Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Ex-husband's Brother : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

“Sir, you need to step out and allow the patient to rest,” a female nurse said gently as she stepped into the room, clipboard in hand and concern in her eyes.Max didn’t move immediately. He was seated at the edge of the hospital bed, holding Lake’s mother’s hand, his brows drawn tight with worry. Her breathing was uneven, her eyes glassy with exhaustion, but she still held onto him like a lifeline.“Please,” she whispered, gripping his wrist, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Protect Lake. He might come off as cold… he acts like he doesn’t need anyone, but that’s just him trying not to get hurt again. Anthony—he abused him. I didn’t see it early enough. I didn’t stop it in time.”Max's heart clenched. His jaw tightened as the weight of her words sank in.The nurse approached, her tone firmer now but still kind. “Sir, I understand. But please, don’t stimulate the patient any further. She needs rest. We’ve already adjusted her IV and blood pressure medication. Please…”Max nodded slowly,

“But we need to talk about Anthony,” Max said gently, voice dipping low as his eyes searched Lake’s face.“I don’t want to.” Lake stepped back, trying to shake off the weight in his chest—and Max’s touch.Max didn’t let go so easily.He grabbed Lake’s wrists and pinned them softly but firmly above his head, stepping into his space. “You don’t want to?” Max murmured, leaning in.His lips brushed Lake’s neck—warm, hungry. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive curve, dragging his tongue down to the hollow of Lake’s collarbone.Lake let out a breathy moan, twisting slightly beneath his grip. “Max…”“Are you turned on?” Max teased, lips brushing over the quickening beat in Lake’s throat.Lake’s mouth parted, but instead of words, he lunged forward, desperate for another kiss. Max pulled back just an inch—just enough to deny him.He grinned.“That’s all for now,” he said, voice low and wicked. “You want more…” His thumb skimmed Lake’s bottom lip. “Then talk to me.”“Bastar

The door clicked open with a soft chime as Adriana stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the glossy marble floor. She paused in the doorway, eyes sweeping the decadent space—chandeliers dripping from the ceiling, velvet furniture draped in gold accents, and a panoramic view of the glittering skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Brie was already waiting. She lounged across a velvet chaise in a backless silk dress, a glass of rosé in one hand and a remote in the other, casually flipping through fashion week highlights on a muted TV screen mounted across the room. Adriana shut the door behind her with a slam. “When you told me to meet you at this penthouse,” Adriana said, stalking forward with crossed arms, “I didn’t know you did something useful with the money you stole from Liam’s company.” Brie didn't flinch. Instead, she offered a soft smile and lifted her glass lazily. “You’re welcome to sit. Or judge. I enjoy both equally.” Adriana scoffed and remai

She didn’t dare breathe. Monica pressed herself deeper into the shadow of the tree, rough bark scraping her spine. Her hand clamped over her mouth so tightly her fingers were starting to cramp, but the trembling wouldn’t stop. Not in her limbs. Not in her chest. Her heartbeat was loud enough, she feared it might echo. The woods had fallen eerily silent, as if even the wind was holding its breath. Crunch. A footstep. Then another. He was closer. She heard him mutter under his breath. The way twigs snapped beneath his boots. The rustling of leaves as he parted branches. She slowly crouched lower, eyes darting around the forest floor. Dry leaves. Moss. A broken stick nearby, but too brittle to be useful. Her throat was dry, her legs coiled tight like a spring. “I know you’re out here, sweetheart,” the man called out suddenly, voice dark and amused. “Why don’t you come out before you step into something worse?” Monica flinched. He didn’t sound winded anymore. He soun

Max stared at the man standing across the room, arms folded. “Adopted brother?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the silence. Spencer’s jaw clenched as he nodded once, his eyes not meeting Max’s. He walked toward the table, grabbed his phone from where he had tossed it earlier, and tapped the screen with rough fingers. “I never knew you had an adopted anything,” Max said, moving slowly toward him. “Let alone a brother. And even if you did, what would he want with Monica?” Spencer’s thumb hovered above the phone for a second. He blinked hard. “That bastard would never want to see me happy,” he muttered. “I thought someone had finally given him the death he deserves.” Max frowned. “How do you know it’s him?” Spencer let out a breath, slow and shaky. “Because this is exactly what he would do. He’d wait until I gave a damn about someone, then tear it apart.” Max stepped closer. “I still don’t get it. You said he’s your adopted brother. What does that even mean?” Spe