All Chapters of In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AURORA'S POV. I stood in front of the vanity, staring blankly at my reflection. My fingers gripped the edge of the table while the brush sat untouched beside the makeup.I didn’t even know where to start.My lips were dry. My eyes, swollen from earlier tears. My chest still ached from the words they threw at me—words meant to break, to shatter.I reached for the foundation, but my hand trembled slightly.“Pull yourself together,” I whispered to my reflection.It was Luther’s birthday. And they were all watching—waiting for me to break again. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.I dragged the brush over my cheeks, covering the dullness. My hands moved faster now. Mechanical. Focused.There was a knock.I flinched.But it wasn’t the kind of knock that waited—it was the kind that pushed.The door creaked open.Maya leaned in, arms folded, smirking.“You know... no matter how much makeup you wear, you still look like a wreck,” she said, scanning me slowly. “But I guess that suits a wom

Aurora's POV. Crazy Woman!! “Aurora…!” Luther’s voice ripped through the cold night, sharp and panicked.I turned toward the headlights...too fast, too bright. My breath caught in my throat. My legs wouldn’t move.That car... it wasn’t slowing.“Shit!” I barely heard his voice before his arms slammed into me.My body flew sideways with his force. We crashed to the ground, hard. My back hit the gravel. My shoulder burned. His weight pressed on me, knocked the air from my lungs.I gasped, eyes wide, ears ringing.The car screeched to a stop inches away from where I’d been standing.Voices shouted. Doors opened. But I couldn’t process anything.I just stared up at Luther. He hovered above me, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run through fire. His face was too close, eyes wild, sweat trickling down his forehead.“You could’ve died,” he muttered, voice breaking as his fingers gripped my face, pushing back my hair. “You insane, stubborn... fucking insane woman!”He yanked me up

Aurora’s POV. “No, Nana. That’s my wife over there,” Luther said, his voice calm, almost too calm. He pointed toward me… and the moment he did, his smile dropped. His jaw clenched tight.All heads turned. Slowly, Grandma followed his finger. Her eyes landed on me—standing alone by the kitchen door, still in Luther's shirt like I was trying to disappear into the wall.She narrowed her eyes at me, hard.“And she couldn’t come over to greet me?” Her voice sliced through the silence like a blade. “Is that how you’ve taught your wife, Luther? I thought you had better sense than to tolerate disrespect under your roof!”The whole room froze. Not even a spoon clinked against a plate. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, but I didn’t move. My knees were stiff, and so was my spine. I wasn’t going to run over like some dog being summoned.Maya was the first to break the silence. Of course she was.“Nana, that’s exactly what we’ve been dealing with,” she said, leaning forward like she’d be

Aurora's POV. We walked downstairs, silence hanging over us like a heavy curtain. My heart thudded against my ribs. I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, confusion, or just the dread of what was about to unfold.Luke followed behind like a shadow. Richard and mother were already in the sitting room, lounging.Luther went straight to the center seat—the one only he ever sat on. His presence filled the room, cold and heavy. I stood behind him, trying to ignore the stares from Richard and the old witch.Luther gave Luke a sharp nod. No words, just a signal.Luke turned immediately and stepped out.A few moments later, he came back in, walking beside Mrs. Marelli.The moment I saw her, my chest tightened.She looked like she’d seen a ghost.Her hands were clutched together so tightly they were turning red. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, even though the room wasn’t warm. Her eyes were filled with something I hadn’t seen before—fear.Real, deep fear.She stopped right in front of Lu

Aurora’s POV.Two months.That’s how long it’s been since everything exploded—since Luther dragged Ruby across that living room and I spit the truth into her face. Since Luther had her taken away. Since I bled, inside and out.I haven’t slept in our room since that day.Luther didn’t tell me to leave. I chose to. I packed a few things and moved into grandma’s room. She didn’t ask questions. Just shifted a few things around and made space for me, like she’d been expecting it.Luther still walks around the house. He still gets phone calls at odd hours. Still handles whatever mafia shit he’s into. But between us?There was nothing. He knocks on the door some nights. Quiet. Like he's asking permission to still exist near me. But I never open. I hear him walk away after a while.The house feels quieter now. Calmer. Without Ruby's voice echoing off the walls or her fake giggles. Richard mostly stays locked in his room. Sometimes I hear the clink of bottles. Sometimes I hear him cursing at