Semua Bab In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Aurora's POV. Luther's Cold Distance.My eyes fluttered open slowly, like they were weighted down with bricks. Everything felt... heavy. My limbs, my chest, even my breathing. I couldn't move my hands. I couldn't move anything at all.I lay still, staring at the ceiling above me, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Familiar. Too familiar.Luther’s room. Our room.Then I felt something pulling slightly on my wrist. I turned my head to the side, weakly, and saw the drip taped into my skin. The clear fluid inside the tube was slowly running down into me. I blinked again, trying to make sense of the stiffness in my body and the dryness in my throat. My head pounded, and my lips were cracked. Everything ached.Then I heard the voice.“Mr. Hawthorne, your wife needs enough rest. If she doesn’t get it, it might result in a miscarriage…”My heart dropped.I forced my eyes toward the direction of the voice. Luther was standing across the room, near the big window, his arms folded

Aurora’s POV. The Good Bad Sister.Another day came too fast. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to open my eyes and be reminded that Ruby was now living in this house. In this mansion. In my space.But I got up anyway. The bed was cold beside me—Luther had already left the room. I moved quickly. Bathed. Dressed. Tied my hair up into a rough bun. I didn’t care to look pretty. Not this morning.I walked downstairs, and there they were—like a picture I didn’t ask to see. All seated at the dining table, having breakfast like one big happy family. Mother. Maya. Ruby. And Luther—calm, eating his food like nothing was wrong.The moment they saw me, something in the air shifted. Their voices dropped. Eyes turned. Except Luther—he looked up once, then went back to chewing his bread like he hadn’t noticed the tension growing in the room.“Come. Sit here,” he said without emotion, putting more bread into his mouth. “You need to eat.”I moved forward, eyes skimming the table. Bread, eggs, cheese,

Aurora's POV. I woke up. My eyes were still heavy. It felt like I had bricks sitting on my eyelids.Slowly, I blinked.This wasn’t our room.It smelled different. Sterile. Cold. My body felt stiff. I looked down and realized I was wearing that pale hospital gown. My heart thudded.Where’s Luther?“Luther...?” I called out, voice barely a whisper. My throat was dry, cracked like paper.No reply.Then the door opened.A nurse stepped in, saw my eyes were open, and quickly turned back out. I heard her voice in the hall.“Sir... your wife is awake.”Then they all walked in. Luther. His mother. Maya. All of them.I couldn’t even explain the way Luther’s mom looked at me. Like she had already buried me. Like she was disappointed I didn’t die.“Luther...” I said again, reaching out weakly.But before he could answer, the nurse raised her hand. “I’ll get the doctor,” she said and walked out.I looked at Luther, tears already slipping down my face. “My baby... Luther, is it still there? Is it

Aurora's POV. I struggled against his grip, my fists pounding against his chest."Let me go!" I screamed. "I fucking hate you! I hate you, Luther!"He didn’t flinch. He didn’t say a word.He just locked the door behind us, grabbed me by the waist, and dragged me back toward the bed.I fought him, kicking, hitting, scratching.But he didn’t let go.He slammed me down onto the mattress, standing over me, breathing hard."You're not leaving. Not tonight. Not ever," he said, his voice low and raw.I sat up, my chest heaving, tears burning my eyes."You think locking me here will fix it?!" I shouted."You think forcing me to stay will bring my baby back?!"He clenched his fists by his sides.I wanted to see him hurt.I needed him to hurt the way I was hurting."You might not have used your hands to kill your child," I spat at him, my voice sharp enough to cut."But you certainly did."His whole body stiffened.Still, he didn’t say anything.I stood up and shoved him hard in the chest."Yo

Aurora's POV. His lips left mine only for a second, just long enough to trail kisses down my neck. I could feel his breath, warm and shaky, as he kissed lower, slower. My back pressed harder against the cold bathroom wall, but I didn’t care. The heat between us was enough to burn through it all.His hands slid up the sides of my thighs, gripping me tighter, like he couldn't get enough. His fingers brushed just beneath the curve of my ass, lifting me higher against him. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the full length of him through his pants, pressing right against my wetness.I let out a shaky breath. “Luther…”“I know, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “I feel it too.”He lowered his head and gently took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it slow, then teasing it with his tongue until I whimpered. I arched into him, helpless, my body begging for more. His other hand rubbed along my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him most but still