All Chapters of His Brother's Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

(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

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

Chapter Twelve

(Selena's POV)I sat by the window, my knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the late afternoon sky. The clouds had a melancholy to them, like they were weighed down by something invisible and suffocating too.It's been a week since I thought I saw Luca’s face in a sea of strangers at the gala. It's been a week of constant physical and emotional ache.My stomach churned again, and I pressed my palm over it, shutting my eyes against the nausea that was becoming a near-daily companion. I couldn't eat more than a few bites of toast this morning, and even that felt like it had turned to lead in my gut.I think it's just the aftermath of stress. The pressure of appearances and how I'm forced to play the perfect wife to a man who hasn’t looked me in the eye since the night he told me never to expect affection.Speaking of Damien, I haven’t seen him in days. Probably four or five, I've lost track. He comes and goes like a shadow in the night—quiet footsteps, a closing door and faint co

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Chapter Thirteen

(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

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Chapter Fourteen

(Selena's POV)The walls of this room are too clean and polished. It feels like a palace and a prison all at once. I sat at the edge of my bed, arms wrapped around my stomach, though it’s still flat, I know what’s inside me.Five days ago, doctor Emery had smiled and told me the words that changed everything: “Selena, you're pregnant. About four weeks along.”For five days, I've been staring at the ceiling until the shadows blurred, waking up with panic fluttering in my chest, thinking; No, this can't be happening. And then, realization slowly sinking in that this is actually happening. That something—someone—is growing inside me, and that this isn’t a dream I can blink away.I’ve spent every hour since trying to convince myself there’s been a mistake. Maybe the test was wrong or maybe the doctor mixed up the results. But deep down, I know better.I haven’t seen my period in a month. I’ve been nauseous every morning, more exhausted than I’ve ever felt, and emotionally frayed like a th

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

Chapter Fifteen

(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

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Chapter Sixteen

(Selena's POV)The drive back to Damien's house was quiet, yet my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. Damien sat beside me, focused on the road with that usual look of indifference plastered across his face.I turned toward the window, letting my forehead rest against the cool glass as the lights of the city passed us in a blur. But my thoughts stayed rooted in that moment from earlier tonight—my mother’s eyes boring into mine at the entrance of the bathroom.“You’re pregnant, aren't you?” she had said softly, like she was afraid she might break me.Those words hit me harder than I expected, as if hearing them out loud confirmed everything I was still trying to deny.I begged her not to tell anyone. She touched my cheek gently and gave me that look only mothers give when they sense their child is about to fall apart. “You’ll have to tell him eventually,” she said.She thinks it's Damien's baby and who knows how long before she'll tell my father and then the news gets to Damien

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

Chapter Seventeen

(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

Last Updated : 2025-05-25

Chapter Eighteen

(Selena's POV)There’s something about the hum of the city that feels different today. Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline in my veins or the mild nausea I’ve been trying to keep under control since sunrise. I haven’t been to work since the wedding but today, I needed a distraction. Something to ground me.After tossing and turning all night, I called Sophia and we talked until nearly dawn. I told her I needed to do something that reminded me of who I was before all of this—before Damien, Luca, and this pregnancy. That something, for me, was work.So here I am, seated behind the wheel of my red SUV, dressed in a fitted navy blue pants suit and crisp white blouse, my hair pulled back in a low bun. I insisted on driving myself today. The bodyguards followed in a black car, close but not too close. For once, I wanted to feel like I was in control even if it was all for show.The towering glass headquarters of the Delacroix-Valenci empire came into view. I slowed down and took in the struct

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Chapter Nineteen

(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

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Chapter Twenty

(Selena's POV)The morning sun crept in through the curtains with gentleness. I blinked at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling back to the conversation with Sophia. “You need to get Damien to sleep with you.”Her words still echoed, refusing to be silenced no matter how many times I tried to shut them out. It wasn’t just absurd, it felt invasive, cruel even, to consider using my body as a shield against the truth. But what was I to do? I'm already five weeks pregnant.With a long breath, I pushed the duvet aside and forced myself out of bed. I dressed in silence, opting for a soft beige blouse tucked into a high-waisted black pencil skirt. I kept my makeup light, but I dabbed on lipstick a shade bolder than usual, like war paint for a day I already felt ill-prepared for. The red was an armor of sorts—something to remind me I still had power, even if only in appearance.Downstairs, the dining table was already set. I sat and picked at the scrambled eggs on my plate, the scent making my s

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