บททั้งหมดของ Lost Her To My Brother : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The hall froze, and everyone’s gaze turned to Mark, who stood unable to understand a word. How was this possible? He was the one they all knew, the one who had diligently done every work there was to do over the years. How could he not be alpha? Mark could not make out the voices close to him; he watched Clair reach out to him, murmuring a few words but everything was quiet. The huge entrance gave way and Fredrick walked in with Emelia cuddled up in his arms like they were the perfect couple. Everything was a blur as he pushed his way past a worried Clair. “Mark…Mark,” Clair called out, trying hard to get hold of him, only to be shoved to the back, barely holding herself. “What's wrong with him? Wasn't he aware the position was not his to begin with? Why is he acting up?” a few voices echo amidst the crowd but Mark is too consumed by rage to hold himself back. “YOU…” He pointed to Fredrick, who stood calm, his eyes dense, carrying a hint of victory in them despite his calm smile. Mar

He roughly sucked her lips as she struggled but the flames in her were too powerful to be quenched by her resistance. Emelia’s hands held firmly around his neck, deepening the kiss, as Dark’s hands caressed her skin, pinning her hard on the table. Their rough breaths echo in the dark, the room filled with pleasurable moans and the smell of intoxication. She melted in his arms; under his touch she felt aloof. She could feel her legs willingly spread, allowing him access as his fingers grazed her pussy, sending waves of shivering. Her body trembled under his touch, her eyes filled with lust and pleasure. “Ahh…yeah,” she cried, holding on tight to his shirt. Frederick was fighting; this was not how he wanted to take her. Emilia was fragile and Dark was certainly going to do so much damage. He fought from the dark, hitting and commanding his other half. A powerful man he was but in the arms of an enraged Dark, he could do so little. “I do anything you ask of me; please don't touch her,”

Emilia walked out of the office exhausted; the staff had all left and only she was left. Walking out, she noticed a car parked at the front; it took just a second to recognize it as Frederick's. She walks over and the door opens for her. “Hello,” she says, getting comfortable. Frederick nods, his eyes focusing on the file before him. The ride was quiet and Emilia stared out the window, watching the city lights dance with joy. She would give up anything to be them just for a second; she would willingly take the risk to shine and guide the way for others rather than be trapped in this cage she found herself in. “The contract is ready,” he announced, catching her attention. Emilia turned to the man close to her, taking the file in his hand. “You must be kidding, right?” she demanded, staring at every clause. Was he mad to think she would agree to something absurd like that? Frederick faced her, cold as ever. “You are expected to sign and hand it over to me at dawn. You can sleep over i

The lights dimmed at the end and everyone made their way in. From the top everyone turned to the beauty who just appeared with her husband. “Wow” was all they could utter. Clair clenched her fist hard, staring at Emilia make her way down. She was not only dressed but caught the attention of all with her choice of attire. “Isn't that the lost pattern of the Zorah family?” everyone whispered and just like a twerk of a branch everyone had forgotten about Clair. Mark stood by the side watching Emilia make her way down with Fredrick. He could only wish he was the one by her side. Seeing her reminded him of what he had lost. “That should be me,” he muttered. The charming couple toast to everyone. Reaching the front Fredrick stepped aside but not after placing a soft kiss on her cheeks. Emilia smiled watching him walk away. “How long do you think this act of yours will play out in your favor?” Emilia did not need to be told who the rude voice belonged to. Clair came forward with a glass o

Dawn came, but one could tell it did not bring its light into the packhouse. Everywhere and everyone carried so much in their hearts; the events of the previous day were too heavy to lay down. The usual morning breakfast was skipped by everyone. Mrs. Camfrey chose the comfort of her bedchamber, while Mr. Camfrey locked himself up in his private study. Clair could not bring herself to stay another moment in the Camfrey mansion and headed straight to the comfort of her parents' home. Mark was having the hardest time among everyone. He could not think straight. He could not understand why this was happening at such a time. Why would the person he had given up so much for do such a horrible thing to him? He lay in bed, his eyes staring at the wide ceiling, but his thoughts were in his head. He wished he had known earlier. He wished he had stopped her, but now it was too late. There was nothing left but regret. A knock on the door snaps him out of his thoughts. “Come in,” Mark answered