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Chapter 13: Into The Night [pt. 1]

ผู้เขียน: Willow's Ink
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The room seemed to spin around him, the floor tilting precariously as if it might drop away at any moment. It felt as though the very earth itself should open up and swallow him whole, sparing him the agony of his father's rejection.

The silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy weight that crushed the air out of Damian's lungs. Mr. Lawson's chest heaved with rage, his eyes blazing with fury as he delivered the final blow.

"Now, leave my house." He ordered coldly. "Leave my house and never show your disgraceful face around this vicinity!"

Damian could really only stare at Hugh Lawson with contempt, as he dished out those words. What Mr. Lawson was saying... it couldn't possibly be true, cause It didn't make any sense.

No! It all made perfect sense. Everything made perfect sense to him now.

Damian's mind reeled as the words hung in the air, a toxic cloud that clung to him like a shroud. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling
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  • Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother   Chapter 50: Straight to voicemail.

    Annabelle leaned back against the plush cushions of the living room sofa, a steaming mug of chamomile tea resting between her hands. She hadn’t planned to call her father, but the silence between them had stretched too long. Ever since Damian’s funeral, Hugh Lawson had retreated into a fortress of his own making—distant, unreachable. Maybe he was grieving in his own way, but it unsettled her. Something about it felt... wrong. Her thumb hovered over the phone screen before she finally tapped on his contact. One ring. Two. Three. Voicemail. She frowned, biting the inside of her cheek. She called again. Still nothing. A third attempt went straight to voicemail. Her fingers gripped the phone a little tighter. Hugh Lawson wasn’t fond of texting, sure—but he always answered her calls. Even on the worst of days. This wasn’t like him. With a tight breath, she dialed the office line. It rang twice before a familiar voice came through—calm and professional. "Hi, this is Rita speaking."

  • Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother   Chapter 49: No One

    Morning filtered in through the tall windows of Hugh Lawson’s office, casting long slants of gold across his oak desk. The light touched everything—his leather chair, the rows of framed awards, the thick rug beneath his feet—but not the hollow in his chest. That emptiness had stayed untouched, undisturbed, since the day Damian died. The headlines had faded. So had the whispers. The funeral had passed, the condolences stopped arriving, and the silence afterward was almost louder than the grief. He stood with his back to the door, one hand wrapped around a half-full tumbler of Glenlivet, the other resting against the edge of the glass pane. His gaze, however, wasn’t on the skyline. It was fixed across the room, on a portrait that hung quietly above the fireplace. Laura. Her painted eyes followed him no matter where he stood, her soft smile frozen in time. God, how he’d loved her. Even now, he still reached for her in his sleep. But she wasn’t what haunted him most. It was Damian. “

  • Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother   Chapter 48: Not While He Breathed

    Three days before the phone call that would end a life, Hugh Lawson sat alone in his study, firelight flickering across the hardwood floor like ghosts of decisions he hadn’t yet made. The storm outside was a whisper compared to the one inside him. He held his phone in one hand, unmoving, the name on the screen glowing like an omen: Brian Tellis. His troubleshooter. Brian had once worked inside a federal cybercrimes division before jumping ship to offer private services to men like Hugh—men who needed problems solved with discretion and finality. Hugh answered. "What have you found?" Brian’s voice was flat, clinical. "Her name is Celeste Marlowe. Independent journalist. Real name: Cecelia Marris. Changed her name in 2021 after a court settlement involving a politician in D.C. She has a history of manipulation. You could call her an opportunist. She gets close to powerful people looking for leaks. Studies them, then flips the story." "What about Damian?" "She saw them toget

  • Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother   Chapter 47: Clean

    Rain tapped slowly against the windshield, the sound crisp and rhythmic in the quiet interior of the car. The killer sat behind the wheel, his face veiled in shadow beneath the hoodie he hadn’t yet removed. The dull streetlamp flickered overhead, casting momentary pulses of yellow light into the car's cabin. Through the windshield, he could still see the faint outline of Celeste Marlowe's body crumpled on the damp pavement. He didn’t watch for long. His fingers reached for the burner phone beside him, screen already lit. One tap, then a single message: You're up. He set the phone down and leaned back. Less than a minute passed before headlights appeared in the side mirror. A black van, its engine a low growl, rolled silently up to the scene. It stopped directly in front of her body, blocking the view from the main road. The side door slid open with a quiet clack, and two men stepped out, dressed in dark clothes, gloved hands moving with practiced precision. The killer didn’t need

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  • Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother   Chapter 45: Now The Hunted [pt. 2]

    Celeste turned around to look behind her, her heart missed a beat as she did. the man was still there. Leaning against the lamppost like he belonged to the night. Celeste kept walking, her boots loud against the wet pavement. She didn’t run. Didn’t dare look back more than once. But her pulse was a drumbeat, steady and insistent, thrumming beneath her skin. She rounded a corner onto Hawthorne and pulled her hoodie lower over her brow. A coffee shop blinked with flickering neon across the street, but she ignored it. Too exposed. She needed to see if he was really following or if paranoia was playing tricks again. She crossed the street. Two blocks west. One north. No obvious footsteps behind her—but something in her gut wouldn’t unclench. She ducked into a side alley behind a boarded-up bookstore, pausing behind a rusted dumpster. Inhaling slowly, she pulled her phone from her coat pocket and unlocked it with a shaky thumb. The battery was low. Typical. But she didn’t need long.

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