All Chapters of Torn Inbetween Millions : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Later that evening ————I was just about to serve Mr Blake's dinner when a low whistle came from behind me."Smells amazing, sweetheart," Alan drawled, leaning against the counter with that signature smirk he had been giving me since he came here."I have a name you know, Samantha," I said, keeping my tone professional.Alan's smirk deepened. "Too boring and formal. I think 'sweetheart' suits you much better.""You know, I was planning to make something for myself, but... this looks much better."I frowned, glancing at him. "You cook?"Alan grinned. "Oh, I do. Quite well, actually." He picked up a piece of toast from the tray and took a bite before I could stop him. "Mmm. But you? Looks like you've got magic hands, Samantha."I folded my arms. "Well you don't look like someone who cooks and If you can cook, why not just—""But why would I, when there is someone who does it so well, much better than I?" He flashed me a charming grin. "Besides, I think I'd much rather eat what you make

The next day(Early in the morning)———— Blake was at his desk, fingers moving swiftly across his laptop keyboard, the glow from the screen casting sharp shadows across his face. His office was silent except for the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of paper. He was focused—until the door swung open without a knock.Blake didn’t bother looking up, already bracing himself for whatever nonsense his brother was about to stir up. “Ever heard of knocking?”Alan strolled in without a care, acting like he owned the place. “Didn’t realize I needed permission to visit my own twin. You tend to forget this is my house too.”Blake let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Hard to remember when you never actually stay. I’m shocked you’ve lasted two days. What do you want?”Alan smirked, taking his time before settling into the chair across from Blake’s desk. "Relax. Maybe I just missed you."Blake shot him an unimpressed look. "You don’t miss people, you m

Alan stood behind me, his expression stable. Droplets of water clung to his skin—he had just come out of the shower, once again half-naked.Heat rushed to my face as I quickly turned away. "I-I'm sorry."My grip tightened around the tray. "I wasn't snooping," I added hastily, gesturing toward the food. "I brought your breakfast, but the door was already slightly open.""And you forgot to knock?" His voice was cool, edged.I stayed silent.He let out a low chuckle. "You don't have to turn around. Haven't you seen a half-naked man before?"Of course, I had—your brother—and you!!!"Face me."I swallowed, hesitating before slowly turning back around. My gaze stayed fixed on the tray as I extended it toward him."Your breakfast."His gaze flicked to the tray, uninterested. "Put it anywhere."I exhaled sharply, setting it down on the table. But as I turned back to him, the words left my mouth before I could stop them."I didn't know you were an artist."For a second, his face was b

Blake stepped into the living room, rolling his shoulders slightly, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. The day had been long, filled with meetings, calls, and numbers that blurred together—but all of that faded the moment he saw her.Isabel.She was curled up comfortably on the plush couch, a steaming cup of tea in her hands, looking every bit like she belonged. When she saw him, her entire face lit up, her green eyes sparkling with warmth."Blake!" She set her cup down and practically launched herself at him.He caught her easily, laughing under his breath as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist."You act like we haven't seen each other in years," he teased, ruffling her hair playfully.She pulled back just enough to pout at him. "It feels like years! You barely call, you barely text—do you even remember that you have a sister?"Blake smirked. "Vaguely."She gasped dramatically and smacked his arm. "Unbelievable!"He chuckled, shaking his head as they bo

———— The hallway was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of wall sconces. The silence should have been calming, but my heart was still pounding, my skin still warm from Blake’s touch.I needed air.I needed distance.But as I turned the corner, I nearly collided with someone.A firm hand caught my arm before I could stumble.I looked up—straight into Alan’s dark, mesmerizing gaze.For a moment, neither of us spoke.He was dressed in all black, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of warm skin. There was something slightly disheveled about him, like he’d just come back from somewhere. The faintest scent of whiskey and the night air clung to him.I swallowed. “Alan.”His fingers flexed around my arm before he slowly released me, his eyes never leaving mine. “You look… distracted.”My breath caught.It wasn’t a casual observation. It was precise. Cutting. Like he knew exactly what was running through my mind.I straightened, forcing my pulse to steady. “I was just—”