Semua Bab In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Damian’s ChoiceDamian’s POVEven though it was quiet inside, my mind wasn't. It was full of noise, memories, and possibilities I didn't want to face. I could still hear Vera's voice from the short call we had hours ago. "Step away from Eliot, and I’ll give you the company back.” After that, the line went dead, but what she said set everything inside me on fire.I sat on the couch's edge in the room. Long shadows were cast on the floor by the dim light from the doorway that came into the living room. Eliot leaned against the other cushion and quietly watched me. Lila stood by the window with her arms crossed and her teeth clenched. There was a long stretch of thick, unsure, and fragile silence between us.“She wants to meet,” I finally said, my voice low and rough. I hadn’t slept much. “Tomorrow. She said she’ll put everything on the table.” Eliot's lips were close together. "Are you going to go?"I turned to look at him. His eyes didn’t flinch and the question he asked wasn't

Ghost in the MachineDamian’s POVThe soft hum of the heart monitor was the only sound in the hospital room, but I felt like it was a bomb going off. Each beep carried a weight I couldn’t handle. Eliot was lying still, pale, and barely breathing by himself. The bruise on his cheek has gotten darker overnight, a cruel reminder of how close I had come to losing him.I sat next to his bed and wrapped my hand around his cold fingers. They used to be so full of life, but now they were still. Limp and lifeless. It had been almost 36 hours since I last closed my eyes, but I didn't care. I couldn't leave him.Not again.I reached over and touched his forehead gently. "Please… just wake up," I whispered, my voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I need you. I need you to fight. Don’t let them win.”The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to see who entered the room. I knew that soft moving of steps. It was Lila.“Any improvement?”Her voice was weak as she asked.I slowly shook

The Public ReckoningDamian’s POVThe morning sunlight pierced through the broken windows of the warehouse, slicing into the darkness like a sword. Leo sat at his desk, with his headphones still wrapped around his neck, and his eyes heavy with sleep. We had been watching the news all night, seeing how the world was changing after the chaos we caused.The room was filled with silence. Not the comforting one that comes after a storm, but the eerie, loaded hush of a city holding its breath.I stared at my phone screen as the latest trending headline flashed across social media:“Caught! Vale Heiress Fakes Pregnancy Scandal.”It hit like a sledgehammer. In seconds, the internet went crazy. Hashtags flew across every site. There were so many comments that I couldn't read them all. And just like that, the video of Blake mocking Eliot’s assault was pushed aside by something shinier, scandalous, and more salacious.Lila.The person who was by my side through hell and worse.And all it took w

The Power ShiftDamian’s POVI stood in the sterile, dimly lit corridor of the hospital, staring at my father’s room door which was closed now, a silent wall between us. I didn't have any intention of going back inside after placing the resignation letter on his beds. Now that I have submitted the letter, It didn't matter to me anymore if he read it or not. I had made my decision and I wasn't going back.My footsteps echoed as I walked toward the elevator. The weight of everything pressed on my shoulders: Eliot's motionless body in another part of the hospital, Vale’s future dangling on a thread, we barely stopped Vera now, nobody knew what may happen tomorrow. But in that weight, there was some else: Clarity.I was done living my life based on what other people wanted.The next day, Thorne asked to meet. He didn’t say much in the message, he just gave a time of meeting and place which was the top floor of the Vale headquarters. I knew he had seen the letter. Or my father had handed

Rebuild BeginsDamian’s POVThe hospital walls began to feel alive, as if they were beating with the weight of everything that had happened inside them. It had been a week since Eliot woke up, and I had spent every night with him. I did not want to miss any of it. I watched as the color returned to his face, the sharpness settled back into his eyes, the rhythm of his breathing grew stronger.But no matter how happy I was, there was a knot in my chest that wouldn't go away.“Mr. Vale,” the doctor said during morning rounds, adjusting his stethoscope as he looked from Eliot’s chart to us. “He’s stable now. We’re discharging him today—but he needs to be monitored closely for a few more weeks with enough rest. No stress.”Eliot gave a half-smile. “No stress? Have you met him?” He nodded toward me, teasing gently.I chuckled, even though part of me didn’t feel like laughing. “Hey, I’m officially unemployed now. I’m the definition of stress-free.”The doctor smiled, not understanding what