บททั้งหมดของ Seducing My Ex-husband's Brother : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Monica wrapped her arms around herself as she stepped out of the car. The night air was sharp against her skin. Across the car, Adriana climbed down with a smug look, twirling her keys between her fingers."Why are you bringing us back to the company so late?" Monica asked, frowning. She had been at Spencer’s house when Adriana showed up, only to find Spencer gone. Adriana had smiled too sweetly, hinting she had something important to show Monica.Adriana smirked, already moving toward the entrance. "Instead of complaining, why don't you just follow me?"Monica stayed where she was, arms still crossed. Her gut twisted uneasily."The company’s locked. How do you even plan to get inside? And what do you want to show me?" Her voice was tight. She didn’t trust Adriana one bit. She was already regretting leaving Spencer’s place."The guards will let us in," Adriana said easily. She walked back, grabbed Monica's wrist, and tugged her toward the building.Monica hesitated but let herself be

Spencer stumbled toward the car, heart pounding so loudly he could barely hear anything else. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out, everything had been going so well.His fingers fumbled with the door handle, but before he could pull it open, Max rushed after him and slammed the door shut."What the hell is your problem, man?" Max barked. "Have you seen what you’re turning into because of this girl?""Leave me alone," Spencer snapped, his voice rough and low.He couldn’t stop the way his hands shook — not from weakness, but from fear.Not fear of what Adriana might do.Fear of what Monica might see.Fear of what she might finally realize about him.Max let out a long, frustrated breath. "Fine. You wanna go to your company? Then we’re going together. That way I can keep an eye on you, before you end up doing something stupid."Spencer didn’t argue.He slid into the passenger seat without a word, his mind racing faster than the car speeding into the night."Thanks," he muttered.

Lake dropped off at the hospital after his last gig. He wanted to see his mom before going back to the house. As he pushed open the door to her ward, his heart sank at the sight of her fragile figure on the bed. She still looked weak—too weak.Thanks to Max, the surgery was going to take place in two days.He took the seat by her bedside and gently took her hand.“Lake, my beautiful boy,” she murmured weakly, opening her eyes.“Mom.” Lake gave her a soft, heartbreakingly proud smile at the sound of her voice.“It’s really you... I’ve missed you,” she whispered, lifting her trembling hand to touch his head. He leaned forward so she could.“I’ve missed you too, Mom.”She scanned his face and frowned. “You look lean. Haven’t you been eating?”He shook his head. “I’m fine, Mom. The doctors are going to perform your surgery soon. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?”Her eyes fluttered shut for a second before she blinked them open again. “Where did you get the money? I know we were

Lake rushed into the elevator at the Mo’s Fashion Empire just before the doors slid shut. His breath came in short puffs from the quick dash, but it wasn’t just the sprint that made his pulse race.Max was already inside.Their eyes met for a brief second—sharp, loaded. Max's jaw tightened as he looked away and folded his arms across his chest. The cold shoulder was unmistakable.Lake swallowed and shifted awkwardly, glancing at the glowing floor numbers before finally gathering the nerve to speak.“Max…”No response.Lake clenched and unclenched his hands, fingers fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. The silence between them was deafening.“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “But... I really need you to come to breakfast tomorrow. With my mom.”Max didn’t move at first. Then, he let out a quiet scoff and shook his head slightly, still staring at the elevator doors."Max, please," Lake said, stepping closer as the elevator hummed sof

Monica twirled a pen between her fingers as she waited for Spencer to return from the bathroom. The soft sound of the faucet shutting off was followed by his footsteps and then—he reappeared, casually dressed in a new outfit and then put a big old jacket over it.Her eyes darted to his jaw, then quickly away. Why did he always have to look that good? It was becoming distracting. Dangerous as she was beginning to notice too “Are you okay?” Spencer asked, noticing her flushed expression as he took his seat.Monica nodded too quickly, brushing it off.A knock cut through the air before the door creaked open and Diane peeked in. “Sir, Liam McKenzie is here to see you. Should I send him away or…?”Spencer paused, then said calmly, “You can send him in after a few minutes.”Monica’s body stiffened at the name. She stood and walked to Spencer, who was already slipping into character, putting his usual cold mask as he turned his chair to face away from the door.“You can stay in that room,”