All Chapters of Twisted Desires: My Brother's Best friend: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AvaBefore I could even recover from the shock of Caspian's kiss, I noticed movement from the side of the stage.Two tall men in sharp black suits — the kind you only see in high-profile events or cheesy romance movies — walked toward me, each carrying an enormous bouquet of red and white roses.The crowd gasped and laughed, the announcer chuckling into the microphone."For the best new poet... and obviously, someone’s very dedicated husband," she said with a wink, and the audience burst into applause again.My jaw dropped as the men stopped right in front of me, bowed slightly, and handed me the flowers. Nestled between the petals was a little card.From Caspian. Always.I turned to look at him, tears blurring my vision again. He just shrugged in that Caspian way — smug, infuriating, beautiful — as if to say, Of course I’d do this. You’re mine.The ceremony wrapped up in a blur. I barely remembered walking backstage, holding the trophy in one hand, the massive bouquet in the other. M

CaspianI stumbled out of the station, my feet barely able to hold me up. Everything felt like it was spinning around me.Clara. Clara. Fucking Clara.The name rang over and over again in my head like a broken record. My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way across the parking lot, barely seeing anything. I found Flynn still sitting inside the car, the engine quietly running, waiting patiently for me.Just as I reached the door, my phone started to ring in my pocket.I pulled it out with a trembling hand and froze when I saw the caller ID.Clara.Talk about the devil.But wait, why the hell is she calling me?For a second, I almost let it ring out. Almost.But something inside me—something cold, sharp, furious—made me swipe the green button. I lifted the phone to my ear."Clara," I said, my voice coming out low, rough, and deep enough to make the ground beneath me seem to vibrate.There was a soft little laugh from the other end of the line, airy and sweet."I heard they cau

AvaI sat up in bed, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My eyes landed on the pregnancy test lying on the bedside table. I sighed deeply, my heart heavy with uncertainty.It had been two days since I last spoke to Caspian. Two days of unanswered calls, ignored messages, and sleepless nights. I even reached out to Marcel, hoping he might have seen him, but he hadn't. He mentioned calling Caspian two days ago, and since then, there had been no response.To make matters worse, Joy, our housekeeper, resigned two days ago as well. She didn't give a reason, just left. Everything felt like it was unraveling.I picked up the pregnancy test, turning it over in my hands. The result was clear, but my mind was clouded with doubt and fear. I needed to talk to Caspian, to tell him, to understand what was happening and hear what he has to say. The other part of me knew he would accept me, knowing fully well that the man loves me even if he never de

AvaI hadn’t slept all night.No matter how many times I closed my eyes or shifted positions, sleep just wouldn’t come. My mind wouldn’t stop racing—memories, thoughts, regrets, everything spiraling through my head like a storm I couldn’t quiet.So I just lay there, still as stone, eyes fixed on the ceiling, pretending to sleep in the darkness.Then I heard the soft creak of the door opening. Footsteps. Familiar. Careful. My mom.I didn’t move.She came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel her presence without opening my eyes. Her fingers brushed softly against my face, then ran through my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. I almost broke then."I'm really sorry I never knew about what you were facing," she whispered, her voice tender and aching.I wanted to respond. God, I wanted to say something. But I couldn’t. I stayed still, kept my breathing slow, pretending to be asleep. I wasn’t ready to speak. I wasn’t ready to cry in front of her.Eventually, she stood up a

AvaThat morning, I was seated at the dining table, eating my mother's homemade delicacies. The aroma of freshly baked bread and spiced stew filled the room, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of my thoughts. I was eating for two now, and my mother ensured I never missed a meal.The front door creaked open, and Marcel stepped in. He looked exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, his usual confident stride replaced with a weary shuffle."Where are you coming from?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.He didn't respond immediately, instead sinking into the chair opposite me with a heavy sigh."Where's Mom?" he inquired, avoiding my gaze."She went to the grocery store to get some things," I replied. "But Marcel, where have you been?"He hesitated, then muttered, "I was at Caspian's place."My fork paused mid-air. "What? Why would you go there?"He rubbed his temples, clearly battling a headache. "I was drunk... I didn't even know how I got there."He looked up, eyes