Semua Bab Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother.: Bab 41 - Bab 46

Selene's POVYou didn’t tell me you’d be working with Emiliano Vieri."Dominic’s voice cut through the cabin like a wire, cold and controlled.I leaned back, gripping the smoothie in my hand tighter. “That’s because I’m not.”His gaze didn’t waver. “He offered you a card, you took it, I watched it happen.”Rachel shifted beside me, clearly trying not to draw attention to herself. The silence between us thickened, stretching too long, and I finally looked him in the eye.“And I didn’t accept his offer.”Dominic’s jaw flexed once. He didn’t blink. “Good.”Then came the shift, the one I hated. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes like a sharp knife, pressing in.on me. “But we still need to talk about the deal. The marriage.”Rachel’s sharp inhale was loud in the cabin. “Wait—what?”I didn’t look at her. My eyes stayed on him. “My answer hasn’t changed, Dominic.”He paused. A slow blink from him, maybe wondering my firmness on my decision.“Still no,” I added. “Even if your father’s brea

Selene’s POV“Rachel I can't tell anything for now,” I said as we rounded the next block, “you don’t have to worry. Everything will be fine.”It felt like a lie, because it was. Nothing ever really stayed fine in my world. But sometimes, when your friend looks at you with fear swimming behind her eyes, you have to lie beautifully.She smiled faintly, nodding. “Okay. I trust you.”I didn’t trust myself.We stopped in front of a small bakery, its window fogged slightly from the warmth inside. It smelled like cinnamon buns and almond tarts and soft crusted loaves, and for a moment, it was easy to pretend we were just two normal girls. Just two women on a stroll, browsing for sweets, not caught in the orbit of cold-eyed men.Rachel pushed the door open, the bell above tinkling softly, and we stepped inside.Then my blood turned cold. There, standing by the display case like she belonged in my memory and not this reality, was Lina.Lina.My ex-best friend. My ex-husband’s mistress. His con

Selene's POV The knock barely registered before the door creaked open, slow and deliberate, like the world knew I didn’t need another surprise, but was offering me one anyway. And then there he was. Emiliano Vieri. He stood framed in the doorway like some living contradiction charming and out of place, yet somehow blending perfectly into the chaos that was my life lately. His dark hair was tousled, his gray coat casually thrown over a crisp shirt, collar slightly upturned from the breeze. But it was his eyes steel and unflinching that held me in place. My lips parted slightly. “What—! How... how did you know where I live?” He didn’t look guilty. If anything, he looked amused. “I didn’t,” he said with a low chuckle, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I live in the estate across the block. I was just on my way back from the grocer’s when I saw you and your friend walking in this direction. Didn’t know it was your place.” My brain scrambled for logic. Coincid