All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Naomi’s POVThe video stopped.Still frame. Alexander’s face.Smiling.I could feel my stomach aching.No, no, this can't be true.I replayed the clip again, heart pounding harder with every second. The angle was shaky, like it had been captured from a phone tucked in someone’s coat. But it was clear enough. My drunken laugh. My stumble. And Alexander—offering a drink, steadying me, leading me out.Not Raymond.Or was it?I pressed pause. Zoomed in. The man’s profile was so much like Raymond’s—same strong jaw, same confident stride. In the haze of heartbreak and alcohol, I could have confused them.Had I?No. I remembered the dragon tattoo.Except… Did I really?I shut the laptop, hands trembling.Everything I thought I knew was cracking. Miranda. Raymond. Me.If that night hadn’t been with Raymond… then everything was a lie.---I slipped out of the room and down the hallway. I needed air, but more than that—I needed answers.I saw Raymond in the gym, shirt buttoned up on his chest w

Naomi’s POVWe want Raymond.The words flashed back at me from the screen, it was sharp enough to cut air.I froze, My heart was beating so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Across the room, Raymond stood motionless, his jaw clenched, shoulders drawn tight like a bow.“This just got personal,” he said.“No,” I corrected, voice hoarse. “It’s been personal since the beginning.”He paced the room, hands buried deep in his hair. I could feel his mind spinning, planning, calculating.“We can’t go to the police,” I said. “If they know Miranda’s involved, she’s as good as bait.”“They already have Betty,” he muttered. “And if they’re asking for me…”“They know we’re married. This has to be about more than money now.”Raymond stopped pacing. “It’s leverage.”My brows pulled together. “Leverage for what?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he turned to the window and stared into the night like the answers were hiding in the shadows.One Hour LaterThe mansion was quiet, too quiet, if a needle

Naomi's POVThe beams of the headlights cut through the fog as I drove alone to Saint Gideon's Retreat.The name sounded peaceful on the GPS screen. Tranquil, but feels like a big danger is ahead.My fists clenched the wheel like it might vanish if I blinked. More and more, every mile that passed carried me further away from safety—and toward the sister that I hadn't asked for and the kid that I could not bear to lose, she was my life, my everything.Rachel was a parasitic type of personality. She lived on attention, praise, and affection. If it was in my possession, she wanted it. If I lost it, she wore my grief like badges of honor.But this, this kidnapping?This was different though.This was war, she had come too far with this, she has hurt the feelings of a mother this time.---The gates of the retreat were rusted and hung crooked, vines wrapped around the massive, ancient archway. Slowly, I exited the car, boots crunching on the gravel, eyes scanning every window, every line o

Naomi’s POVThe Montego Tower stood taller than I remembered—sharp, silver, soulless. A glass monument to power built on secrets and blood. My reflection in the polished marble floor made me look confident—heels clicking, shoulders square—but inside, my heart pounded. Every step toward the private elevator felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss, whispers followed me like perfume.She's back.She's alive.She's not supposed to be here.I pressed the access key, and the doors slid shut. Floor 49, The only sound I could hear was the soft whirr of machinery. Raymond stood beside me, His dark suit and calm expression strengthened me; I might have fallen without him because I don't know what I'd have done without him.The guards didn’t stop me, Not after the name “Naomi Darlington” flashed across my ID badge.That name, once used as a weapon against me was now my armor.Today, I wasn’t running.Today, I was taking back what was mine.……..Conference RoomThe boardroom smelled of ciga

Naomi’s POVTwo little girls.Same eyes, Same face, Same smile.The video kept replaying on my phone and each time it does it felt like my I'm being choked.Behind them, the man in the lab coat spoke like a god unveiling his creation.“You’re not the mother, Naomi. You’re the test.”I dropped the phone.Raymond caught it before it hit the floor. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, eyes fixed on the screen, replaying the image we both couldn’t process.“What does that mean?” I whispered.Raymond looked at me, slowly. “It means someone’s been lying to us from the very beginning.”One Hour Later – Montego Medical Research DivisionThe name on the file—Project Eve—had been buried so deeply in the foundation’s archives that it took Raymond’s emergency-level credentials to even access the floor. Beatrice had pulled a few strings. Montego’s research wing had been shut down quietly years ago… or so we were told.But the elevator still worked.The 13th floor buzzed to life.It was Cold an