LOGINShare
Chapter 18: Two Lines
publish date:
2026-05-25 08:59:56
Latest chapter
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 21: The Man Who Kept the Veil
(Keyla POV) The room had been cleaned twice, according to the housekeeping log — standard service the morning after, deep clean two days later when the suite was due for rotation. Garrett confirmed it personally when I asked, in the tone of a man who Garrett answered carefully, like he already knew better than to ask why I cared.. I went anyway. The Aurelia Grand's Floor 27 was quieter on a Thursday afternoon than it had been on a wedding night. Nothing about Floor 27 looked different in daylight. The corridor still carried that low mechanical hum from the climate system, and the security camera at the far end watched everything with the same blank patience. The sound never fully stopped in this building. You noticed it most when everything else went quiet.. I used the master key Garrett had handed over without comment and opened the suite. The suite smelled aggressively clean, like the staff had scrubbed every trace of a person out of it. Someone had replaced the towels, turned t
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 20: The First Heartbeat
(Keyla POV) I almost cancelled it twice. The night before, I opened the clinic confirmation email three separate times and still never made it past the address line, when I’d opened the clinic’s confirmation email to check the address and closed the laptop before I could finish reading it. The second was the morning of, standing in the bathroom with my toothbrush, trying to come up with a believable excuse for not going. Nora knocked on the bathroom door at eight forty-five. “We leave in fifteen minutes.” I spat toothpaste into the sink. “I’m aware. I’m trying not to fake my own disappearance before breakfast.” “I’m telling you anyway.” She just said it and walked back to the kitchenette before I could argue with her — just said it and went back to making tea, which was how she operated most mornings now. By now the room carried obvious signs that two people were living in it whether it had space for that or not. Everything had been shoved into practical systems because otherw
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 19: Nora Crosses the Ocean
(Keyla POV) By the time I finally sent the message, it was 11:43 p.m., I’d been staring at the words for so long the night already felt used up by them. I’m pregnant. Three seconds after it delivered, Nora was calling. I answered because if I ignored the call, Nora would know immediately that something was wrong beyond the obvious, and because I was tired of carrying things alone in the dark of a room that smelled like someone else’s laundry. “How long have you known,” she said. Not are you sure or oh my god — just straight to the practical question, that was exactly how Nora handled panic. Straight past the emotion and into the facts. That hearing her sound normal made it easier to breathe. “Three days. I did three tests.”“Okay,” Nora said quietly, and I could hear her shifting around on her end of the call like she was already reorganizing the situation in her head. “Is it Adrian’s?” The question landed exactly where I knew it eventually would. I’d been dreading and also, in
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 18: Two Lines
(Keyla POV) I’d been blaming the nausea on stress for eleven days before I ran out of that explanation. Honestly, stress would have made perfect sense. I was sleeping badly in an unfamiliar room, eating inconsistently, running three freelance projects simultaneously on a laptop that overheated if I had more than four tabs open. My body had plenty of reasons to complain, and lately it had been taking full advantage of them. But after eleven days, even I was running out of ways to explain it away. What finally stopped sounding like stress was the timing— showing up every morning at almost the exact same hour, then fading by noon — was starting to feel less like anxiety and more like something that had a schedule. The pharmacy near the building had self-checkout machines, and I headed for them automatically. I bought the cheapest test on the shelf, a single-use brand with packaging that was slightly battered from being at the front of the display, and I tapped my card, grabbed the pa
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 17: The Lie They Sold
(Keyla POV) Adrian’s statement hit the news Tuesday morning at exactly the hour people were commuting, scrolling, and half-paying attention. Someone had coached him well, because left alone Adrian would have posted something emotional at midnight and regretted it by sunrise. Instead, the statement was polished enough to survive public scrutiny. It was two paragraphs, measured, with just enough vulnerability to read as genuine and just enough restraint to read as dignified. Keyla was not emotionally ready for the commitments of this marriage. That was the line that got pulled for headlines. Not she left or she disappeared — emotionally ready, the wording made it sound ongoing, like the wedding had only exposed problems everyone close to her had quietly endured for months. I watched the coverage from the Churchill Sentinel private media room, Marcus had turned the room into a reputation bunker months ago. Three screens ran different coverage feeds while headlines refreshed in the c
One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother Chapter 16: The City That Did Not Know Her
(Keyla POV) Nobody looked at me when I landed. Two weeks earlier, that would not have meant anything to me, but after two weeks of being the Churchill wedding scandal — the unstable bride, the missing woman, the cautionary headline — walking through an arrivals hall where nobody recognized me felt strange enough that I kept waiting for someone to point. The customs officer barely gave me more than a glance before stamping the passport and waving me through. The woman behind me in line was already impatient. Everyone already had somewhere else to be.. I took a bus instead of a taxi because the fare difference mattered now, and checked into the room Nora’s contact had arranged — third floor of a building that smelled like old wood and someone else’s cooking, a single window that faced a wall, a keycard that stuck slightly before releasing. The room was small enough that I could see most of it from the doorway: bed, desk, a bathroom with a showerhead that had some opinions about wat
You may also like
I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It!
LiLhyz1.5M viewsHired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
Kayla Sango769.5K viewsMy Wife is a Hacker
Summer1.9M viewsOops! I Married A CEO By Mistake
Lisa Salman1.7M viewsDuke Damian, The Duchess Wants a Divorce!
Raisaa748 viewsForbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance
Azilla92 viewsAshes of Love; Fire of Vengeance
Aisha16 viewsSeduce Me, Daddy
WhiteSwan51 views
