Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Ex's Brother : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

EMILY’S POV I woke to the soft hum of early morning light spilling through the large window of my workspace. The space smelled faintly of fabric, fresh paint, and the comforting blend of coffee that had cooled overnight. But what made me feel warm, safe and still was the sound of slow, even breathing beside me. I turned my head and realized I was still curled into Ethan’s side. His strong arm wrapped around me, holding me close. My fingers traced a path across his cheek, up to the soft curve of his jaw. Each gentle stroke stirred him awake; his dark eyelashes fluttered, then he opened his eyes. They were still clouded with sleep, but the moment he saw me, that familiar soft light returned. He smiled, a quiet echo of relief. “You’re awake,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips. The kiss was soft,half-lingering as if testing the fragile safety of the moment. “Yes

EMILY'S POV "Meet Daniel Sinclair, my client," I said calmly, gesturing slightly toward Daniel, who stood beside me with his usual air of unbothered elegance. Mara stared at him, wide-eyed, her mouth slightly parted as if the name had struck a chord. Daniel remained still, arms at his sides, expression unreadable. "I'm Mara, nice to meet you," Mara finally said, snapping out of her momentary daze. She reached out her right hand politely, offering him a handshake. I held my breath. Daniel glanced at me, a flicker of hesitation dancing in his eyes. He looked at Mara’s outstretched hand like it was a test or maybe a trap and then slowly, with mechanical deliberation, he reached out and shook it. Briefly. Lightly. Like he was touching something delicate or contaminated. My eyes widened, but I quickly masked the reaction behind a composed smile. Internally,

EMILY’S POV “Shouldn’t the question be the other way around?” Mara asked coolly, folding her arms over her chest, her tone like ice measured, cutting, and unapologetically sharp. “Like, what’s your so-called husband that’s not even your husband yet doing with Emily?” The silence in the room thickened. Camille’s expression twitched, just barely. Her lips parted like she had something clever to say, but nothing came out immediately. Her gaze dropped from Mara’s piercing eyes to the floor for a beat then lifted with a slow, venomous glare. She looked Mara up and down like she was trying to pick her apart, as though she could size up her confidence and dismantle it with one swipe of her designer-clad presence. But Mara didn’t flinch. Her posture was steady, her chin lifted, the kind of woman who had been through too much to cower under hee

“What are you saying, Olivia?” I asked again, this time more forcefully. I yanked the phone off speaker and pressed it hard against my ear, my fingers trembling slightly. Olivia’s voice was firm, but calm, as always. “Celeste was released two weeks ago.” I blinked, stunned. “What?” “No one knew,” Olivia continued. “Everyone was so focused on the Sinclair trial. The media, the justice system, the people, everyone. That was when they slid Celeste out.” My heart slammed against my ribcage. I stared blankly through the windshield as her words settled in my brain like a growing thunderstorm. I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. “Why didn’t I know? How did I miss something this huge?” “I’m curious about that too, Emily,” Olivia admitted

EMILY'S POV I blinked slowly, my eyes dry and sore, and for a long moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The ceiling tiles above me were plain white, dotted with soft ventilation grills and a humming fluorescent bulb. I could hear the faint rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor beside me. Something was attached to my arm. An IV drip. My eyes flickered again, and I turned my head ever so slightly, wincing at the ache that crept into my neck and shoulder. That was when I saw her. Olivia. She was sitting by my bedside, her head bowed slightly. Her face looked pale and swollen, her eyes red and puffy. Tears had dried on her cheeks, leaving faint salt streaks. She was wearing a simple black gown, a modest one, no jewelry, no makeup. My heart began to beat unevenly in my chest. Where am I? The thought echoed in my mind as I looked around