บททั้งหมดของ Seducing My Ex-husband's Brother : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

It wasn’t long before the girls grew drowsy, tangled up together, and drifted off to sleep. Some were sprawled across each other’s laps, while others lay scattered on the mini beds, empty glasses left behind like confetti from a party. Monica stayed quiet for a while, then quietly slipped out of the room and onto the balcony. She let the cool air brush her skin, her thoughts circling back to the text message. How was Spencer going to react after seeing it? Would he think she was being too clingy? It was simply a dare—she could just say that. But deep down, some part of her wanted more from him. Something she couldn’t even bring herself to admit. “Are you okay?” A voice cut through the silence. Monica turned to find Lana stepping onto the balcony, tying the robe of her nightgown as she walked out. Monica stiffened slightly. Lana. Candy’s sister—and if the rumors were true, Angel’s best friend. Her own image of Lana wasn’t exactly favorable. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Monica replied, fo

Monica was still shaken even after she entered the taxi. Her body felt hollow, like her soul had been scooped out and discarded somewhere between the agency hallway and Angel’s betrayal. The revelation was mind-blowing. Everything—from the very beginning—had been a calculated lie. A manipulation. All of it, just to kick her out of the agency. Her dreams, her hard work, the years she sacrificed… tossed aside like trash.How could Angel be so cruel? All because she’d topped the agency? That was her sin? Her punishment for daring to shine?Her fingers trembled in her lap. She wanted to cry—desperately. But the tears refused to come, locked behind some invisible dam as if her body no longer had the strength to weep."Ma, we are here," the driver announced, his voice cutting through the fog in her head as the taxi slowed in front of the McKenzie family estate.“Okay,” she whispered, barely audible. She climbed out of the taxi, her steps unsteady, her breath shallow. Her mind replayed Angel

Monica hurried into the fitting room, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The board had decided she would open the show alongside Angel, and now, with her fitting scheduled, she had one more thing to conquer—her walk.A makeup artist helped her slip out of her clothes, ushering in a mannequin draped in the dress Spencer had designed for her. Monica's breath caught in her throat. She had been waiting for this moment, but seeing it in person—finally—it almost knocked the air out of her.The dress was breathtaking. Light, delicate, with butterflies fluttering like whispers along the edges, their wings brushing against the fabric. Gold silk lined every curve, catching the light and glowing like something ethereal. It was more than she had imagined. This... this is perfect.Her lips curled into a slight smile, a mix of wonder and something more—maybe disbelief. She reached out tentatively, her fingers grazing the silk. It felt impossibly soft, like butter, sliding under

Monica trailed behind Spencer into the house, her steps hesitant."Where's Aunt Suzy?" she asked the moment he swung the door open."She went to pick up her daughter from the airport," Spencer said, tossing his keys onto a side table without looking back.Monica blinked. "She has a daughter?"There was a flicker of surprise in her voice, like she couldn't imagine Aunt Suzy having a whole other life she didn’t know about.Spencer just nodded, already heading for the stairs. "Come on. Let’s go to my studio."She followed him up, the wooden steps creaking lightly under their weight. At the top, he veered off into what looked like his room. Monica hovered in the hallway, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she waited.Through the half-open door, she caught a glimpse of him pulling a loose T-shirt over his head and swapping his jeans for sweatpants with an easy, careless grace. Moments later, he stepped out, holding a folded sweatshirt and a pair of shorts."Are you

Spencer slammed the brakes in front of the hospital and jumped out before the car fully stopped. He didn’t lock the doors. He barely heard the screech as he sprinted through the glass entrance.The air inside was cold and sterile. Harsh fluorescent lights made everything look harsher. Spencer moved straight to the front desk, where a receptionist sat behind a computer."Please," he said, voice tight. "Where is Charles McKenzie?"The woman glanced up, startled by his disheveled appearance. She gave a small polite smile, fingers tapping the keyboard."VIP Ward, number three," she said after a moment.Spencer didn’t wait for more. He turned and bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time.At the top, he spotted Beatrice standing outside a glass door. Her back was rigid, one hand pressed against the window as she stared into the room beyond. His steps slowed. She was the one who had called him. He hadn’t seen her cry before, not even during fights with his father, but now her shoulde