Lahat ng Kabanata ng Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

Abigail The air outside was warm with candlelight and music, a gentle hum of conversation weaving through the night. I could feel Alexander’s presence beside me, solid, and imposing,and yet, somehow, all eyes were on me. I didn’t need to glance around to know. I felt their gazes like pinpricks against my skin. Whispers stirred as we stepped onto the terrace, the stone beneath my heels clicking lightly with each step, my hand poised elegantly on Alexander’s arm. I smiled, calm and gracious, as if I belonged to this glittering world and had never left it. In truth, my stomach fluttered. Nerves rippled just under the surface of my skin, but I kept them on a tight leash. I had rehearsed this entrance in my mind a dozen times, calculated every gesture, and every glance. I swept my gaze slowly across the yard, my eyes grazing over shimmery gowns, slick tuxedos, and glinting champagne flutes. Every face turned toward us and every breath seemed to pause. Even from across the expanse of t

AbigailThe moment Alexander stepped down from the stage and rejoined me, I felt the tension in the room shift. All eyes followed him, then flicked to me, as if trying to decide whose words held more power between Marceline’s and Alexander’s. And now that we were together, standing side by side again in the flesh, the fascination in the crowd thickened. It clung to my skin like static.The staff began to guide everyone toward the banquet hall, the gold-trimmed doors swinging open to reveal tables dressed in crystal and candlelight. We moved with the flow, shoulder to shoulder with some of the most powerful names in the city, and I could feel every glance like a pinprick along my spine. It was dizzying; the heat, the perfume, the murmur of voices. Everyone seemed to be watching me, measuring me.As we entered, Alexander leaned in just slightly, his lips brushing close to my ear. “Relax,” he murmured so low only I could hear. “You’re doing great.”I let out a breath that sounded more li

AlexanderI didn’t quite know what to call the feeling twisting itself into knots inside my chest. It wasn’t anger, at least not the kind I was familiar with. Anger was clean and swift. Anger was easy to recognize, easier to squash. This… this was murkier and slow burning. It was, to be frank, ugly. My shirt collar suddenly felt too tight, the fabric stiff like rope as I tried to ignore the way Conrad held Abigail.He was too close to her. Far too close.I sipped from my champagne glass, the chill of the drink doing nothing to cool me down. My other hand curled in my pocket, my nails biting into my palm. It was ridiculous. I was standing here, in full view of the entire room, while Conrad, of all people, was on the dance floor with her. His expression was painfully easy to read, even from a distance, full of longing and desperation. There was regret in the lines of his face, easy to recognise as I had seen that look before. But what could he possibly be saying to her now? Whatever i

Conrad My feet carried me with heavy, erratic strides, my hand bleeding into my palm, my fingers sticky with gin and blood. A waiter nearly ran into me, wide-eyed and young. I snapped at him before he could scurry away. “You there! I need medical attention, now.” The kid flinched like I had hit him, straightened his tie with trembling fingers, and gave a hasty nod. “Y-Yes, sir. There’s… there’s first aid in the west lounge. Please follow me.” I did, not because I particularly cared about the cut, but because I couldn’t stand another second in that room. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t see them. I would have immediately but leaving such a high profile event so early would set off wagging tongues, and I couldn’t afford that kind of spotlight on me right now. The lounge was empty, silent but for the muffled music drifting in from the ballroom. The waiter asked me to wait, saying he would soon be back with the first aid kit. I didn’t respond as I waved him off and sat down, clut

AbigailI gasped the moment Alexander's lips touched mine. My mind short circuited for half a second, shocked by the boldness of it, by the sheer heat that raced through me like fire dancing under my skin. I hadn’t expected it; it wasn't part of the plan.But his hand was already at the middle of my back, splayed wide and possessive, pulling me into the hard planes of his chest as if he had made up his mind a long time ago and had only just given in. His other hand cradled the side of my face, and I was painfully aware of the warmth of his palm against my cheek, of how steady he felt when I was anything but.And when I gasped involuntarily, he took advantage of it. His tongue slid past my lips, and the kiss turned deep and hungry, full of something that felt like desperation and desire and a longing I hadn’t even known we shared. It wasn’t sweet or tentative. It was a claiming, raw and dizzying, and I felt my knees go weak. My fingers clutched at his jacket as if he were the only soli