you turned out has everything to do with you choosing the wrong man in the first place, right? He made yo
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 130: I Love Him
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** The last time I saw my mother, she was aiming a loaded gun at me. It had been one of those nights you don’t forget, no matter how much time passes or how many good days stack themselves on top of it. Now, I’m seeing her again. She’s lying still on a bed, palms resting one over the other on her stomach. Her eyes are on the ceiling. Her face is drained, like she’s been crying for hours and somehow still has more tears left to shed. I stand in the doorway for longer than I should, my hand pressed to the frame. I don’t know what to do. Don’t know if I should walk in, touch her, speak, or sit beside her. She’s so still that I almost wonder if she's alive. A wave of guilt hits me. Can't tell why. It’s not like I was the one who caused this. But I wonder… if that day hadn’t gone so badly or if I’d reached out after it did, offered an olive branch instead of silence, would she still be pregnant? Would the stress have been less, the pressure bearable? It’s a long re
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 129: The Man At The Door
There’s a stretch of silence. Long enough for me to weigh the pros and cons. Pro: could be entertaining. Finn, even with his tendency for dramatics, has always been a fun person. Con: definitely ends in an emotional migraine. I take a breath, step aside, and wave him in. He walks past me and heads straight for the record player. He then turns the knob and silences my concert. “Seriously?” I say, arms dropping to my sides. “Seemed a bit loud, don’t you think?” “That’s because it’s my house, and I want it loud.” “Are you, like, permanently here? Or is this some sort of temporary arrangement?” I narrow my eyes, snatch my rice back from the table, and flop onto the couch, legs curled under me. “What do you want, Finn?” He stays by the record player like a statue. “You do one of those manipulation things they do in movies as a therapist?” I blink at him. “What?” “You know. Can you get into my head and change things? Make me forget certain things? That ticking clock and witchcraf
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