Semua Bab In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Shackled HeartsDamian’s POVThe door to the hall opened with a click that was too soft for the chaos it carried.And Eliot walked in.Even though the sound of the handcuffs wasn't very loud, it shook my chest like thunder.His clothes were simple. He wore the same dark sweater he always wore around the apartment when things were soft, quiet, and easy. But now, nothing about him looked like he belonged to that world anymore.His shoulders were stiff, not out of defiance, but because he was holding back.Every inch of him was tense, like the walls would fall in if he moved too fast.Maybe they already had.He didn't look for me in the room.He didn’t need to.His eyes were focused, cold, controlled. But I knew better.I could see the storm just under his skin.Each of his steps was filled with pain with fear disguised as composure.He took his seat beside his defense attorney. The cuffs were taken off for just long enough for him to calm down, and then they were put back on.Even that

The RejectionEliot’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not because I wasn't sleepy, but I couldn’t.The silence in the holding cell wasn’t peaceful; it was thick and pressed against my skin like the walls were closing in on me.My fingers itched from the cold. I rubbed them together slowly, trying to get rid of the sting in my knuckles. I hadn’t eaten anything either. I had lost my appetite.Because I knew she would come back.The envelope was sitting on the far side of the bench, unopened. Its white surface was dirty with dust, which could have been caused by hesitation. I hadn't opened it yet. I didn't have to. Because I already knew what was inside.I had already seen the contract once before. Vera’s terms were simple: her money in exchange for my silence. Her protection in exchange for my disappearance and leaving everything behind. Her leash in exchange for my freedom.But I also knew what signing it would mean.Damian would be alone again.And the words she left behind last night hadn’t

Twisted TiesDamian’s POVThere was less air in my lungs that morning, making me feel like I had been breathing smoke instead of oxygen.It wasn't just about yesterday's incidents at the courthouse or the fact that Eliot slept so little that night, curled up on the couch's edge as if he didn't want to take up any space. It was the silence. Too still and loaded. It felt like something would break when I stopped pretending like everything was fine.I sat on the arm of the couch, with a warm cup of coffee untouched in my hands. The sun lit up through the half-closed blinds, cutting soft lines of gold across Eliot’s pale face. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, his shoulders pulled tight under the hoodie he wore, my hoodie.He hadn't talked much since what happened in the courthouse.I hadn't either.But the silence between us didn't help now. It was deafening.I slowly let out a breath and put the mug down on the table. "Eliot." He slowly turned his head toward me, but his eyes w

When a Father Betrays His SonDamian's POV"So that’s what this is about?" I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension that had built up in the room like fog. "You wanted to change me into some version my father could like? You mean that's what this whole show was all about, right, Aaron?"I could tell Aaron was feeling guilty because he had a tight mouth and narrowed eyes as he stood across from me. Even though the windows were wide open, the room was very hot. Eliot stood off to the side and watched in silence, like a man getting ready for an explosion.Aaron defensively crossed his arms. "You think I was trying to trick you?" Towards your dad? Do you really think that's what this was all about?""Don’t act like you’re not guilty of what you did," I spat, stepping forward. My hands trembled at my sides, not out of fear but fury. "You knew how broken that relationship was, and you used it for your own good. You used me.”Something flashed behind his eyes for a moment. Shame or

The Secret ClauseDamian's POVI stood frozen in my father’s study, the air was thick with the smell of leather and old paper, and there was a kind of silence that doesn't settle; it waits. Each wall here stared at me, and every corner whispered secrets. My gaze still locked on the drawer labeled Inheritance Protocol with letters written in my dad's strict handwriting. It felt like a warning, a challenge, a line drawn in legal ink.My fingers hovered over the brass handle. A rush of heat spread across my face and my heart beat fast against my temples like a drum of fear and need. I tried to pull the drawer out again. Locked. My jaw tensed up. Of course it was. Maxwell Vale never made anything easy. He didn’t believe in access without permission. I presses my palm flat on the surface, and took a step back, sweeping the room with my eyes, looking for anything out of ordinary: anything that might indicate where the key was.The door creaked open behind me, and my spine stiffened.“Mr. Da