Seducing My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

“Wait a minute,” I muttered quietly to myself, the words barely audible, as a sudden thought crossed my mind. The knot of anxiety tightening inside me twisted even more sharply. Of course Dave. I should call Dave. He might know something about Ethan’s whereabouts. But hesitation crept in immediately. I didn’t want to drag Dave into this mess. Our relationship was complicated enough already. He didn’t deserve to be tangled up in the mysteries and worries of my complicated relationship with Ethan. I wanted to protect him from the storm. The last thing I wanted was to bring him into this chaos. Yet, here I was, standing alone in the silence of my living room, Ethan unreachable, and panic threatening to consume me. The quiet around me seemed heavier than usual, pressing in like a weight on my chest. Shadows from the dim lighting stretched across the walls, making the space feel colder and emptier. The silence was de

ETHAN’S POV “I have to go, I have an important meeting,” I whispered, brushing my lips against Emily’s soft ones. I didn’t let myself linger, even though I wanted to. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked out, fishing my phone from my pocket as it vibrated. It was Teddy. I answered the call with my usual sharp tone. “Go straight to the point.” “Your father wants to see you.” I stopped walking. My jaw clenched. “Meet me there,” I said shortly, ending the call without another word. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, adjusting the collar of my polo, and watching the floor numbers descend. My mind was already racing ahead. If my father was calling me personally, it meant something was coming something serious. I exited the elevator and made my way through the lobby. A few guests gla

A few weeks later, the night of the EMVCA award show finally arrived. By 7 p.m., Mara and I were ready to leave. She was glowing with excitement, just like me. Mara had also been nominated for the “Rising Fashion Designer” award, just like I had. We were also nominated for other categories, which made the night even more special. The EMVCA award was not just any ordinary award show. It was a big event that brought together entrepreneurs, socialites, influencers, and people from different walks of life. The award recognized hard work, creativity, and success across many fields. Being invited to the event was already an honor, but being nominated? That was a dream come true for both of us. The black limousine pulled up right in front of the grand venue. The driver opened the door for us. I stepped out, and immediately the bright lights from the cameras flashed all around. I linked my arm with Mara’s, and together we walked al

He just played a video of me begging Derrick to have intimacy with me. The video didn’t end there, it showed even worse. It showed me and Derrick having sex at the washroom, our bodies entangled, clothes tossed carelessly across the floor. My voice echoed through the speakers, filled with desperation and lust as I begged him for more, told him not to stop, told him to go harder. I moaned like someone starved for attention, like a woman who had no morals, no restraint. I gasped and stumbled backward, covering my mouth with both hands as tears spilled freely from my eyes. My breathing became uneven, and my body trembled. I wanted to scream, to deny it, but the video was there, undeniable, real, damning. “Ethan, I swear... I swear I don’t know how it happened. I didn’t do this,” I said in a choked whisper, my voice barely audible through the sobs. He just stood there, his face blank, devoid of

EMILY'S POV "Please spare me!" Seraphina cried, collapsing to her knees in complete terror. Her voice echoed through the hallway, her hands clasped tightly together in supplication. She was trembling, her eyes wide and glassy, darting around as if expecting a blow. I stared at her in utter confusion. What was happening here? Why would she beg me of all people to spare her life? What had gotten into her? My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer. I took a step forward, trying to piece together the chaos. Just then, one of the police officers standing nearby gave me a sharp look. His expression changed the moment his eyes dropped to my visible baby bump. Slowly, he reached into his folder, pulled out a photograph, and held it up beside my face. He studied it intently, then gave a curt nod. "She’s the one. That’s her. The woman that robbed Seraphina’s house," he said with co