All Chapters of His Brother's Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Selena's POV)I thought I had mastered the art of composure—hiding chaos beneath elegance. But the moment Luca walked in behind Damien, my world tilted.For a heartbeat, everything around me faded—the clicking of pens, the shuffling of papers, even the steady voice of Damien greeting the board. My pulse roared in my ears, deafening.He looked exactly the same and yet, entirely different. Tall and rugged in that maddeningly effortless way. His presence filled the room the moment he stepped in, and I saw how some of the women at the table subtly straightened in their seats. But I didn’t have the luxury of subtlety. My breath caught in my throat and my body was frozen in a silent gasp.He didn’t even glance at me at first, he just moved with the poise and confidence of a man who knew what he brought to the table—quite literally.But when our eyes finally met, I looked away first, fast enough that no one noticed. My fingers gripped the armrest of my chair beneath the table, my nails dug

(Selena's POV)I barely made it to my office without collapsing. My heels clicked too loudly on the marble floors, echoing every tremor in my chest. The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My legs felt like glass.I stared at my reflection in the glass cabinet across the room—my face looked pale beneath my makeup, my eyes were wild. I look like someone who has just seen a ghost.I blinked, trying to steady myself, and walked slowly to my desk. Claire popped her head in a second later, tablet in hand, chirpy as always.“You have a strategy call with Legal at one, then—”“Cancel everything,” I said, cutting her off. My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.Claire blinked. “All of it?”“Yes,” I snapped. “Everything. I need the rest of the day off.”She hesitated only a second before nodding. “Of course. I’ll handle it.”Once she left, I sat behind my desk, my hands trembling as I opened my drawer and pull

(Selena's POV)When Damien came home last night, I knew there was going to be a storm. He didn’t even sit down. He just tossed his keys on the marble console and marched into the living room where I sat curled up on the couch, pretending to read a book I hadn’t flipped in over ten minutes. I looked up the moment I heard the edge in his voice.“You walked out of the boardroom like you were a disgruntled intern,” he said, his tone flat but sharp, like the cold edge of a knife grazing skin before the real cut. “Do you know how unprofessional that looked? How insulting it was to me, and this company?”I swallowed hard. My mouth was dry, but I forced myself to respond without trembling.“I wasn’t feeling well,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”His eyes narrowed, not in concern but in calculation. “You’ve been acting strange recently, Selena. You’re the Managing Director of a billion-dollar enterprise. You don’t get to check out when you feel like it.”I lowered my gaze.“I’

(Luca's POV)The silence in my apartment was maddening. I muted the TV ten minutes ago, hoping to clear my thoughts but even the white noise had been better than the sound of my own heart pounding relentlessly in my chest. It's been two days since that elevator ride with Selena, and the echo of her voice—wounded and full of betrayal—still haunted me like a ghost refusing to be laid to rest.I haven’t been able to focus on anything since. My mind was stuck on her.She had looked at me with so much pain and loathing and I knew I deserved it. Still, I want her to just hear me out, give me a chance to explain. I got her phone number from a reliable source yesterday and right now, my fingers hovered above my phone screen, my thumb aching from holding it in place for too long. The message I typed stared back at me like a prayer I wasn’t sure I deserved to send.Selena, I know I hurt you. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I do want a chance to explain. You deserve the truth. If you’re willing,

(Selena's POV)I sat beside my mother in the waiting room, my hands wrapped tightly around a paper cup filled with lukewarm coffee I had no intention of drinking.My legs were stiff, my back ached from the hard plastic seat but I didn’t move. Every bone in my body was straining toward the double doors at the end of the hallway—the ones that led to the Emergency Room.We had gotten here in under twenty minutes, my mother shouting at her driver every time the car slowed down. I’ve never seen her that frantic before. The same woman who carries herself like royalty through every room she walked into, was completely unhinged. Her hands trembled the entire ride. She kept repeating, “He was fine this morning, he was fine. We even had breakfast together.”I wanted to panic with her. I wanted to scream, cry and collapse into her arms like I was still ten years old. But someone had to keep it together.So I did.I rubbed her back in soothing circles and whispered;“He’ll be okay.”“Let’s wait f