All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

EMILY'S POVThe next day The soft morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. It was gentle and warm, the kind of sunlight that made the skin feel kissed rather than burned. The glow crawled slowly across the bed until it reached my face, warming my cheeks delicately. I stirred beneath the soft, cotton sheets, pulling them a little tighter around me before slowly opening my eyes. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light. For the first time in what felt like forever, my body wasn’t tense. My mind wasn’t racing. There was a strange but welcome peace that settled over me, a stillness I hadn’t known in days. No arguments, no tension, no pain. Just quiet. Just the hum of life returning to normal. I yawned, stretching my arms upward with a small groan, my fingers brushing against the cool headboard. My body felt slightly sore, but in a good way

EMILY’S POV I slipped quietly into the storage room and gently closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing louder in the silence. I leaned my back against it and let out a deep breath, shutting my eyes. The cool, faint scent of old cardboard boxes, wood polish, and faint dust filled my nostrils, familiar and oddly comforting. I pressed my hand to my chest and tried to slow the rhythm of my heart. My emotions had been swirling wildly ever since I walked away from Ethan. I needed to ground myself again. Then I heard it. His voice. Calm. Distant. A little too casual. “Emily, I have to go. I’ll call you.” His words came from the living room, muffled slightly by the walls between us, but I heard them clearly. The next moment, I heard the sound of the door shutting. It wasn’t slammed. Just... closed. I waited

EMILY’S POV “Emily.” That voice again. As I lifted my gaze, I met a pair of familiar eyes I never thought I’d see again so soon. Daniel. He was standing a short distance away, staring directly at me, no, not just at me, but at the space between me and Ethan. His eyes were sharp, narrowed slightly in confusion, and perhaps curiosity. “Hi, Daniel,” I greeted, trying to sound casual, even though my heart gave a strange little thump in my chest. I quickly withdrew my hand from Ethan’s arm, not wanting to stir unnecessary drama, even though the warmth of his skin still lingered in my palm. Daniel walked closer, his steps slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving my face. “How are you doing?” he asked. Then, after a brief pause, his eyes darted toward Ethan. His expression changed. His voi

EMILY’S POVWait sorry, seven weddings?Seven full ceremonies just for Daniel and Camille?I couldn’t hide the disbelief stretching across my face. I blinked repeatedly, as though trying to refresh my mind, hoping I had misheard what Lady Ashton had said. But no, her voice was clear and composed. Seven weddings. For Daniel.Daniel, the man who couldn’t keep one relationship together. Daniel, the man who chased anything in a skirt, who cheated without remorse, who couldn’t commit to one woman without wandering eyes, that Daniel was now having not one, not two, but seven weddings?I struggled to keep my reaction subtle, but my thoughts were loud in my head. If Daniel the Cheat gets seven weddings, how many weddings will Ethan have? A dozen? A royal parade? A world tour?Trying to center myself, I leaned slightly forward and looked back at Lady Ashton. “So… I’ll be the one creating Camille’s dresses?” I asked, needing confirmationmaybe even hoping she would change her mind.She nodded, w

EMILY’S POVI glanced around in disarray, genuinely confused. My eyebrows drew together as I looked at Daniel. “Are you talking to me?” I asked, pointing at myself like I had misheard him. There was a mix of disbelief and suspicion in my voice because this whole thing didn’t make sense. Not coming from him.The Daniel I knew, at least, the Daniel I had been in a relationship with was anything but thoughtful. He was selfish, distant, and cold, especially after our breakup. He never cared how I was doing. He never asked if I was okay. Every time we bumped into each other at events or ran into each other by coincidence, he barely acknowledged me. And when he did, it was with a cold smirk or an eye-roll, as if I was nothing more than a failed mistake he had already written off.So now, hearing this tone of concern from him? It felt foreign.“Yes, Emily. I’m talking to you,” he said, calm and deliberate, his eyes holding mine in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable.I leaned back in m