Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Brother's Bride : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Damien's POV)The Delacroix-Valenci alliance is an empire built on strategy, not sentiment. The world loves a good fantasy. A well-dressed couple, all smiles and elegance, stepping out of luxury cars and into flashing lights. A marriage that binds two legacies. Business was booming.Since the merger, profits have soared. Our reach expanded across continents, devouring smaller competitors like a lion with a taste for blood. My days were booked with high-level negotiations and my nights... Well, they belonged to indulgence.The ink was still drying on the latest contract—an oil-tech collaboration in the Middle East that promised another billion in the next quarter. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie, reeling in the sharp and intoxicating taste of victory.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, already knowing who it wasTasha walked in like she owned the room. Tall, striking, and trouble in heels. Her black dress clung to her like a second skin, and her eyes had

(Luca's POV)The whiskey sat untouched before me, the amber liquid catching the light in sharp glints. I leaned back against the leather booth, one arm stretched along the backrest, eyes pinned to the entrance of the bar. We’d agreed to meet here—neutral ground. I don’t know if Damien still considered any place neutral where I was concerned, but we weren’t here to fight.I told myself this was about business.Lie.I wanted to see Damien not because I missed him, but because I wanted to know how he treats her.I am in love with her.That realization had come with a quiet violence. At first, I resisted it—labeled it as lust or obsession, but none of that explained why I saw her in my sleep or why my heart dropped when I remembered she now has my brother’s name.The door creaked open. Damien stepped in like he owned the world. I'm not surprised, my brother always has a way of walking into a room and sucking the air out of it. Same sleek suit, same detached expression. He scanned the room

(Selena's POV)The house still looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same. The walls were still painted that soft cream my mother swore made the rooms feel larger. The flowerbeds were still trimmed perfectly, as if the hydrangeas and roses had been waiting politely for my return. And the chandelier in the entryway still cast its golden glow over the polished marble floor.I couldn’t breathe properly. It became hard to breathe from the moment the car pulled into the driveway and Damien stepped out beside me like a polished ornament, his hand at the small of my back, firm and possessive. I hate the feel of his hand even through the fabric of my dress—like the pressure of a lie pressing down on me.The last time I walked through this door was the morning of my wedding.I remember standing at the top of the stairs, clutching my bouquet, my heart hammering so loudly it drowned out everything. I remember my mother’s proud smile, my father’s stiff approval, and the way I wanted to scream t

(Damien's POV)The moment Luca pitched the AI integration software to me, I thought he was playing a long game, maybe a revenge tactic masked as innovation. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was his plan. But after multiple sleepless nights reviewing his proposal, cross-referencing market trends, and running private evaluations through my tech analysts, I had to admit: the man wasn’t bluffing.Novatek’s software had teeth.It was revolutionary—clean code, scalable, adaptable for multinational operations, and if integrated correctly, would streamline everything from inventory to executive scheduling across our divisions. The Delacroix-Valenci empire would leap five years ahead of our competitors. That kind of edge is rare.So, I reached out and told him to bring his suit and smile and show the board what I already knew—Novatek was a shark in a sea of minnows, and we needed a shark if we wanted to stay on top.He has one shot, one meeting to sell this dream to the men and women who hold t

(Selena's POV)"You want me to do what?" I asked, my voice was low, sharp, and full of disbelief.Sophia didn’t flinch. She just sipped her sparkling water and gave me that look—the one that said I know this is crazy, but hear me out."Selena," she said softly, "you’re married to the man, no one would question it. You’re already four weeks in. If we don’t act soon, the timeline won’t make sense. And your mother already knows. If she even hints at it to your father or anyone else, what happens then?”I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the air feeling thick and hard to swallow. “I can’t even get Damien to look at me, Sophia. You’ve seen how he treats me. I’m like a piece of furniture in that mansion—something he steps around, not towards. He hasn’t touched me or made any attempt to touch me.”Sophia reached across the table and took my hand. Her eyes were filled with empathy but also urgency.“I know it’s messed up. Believe me, I wish there was another way but think about it—if yo