Seducing My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

EMILY'S POV I rushed up the stairs without thinking twice, skipping two steps at a time. My heart was already thudding hard in my chest. That scream wasn’t something I could ignore. It hadn’t sounded like a playful squeal, it was sharp, sudden, and filled with fear. When I got to my room, I froze for half a second as I saw Florida on the floor, sitting there with her tiny hands planted beside her to support her upper body. She had fallen. My heart nearly dropped. “Geez, Florida, are you fine?” I asked quickly as I moved toward her and crouched to her level. She looked up at me, her big eyes slightly watery, and she shook her head slowly.

EMILY’S POV The weekend arrived much faster than I expected. I had made up my mind to stop drowning myself in thoughts about Ethan. It was hard, but I was determined to move on. I was going to accept, truly and finally, that Ethan and I were simply not meant for each other. That was the truth I had to swallow whether it was bitter or not. Daniel had planned a surprise party for Camille, and I had promised myself I would attend no matter how awkward it might feel. I wanted to show up, make an appearance, and then quietly leave. That was the plan. I wore a soft cream gown that hugged my body without revealing too much. I styled my hair into a loose updo, clipped on a pair of small but classy earrings, and carried my Hermes bag. I slipped my phone and car keys into the bag, took a final glance at myself in the mirro

EMILY’S POV My eyes widened when our gazes collided.It was Denise. Standing just a few feet away. Her face was frozen in disbelief. Eyes wide. Lips slightly parted. Her body stiff like she was witnessing a crime. She had seen us. Kissing. God. My heart dropped to my stomach. Fuck. I took a shaky step backward, instinctively pushing Ethan far away from me like he was a disease I was trying to shake off. My hand rose to my lips, wiping them frantically like it would somehow erase what had jus

 EMILY’S POV   The car rolled slowly to a stop in front of a large duplex. It was unfamiliar to me. I had never seen this place before, not once during my time with Ethan. Everything about it looked new and private. The building was elegant and imposing, yet it felt secluded, like a hidden sanctuary tucked away from the world.   This was clearly not the same house where I had once stayed with him.   But then again, what did I expect from someone like Ethan Sinclair? A man whose bank account held more numbers than I could probably count on a calculator. Of course he would have properties I did not know existed.   Before I could gather my thoughts or ask any questions, he stepped out

Emily's POV The next morning, the shrill sound of a phone ringing pierced through the silence of the room. It was loud and persistent, dragging me out of my sleep. I groaned and turned towards the direction of the ringtone, my eyes still closed. My hand reached out blindly, feeling for the phone on the nightstand. When my fingers finally wrapped around it, something felt off. The texture was different, heavier and smoother than my own phone. My brows furrowed slightly as I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. It was not my phone. It was Ethan’s. The name flashing on the screen made my lips curl into a mocking smile.