บททั้งหมดของ One Night's Mistake With My Fiance's Brother: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Fuck!" "Fuck!!" "Fuck!!!" Damian shouted as he punched the steering of his Audi A5. Right now he needed to get his mind off things. He needed to drink off this feeling. Fuck Devon! Fuck him and his family drama! He wouldn't let nobody ruin his evening. But even at that, he still couldn't take his mind of Devon. And as he drove, his couldn't help but feel his wants for Devon increase. He was the most handsome man he'd ever met, that was why he couldn't take his eyes off him that day, when he first saw him at the bar. Devon had a well chiseled body, one he couldn't help but crave for. His breasts, his face, and oh! His abs... those well chiseled and enticing abs of his. Throughout his entire life, even with all the partying, drinking, clubbing and reckless living he had lived. He had never ever come across someone that was both good looking and massive as Devon was. Yes, massive! Devon was massive down beneath. He had the time of his life that wild night with Devon, and ev

"What did you just say!?" Mr. Lawson inquired. It felt like the words he just heard were whispers from some an imaginary person who seemed to be present in room. "Huh?" Damian muttered with a chuckle. "I am gay, father. Your only son and heir... is gay. How does that make you feel!?" Mr. Lawson's face was a picture of shock, his eyes wide with incredulity as if he'd just been punched in the gut. He looked like a man who'd been living in a dream world, and Damian's words had just shattered the illusion. The silence that followed was oppressive, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two men locked in a battle of wills. Damian's chuckle still lingered in the air, a mocking echo that seemed to taunt Mr. Lawson, daring him to respond. But for now, he just stood there, frozen in his own disbelief, his mind struggling to wrap around the revelation. The seconds ticked by, each one a small eternity, as the weight of Damian's words slowly began to sink in. Mr. Lawson just stood

As Damian stormed out of the house, his chest tight with a mixture of rage and disbelief, the weight of his father's rejection felt like a suffocating blanket. He climbed into his car, the cool leather seats offering no comfort, and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life as he sped away, the tires screeching against the wet asphalt. His mind was a blur, a storm of emotions that surged within him, each thought like a thunderclap that threatened to split him in two. "Ahhhhhh!!" He screamed, the sound raw and primal, echoing into the night like a howl of pure frustration. The world around him blurred as he drove recklessly, his foot heavy on the accelerator. He couldn't think straight, couldn't escape the growing sense of betrayal that clawed at his insides. His entire life, every relationship, every memory, everything he'd ever believed about himself — it was all a lie. He'd been a fool. A complete and utter fool for not seeing the signs sooner. All these years, he'd though

Devon grabbed a jacket as he walked out of the bedroom, his mind spinning with confusion and guilt. How could this have happened? Damian... Gone? It seemed impossible. He’d just seen him some hours ago, in that bar, in that wild, heated moment where everything had felt so urgent, so alive. They had fought, yes. Had Damian stormed out, yes. But even with all the animosity between them, Devon never thought it would come to this. That night had been a mistake, yes, but it had also been real—too real. And now, he would never get the chance to make things right. By the time the elevator reached the ground floor, Devon could hear Anabelle’s sobs through the phone again, and he knew that everything had changed. She was no longer the woman he was supposed to marry. She was just a sister who had lost everything—her brother, her family, her sense of self. And he, in some small way, had contributed to that loss. His rejection of Damian had sealed that fate, hadn't it? He didn’t kno

"Whatever attachments you had with Damian Lawson—forget them. He's gone. The past is over." The words hit Devon like a brick wall—sharp, cold, and final. His father's voice was steady, unmoved by the tragedy that had left the rest of the city reeling. Not that he expected anything else. Benjamin Hamilton had always spoken in absolutes, wielding control like a sword and expecting his son to follow orders like a foot soldier. Devon didn't answer right away. He couldn’t. His throat was tight, constricted by the weight of everything unsaid. There was too much lingering beneath the surface, an entire storm raging inside him that he couldn’t share—not with his father, not with anyone. He nodded once, mechanically, just to end the conversation. Benjamin had already turned away, sliding a folder across his polished desk. “Now, we have a shareholders meeting in two days. Your presence is expected. I suggest you start preparing—especially after the media storm around Hugh Lawson.” Devo