All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Brother : Chapter 191 - Chapter 197

Chapter 191 Tristan’s POVI ran through the streets, the tracker clutched in my hand. Avia’s terrified voice still played in my ear. Every sob, every whisper, burned through me like fire.The warehouse loomed ahead, dark and menacing. Shadows moved inside. I slowed just a fraction, checking every angle. Finn had planned this meticulously. No doubt about it.Brianne’s betrayal stung, but I didn’t have time for it. Avia was the priority. Every second counted.I drew my gun. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was ready for anything. Finn’s men had weapons. I had to be precise.The door creaked open as I approached. One of Finn’s men appeared. He smirked.“Looking for someone?” he asked casually.I fired first. My shot hit the wall near his feet, startling him. He dropped his gun immediately.Inside, I could hear Avia, quiet but conscious. My heart jumped.“Tristan!” she whispered through the tracker.I moved faster, careful not to step on loose debris. Finn’s voice came from the shadows.

Chapter 193 Tristan’s POVThe sun was rising, casting a soft orange glow across the city. I sat behind my desk, the office feeling strangely calm for the first time in weeks. The chaos, the danger, the betrayal, it all seemed to be fading into the background.Avia was beside me, sitting in the chair I had pulled close to mine. Her hand rested over her stomach, the baby safe and kicking lightly. She looked exhausted, but alive. Beautiful. My heart tightened at the sight.We hadn’t slept well. Not since the warehouse incident, not since Brianne had tried to finish what she started. But the relief was undeniable. She was here, safe. And I wasn’t going to let anyone take her again.I rubbed my face. The events of the last few weeks were replaying in my mind like a broken recording. Finn, finally caught, was behind bars. Brianne, just arrested, would face justice soon. And yet, the company, the shareholders, the media—they hadn’t stopped breathing down my neck.I looked at Avia. “I think.

Epilogue Five Years Later The city was waking up as I drove home from my latest shoot. The early morning traffic hummed softly beneath my tires, the skyline glowing with the first hints of sunlight. After five years, life had changed in ways I never imagined. I was no longer just Avia. People knew my name. My face graced magazines, billboards, and movie posters. I had become a successful actress, admired by many, and yet… as much as I loved the lights, the cameras, and the applause, nothing compared to the warmth waiting for me at home. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed the laughter before I even opened the door. It was bright, full, and alive—the sound of Tristan with our children. My heart lifted immediately, a warmth spreading through me. This was home. This was what mattered. I stepped inside and froze for a moment, taking in the scene. Tristan was sprawled on the living room floor, our little ones climbing all over him, their giggles filling the air. He looked up, sa

Ominiscent's POV. Three years had passed since that night the night that had almost taken everything from Ria. The memory of Jade, the cliff, the terror it still flickered in her mind like a shadow but now it belonged to the past. Luca had been there, every step of the way, turning what could have been despair into safety, into a love so fierce that nothing could touch it. Their home overlooked a quiet lake, where mornings were painted with gold and evenings glimmered with pink and purple hues. The garden was Ria’s favorite place; she had insisted on planting jasmine, roses, and lilac along the pathways. The scent of flowers mixed with the gentle water breeze, creating a world of calm they could retreat to whenever the past crept too close. Ria had built her own life in those years. Her boutique—a collection of rare perfumes and custom fragrances—was thriving. She had started it small, but each scent told a story: a memory, a desire, a fragment of her soul. Luca adored surprising