Todos los capítulos de My Best Friend's Brother : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

~Joan~"No, I'm good. Do I really have to stay here? I could always rent another apartment, you know," I muttered as Aaron helped me into his penthouse, carrying my bags. He didn’t respond, and I knew that was a definite no.I had just been discharged from the hospital after the doctor confirmed I was okay to go home.He insisted I avoid anything too exhausting, and then Aaron decided—without asking—that I’d stay with him. In his words, "for the time being."But I knew Aaron. He wouldn’t let me leave, even if I fully recovered. Not that I minded. I liked his apartment. It held memories, just like the other house.I glanced around, searching for something to distract myself."Nothing's really changed around here," I murmured. Aaron hummed in response, dragging my bags along. I stood in the middle of the living room, watching his back."Are we sharing a room?" I asked, because I really wanted to know. My relationship with Aaron was undefined, and I had no idea what we were—friends? A co

JoanI was surprised when Aaron asked me to dress up because we were going out. I tried getting some information, but he was unusually tight-lipped about our destination. He wasn’t one to reveal his plans easily, but still, I had expected at least a hint.I stared out the window as he drove through the city, having absolutely no idea where we were headed. With no direction on what to wear, I’d settled on a casual green dress. He said I looked gorgeous, though, so I figured I’d made a decent choice.After a while, we pulled up in front of a building I immediately recognized—I’d been here before with Rhoda. My brows furrowed as I turned to him. A cinema? Aaron didn’t strike me as the type to sit through a movie, let alone in a crowded theater. He switched off the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, then reached over to undo mine as well."Did I miss something?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity as he flicked the seat belt open. His fingers brushed against my thigh, light and deli

~Joan~"Wanna take a shower with me?" I asked Aaron once we got home. He pressed his lips together. "I'll pass. I'm gonna check on the other rooms—I thought I heard something," he said before walking away. Disappointment stirred in my chest. He heard nothing. I knew that. So why was he avoiding being close to me? I understood it hadn’t even been a week since I was discharged, but as long as I took my medications, I'd be fine in no time. I headed to the bedroom, undressing before stepping into the shower. Warm water streamed down my body, washing away the tension but not the thoughts crowding my mind. We’d had fun on the drive home—Aaron even sang with me. But the closer we got, the quieter he became. Was it me? Had something changed? Did he no longer find me attractive? That didn’t seem right. When we kissed, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes. Then what was wrong? A thought struck me, tightening my chest. Had he been with someone else while we were apart? The idea was ridiculous

Joan "Should I be surprised you're back at work?" Brielle asked, propping her chin on her hands, eyes locked onto my face. "Like I told you before, no," I muttered. She rolled her eyes before slamming her hands on my desk, making my monitor shake slightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Garrett jolt in surprise. Finally, I looked up from my computer. After spending an extra two weeks at home, I’d decided to come back, despite Aaron’s protests. Technically, he was my boss, but that didn’t mean he got to dictate whether I worked or not. "You can't just waltz in here like nothing's changed. Our boss is your boyfriend!" she whisper-yelled before pointing at herself. "I've seen the flowers he sent you. Which, by the way, you gave to me." She crossed her arms. "So why are you here?" I huffed, leaning back in my chair. "Hey, don't judge just because I'm dating him. He’s not going to be hovering around the office, trust me. Just treat me like before." The princess treatment was getting

~Unknown~The door creaked open, and I heard footsteps. Not just one set—I knew there were more.A switch flicked, flooding the dark room with harsh, artificial light. I kept my head hung low, trying to pry my swollen eyes open, but the effort was almost impossible. Every pulse of pain reminded me just how badly they had beaten me.Before I could process what was happening, ice-cold water crashed over my body. I gasped, the shock rattling through me as I jerked violently, straining against the binds cutting into my wrists.What the fuck?“He actually has the audacity to sleep,” someone snickered.I raised my head slowly, vision swimming, but I could still make out their faces. I recognized them.“Ace. Ace. Ace.” A man stepped forward, his voice dripping with mockery. Sparrow. I knew that voice anywhere.“How does it feel being held captive, knowing damn well you’re going to die?” he asked.I gritted my teeth, ignoring the way pain knifed through my jaw.I never expected it that night.