All Chapters of Seducing My Ex-husband's Brother : Chapter 131 - Chapter 136

Lake stepped down from the last backdrop, sweat clinging lightly at the nape of his neck. The team behind the camera clapped softly—some polite, others more genuine. “That’s a wrap, Lake. Great work today.” “You really nailed that last set. The couch shots were fire.” Tania handed him a bottle of water with a nod. “Not bad for someone who claims he’s more comfortable behind a hoodie.” He chuckled, taking the water. “You weren’t so bad yourself. Give me a heads up next time you plan on stealing the show.” Tania smirked. “Please. I carried you.” “Rude.” But he was smiling. “Alright, everyone,” the creative director called. “Let’s clear up in ten. Models, thank you. We’ll be in touch before the next campaign.” Lake grabbed his bag from the corner, slinging it over one shoulder. He gave a few quick thank-you’s to the makeup artists and lighting crew, all of whom looked just as exhausted. He made his way to the exit, only to be stopped by the photographer. “Hey, Lake.” He turned.

The days that followed felt like a blur of warmth and shadows—of comfort interrupted by the aftershocks of what could’ve been a tragedy.After the police took Anthony and his accomplice away, Max barely let go of Lake. He wrapped his jacket tightly around him and guided him back to the car with a gentleness that made Lake want to cry all over again. No words were spoken for most of the ride—just silence and Max’s hand in his, thumb brushing over his knuckles in quiet reassurance.When they got home, Max helped him out of his shoes, helped him sit, brought him tea he didn’t drink, and tucked a blanket over his shoulders like he was made of glass. Lake didn’t protest. He didn’t have the strength to. He was still shaking, heart still skipping anytime he heard a car outside or footsteps near the door.But Max stayed. He stayed through the night, never leaving the couch where he’d curled up beside him. And when the sun rose and Lake finally fell into a light, uneasy sleep, Max slipped into

The music in the club pulsed like a heartbeat, deep and relentless. Lights flashed across their faces in soft strobes—red, blue, white—painting Spencer’s tired expression in fleeting colors. Max took another sip of his drink before speaking. “She didn’t even show up for the after-party.” Spencer didn’t respond. His fingers traced the rim of his untouched glass. “I really thought she would,” Max added. “I mean... the award, the show, all the buzz. It had her name written all over it. She deserved to stand there and own that moment.” “She was just gone,” Spencer said finally, his voice rough. “Like she never existed.” Max sighed and nudged the second drink toward him. “At least you know she’s alive now. You don’t have to keep carrying that guilt.” Spencer’s shoulders tensed. “That doesn’t make it better.” Max frowned. “It should.” “It doesn’t,” Spencer muttered. “Because I don’t know if she’s safe. I don’t know where she is. I don’t even know if she’s eating, sleeping, o