Seducing My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

EMILY’S POVWhat did I just read?I stood frozen for a second, heart hammering, my thoughts spinning wildly.The message I saw on Ethan’s phone didn’t just confuse me, it shook me to my core.What is this message? Lord please help me so I don't act like one that's desperate, so I don't make the wrong decision. Hope it's not what I'm thinking right now.Those words were haunting.Goodness, what's going on?Is this person saying the truth?Or worse,was Ethan deceiving just like Daniel had said?With trembling fingers, I grabbed the phone from the floor, clutching it tightly like it held the answers to all the questions surging through my mind. Without wasting another second, I ran out of the room, my heart in my throat.I hurried down the stairs, barefoot and breathless, and the moment I entered the living room, I saw him.Ethan.He was standing beside the couch, tense, still, his body stiff like a statue. His hands were clenched into fists by his sides, and his eyes were glued to somet

EMILY’S POVAfter a full day of rest and organizing my materials, I finally began working on Lady Ashton’s dress. I had already sketched several design options based on our previous consultations, but I knew I needed to make something truly exquisite something that not only reflected her personality but also radiated elegance and grace.I poured myself into the process, working day and night. For several days, I lived and breathed that dress. Every stitch, every embellishment, every detail had to be flawless. I measured twice, sewed carefully, and adjusted with surgical precision.Lady Ashton had already come in for a few fittings, and this was the final version. I stood back and admired the completed piece, holding my breath for a moment.It was beautiful.Classic with a modern twist. Regal, yet wearable. The fabric shimmered slightly under the soft light, and the structure of the dress embraced every curve in a sophisticated way. It was perfect.I gently ironed it, taking my time so

The next day arrived, but I couldn’t call it “morning” in the real sense. Morning is supposed to come with newness, lightness, relief. Mine came with exhaustion.I had been lying on the sofa for hours, wide awake, my eyes open but dull, my body still but tense. I didn’t sleep. Not even for five minutes. Not even for a blink. My thoughts had kept me imprisoned through the entire night trapped in replayed conversations, imagined scenes, and questions that had no answers.Finally, I blinked just once and that simple act felt like it took effort. I shut my eyes for a second and opened them back again with a long yawn, stretching my arms lightly as I sat upright.The morning sun was already slipping through the curtains. I slowly got to my feet, every movement heavier than it should have been. I climbed the stairs and headed to my room, feeling the ache in my joints from sleeping or more accurately, lying on the sofa all night.I took a warm shower, hoping it would wash away the heavy weig

ETHAN'S POV“Young master Ethan, your mother wants to see you right now.”That was the message delivered to me just seconds after ending a stressful call with my supplier. The voice belonged to Martin, my mother’s right-hand man, and for her to send him personally to my office, it had to be serious.I stared at my phone for a moment, reading nothing and everything at once. I could feel the headache beginning to crawl up the side of my head. Whatever this was about, it wasn’t going to be good. I stood from my chair, grabbed my blazer from the backrest, and shrugged it on. I didn’t bother buttoning it.My office door opened as I stepped out, and as usual, a few employees walking by paused to greet me. I didn’t respond. My mind was too crowded. I made my way down the building quickly, ignoring the buzz of activity around the lobby.The moment I reached the parking lot, Justin, my long-time driver opened the back seat of the car. I slid inside without a word. He closed the door behind me

EMILY'S POVAt daybreak, the soft glow of sunlight filtered through Olivia's curtains, casting faint golden streaks across the room. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the warm brightness. My body felt sore, not from any physical strain but from the emotional weight I had been carrying for days.I stretched my arms slowly, feeling the tightness in my shoulders. A silent groan escaped my lips.Goodness... I’m tired.Not just tired. Drained. Hollowed out in a way that sleep didn’t seem to fix. My heart felt heavy, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I knew exactly why.I forced myself off the bed and walked sluggishly into the washroom. I turned on the tap and let the water run for a few seconds before splashing my face. The coldness jolted me into full awareness. I brushed my teeth slowly, then washed my face again, taking more time than usual, hoping the simple routine would refresh me inside as well as out.After freshening up, I reached for the dress I had worn the n