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STILL THE MONSTER

Author: LUNA INK
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-29 00:21:02

Aaron's POV

It had been weeks since Ethan's panic attack.

The memory of the night still clung to me like the taste of smoke—twisting, biting, and relentless to remove. Every time I closed my eyes, I still saw the way he'd fallen, the rhythm of his breathing fractured and desperate. I had wanted to keep him close, to tell him he was safe, that he did not have to fight his nightmares alone… but I had not. I could not.

Since I was the reason for his fears to begin with.

Since then, I had dedicated myself to work in a manner that bordered on insanity. I existed at the office now, practically. I forgot some mornings whether I'd slept or eaten, and the hum of my computer was the closest thing to a heartbeat I experienced. But the result for everyone to see was Warner Industries thriving. Three times the investments, an expansion deal signed, new partners flowing in like the tide.

Everyone was complimenting me. They said that I cut cleaner, that I was more concentrated. That I was thriving.

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  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    PROOF IT HAPPENED

    Aaron's pov Ethan said nothing that morning.He was too quiet.And I didn’t need to ask why.He was still doing the very thing he said he wouldn't,letting me close, letting me near, letting me pull him back into a rhythm neither of us knew how to stop.What the hell had I been thinking last night?I leaned in towards him, like I was going to kiss him, out there in the open smelling of champagne and applause, and the whole world had just watched him shine under those stage lights. He'd been all alone, looking lost and perfect at the same time, and I-God-I just couldn't help myself.I should have just left him alone.I should have walked away.Stop pulling him in just to push him back.Stop treating him like gravity when I was supposed to be his space.The worst part was, I didn't know how to stop.The car purred softly as we hit the road. Ethan sat next to me, leaning his head against the window, his eyes half-lidded. I noticed the dark circles beneath them. He hadn't slept at all l

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    GOODNIGHT PEACE

    ETHAN'S povI was supposed to be finding peace.That was the whole damn point of the Riot—music, chaos, and release. To let go of everything I'd been dragging behind me like rusted chains. I was supposed to find my center, my balance, my calm.But how the hell was I supposed to do that when every time I looked at Aaron, my chest felt like it was being crushed?He said things, acted in ways that tore open wounds I'd sworn had already healed. One minute he was near, the next he was gone, and I stood there, choking on air that didn't feel like enough. How could someone make me want to punch a wall and pull him close in the same heartbeat? How could he look at me like I still mattered when he'd been the one to walk away?It was all a storm.A tornado named Aaron Warner.The lights faded, the music dissolved into the night, and I still couldn't tell what I was supposed to be feeling. Confused. Angry. Heartbroken. Relieved. All of it twisted together, one ugly knot that wouldn't come undone

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    A STAR OUT OF REACH

    Aaron’s POVI smiled again, this time turning to Ethan as applause finally began to die down. The sound echoed in the enormous hall, warm and thunderous, caroming off glass walls and glittering chandeliers above. My hand brushed against his shoulder, briefly on purpose, and the slight jolt that ran through his body was almost imperceptible to anyone else but me.The moment we had stepped off the stage, a deluge of men and women in designer suits swept toward us like moths to a flame. Investors. Sharks, more accurately. They smelled opportunity the way wolves smelled blood, and Warner Industries' recent recovery-no, our recovery-had just become their latest fascination.I had barely got a breath in when one of them, a tall man with a bronze watch that probably cost as much as a car, clapped my shoulder. “Mr. Warner, that speech—magnificent. You've outdone yourself again.”“I appreciate that,” I said smoothly, though my gaze had already caught Ethan’s back as he moved toward the far end

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    A DESERVING AWARD

    Ethan’s POVThe award ceremony kicked off with three women in matching red-hot dresses, their harmonies slick and smooth against the hum of expensive perfume and clinking glasses. They were singing something jazzy-something I knew, maybe from a commercial or a movie-but the words escaped me. I only knew the rhythm, the sultry little sway that made the crowd clap politely while pretending they weren't already checking their watches.Aaron was gone by about thirty-five minutes. I hadn’t seen a sight of him, not even that trademark oxblood coat he wore, looking like it cost someone’s tuition. I was getting worried. He’d been sick not too long ago, and the thought of him collapsing somewhere backstage kept on nagging at me. But then again, this was Aaron Warner. He could probably charm death itself to give him an extension.Yet, I couldn't stop looking at the door, at the side curtains, anywhere that would have let me catch a glimpse of him. Nothing.So, I sat, trying not to fidget and tr

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    OLD CONNECTIONS

    Aaron’s POVThere was nothing out of place: gold chandeliers, velvet curtains, polished marble floors that reflected literally everything in perfect symmetry. A bit too much, if you ask me, for a few awards and a pat on the back for billionaires. Of course, these people loved excess, and they fed on it. Billionaires-what a bunch of self-absorbed bastards who thought everything had to bend their way.I almost laughed at myself. I was one of them now; a sucked-up bastard with more money than I knew what to do with. And yet, it was being here—being surrounded by people like me—that made my chest tighten. A weird kind of loneliness at realizing I'd actually become what I used to hate.Ethan stood beside me, eyes wide as he took in the decor. He looked so damn amazed, like glittering lights and sleek surfaces were something out of a dream. And maybe they were—for him. For me, the only thing I couldn't stop staring at was him.That suit. That black suit with its sharp cut and subtle shimme

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    THE AWARD CEREMONY

    Ethan’s POVThis sandwich was so overpriced. Eighteen dollars for two slices of bread, a sliver of smoked salmon, and something that desperately was trying to pass as caviar. America was wild. I stared at it, questioning every life choice that brought me here, and then sighed, taking a reluctant bite.That's when the doorbell rang.I frowned, setting down the sandwich. Aaron was still in the bathroom-he'd been in there for a while now, cleaning up and maybe shaving. His fever had come down completely since this afternoon, and he'd even made a joke or two, which at this point felt like a miracle after last night.I wiped my hands and then walked toward the door.When I opened it, there were two tall men in identical black suits. Both wore dark sunglasses, even though it was nearing evening, and one of them was holding a sleek black duffel bag, which looked a little too. deliberate."Um," I began, "can I help you?“Good evening,” one of them said smoothly. “We’re here for Mr. Warner.”A

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