All Chapters of In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage. Born with a lot of money? To me It's more like a rock. When I was young, love was a business deal and emotions were things that could go wrong. There were rumors that my mother had a "nervous condition" when she disappeared when I was six years old. That was the last time I saw her. Since then, it's had been just me and my father and trust me, fear doesn't exist in his world. Before I turned 13, I was trained to run Vale International. Every aspect of my life was perfectly planned: elite schools, carefully selected friends. I can sort my friends by their last names. And even arranged dates. There's no room for mistakes or secrets….except for one: my true self, the one I hid behi

Nice to Meet You Damian's POV All of a sudden, the room felt too small. Too hot. Eliot stood next to my fiancée with the same smirk on his face that he had last night. He had a look of mischief on his lips that looked like it had always been there. "Nice to meet you," he said, putting out his hand. "I'm Eliot."My stomach turned. I clenched my hands together. I couldn't move.I tried to smile, but it hurt so badly that I thought my face would split open. My dad was watching me very closely with his eyes. It was the same for a hundred other people. I stretched out my hand and took his."Damian," I whispered. It seemed like gravel was in my voice.He got close, close enough that I could hear him. "We meet again, birthday boy."I wanted to punch him. Or give him a kiss. Or run very, very far away.Lila, my fiancée, was smiling big. She looked perfect—just like every photo the media had ever taken of her. She didn't seem to notice that Eliot and I were getting tense."You two

Deal with the DevilDamian's POVThe sun came in through my window, but I didn't feel its warmth. My head hurt from more than just the meeting with Eliot at the rooftop bar. It was the weight of everything pushing in. The engagement. The inheritance. My dad.I couldn't touch the breakfast on the table. I turned down the maid's offer of coffee and put on my jacket instead. Another day of acting. Another day of staying alive.I wasn't called into my dad's study. He summoned me like a king to his court. Our butler was the one who came to deliver the message. His voice was stiff, eyes lowered. I knew what was going to happen. Even so, as I walked down the long hallway with its cold marble floors and paintings, my stomach turned.My dad didn't look up when I walked in. His arms were behind his back as he stood by the window and stared out at the city scenery as if he owned it. "You look tired," he said flatly."I didn’t sleep much," I replied. "I see. That's unfortunate. We ne

Rooftop Aftermath Damian's POV That night, I didn't sleep. Not even for a second.As I lay there, I looked up at the ceiling and counted the tiny cracks in the plaster as if they were stars. It felt like the silk sheets were too tight. It seemed like the air weighed more than it should have. I kept looking for peace but couldn't find it.I saw Maria's face every time I closed my eyes. Not mad. Not disgusted. Just... shocked.It felt like the ground had moved under her, and she wasn't sure if she should run or stay.Eliot left quietly after she caught us. He didn't ask if I was okay. He just put on his coat, took out his phone, and walked out of the elevator as if he hadn't just broken all the rules we lived by. But before he left, he gave me a quick look.It was the kind of look that asks, Will you still choose me tomorrow?I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands clasped together and my elbows on my knees like I was praying. But I wasn't.But in that moment, I wished I bel

Dangerous RendezvousDamian’s POV The message stayed up on my screen for a long time after I read it."Meet me tomorrow at 10 PM. Level 3 of the parking garage. Come by yourself."Seven letters word. That was all it took to get me down.I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Fear weighed heavily on me and made it hard to breathe. I knew I couldn't ignore it.My mouth had gone dry. The skin on my hands was wet. I couldn't move on my bed. The bright white light of the text bubble made me feel like someone was holding a gun to my head. And maybe someone did.The silence of my room surrounded me like a grave. I had a hard time sleeping that night.I moved around and tried to breathe through the weight of fear that was pushing down on my chest. The cover was too heavy. The air was still. The sound of the floors creaking was like footsteps. Everything in the shadows looked like a danger.As I waited for another reply, I kept looking at my phone. A name. A clue. Something that w