Semua Bab In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Maxwell’s DemiseDamian’s POVThe courthouse doors shut behind me with a weight that echoed inside my chest. I was hoping for relief after Aaron was sentenced to six years in jail and more rehabilitation for fraud and illegally obtaining property. But instead, there was a hollow silence I couldn’t place. Even though the judge was being fair, it felt empty. Leo put his hand on my shoulder. “We did what we had to,” he said in a low voice. I clenched my jaw and nodded, trying to hide an ache I couldn't put my finger on.The drive back home felt oddly peaceful. The city was busy with evening life, oblivious to the chaos Edmund forces had tried to unleash. I should have felt light. Instead, every breath felt like it was a mistake. I sat beside Leo with emails open on my phone, responses I pretended to type but never sent. The world around us seemed ready to move forward. But still, I felt stuck, like I was in the air.Two days later, the ringing tone of my phone pulled me from that dead si

Standing ProudDamian’s POVIn the early morning, light cracked through the blinds and made long lines on the floor of the living room. My heart felt like it was on fire—like everything we had been through was beating under my ribs, ready to break. There was still fire behind my eyes from the kiss Eliot gave me yesterday: so soft, sudden, and rebellious. At that moment, I didn't feel like a son of legacy. I felt like a man who chose the truth.My phone buzzed on the table. I saw messages from friends, partners, and even strangers cheering us on coming up on the screen.. “You two are incredible,” it said. “Let love win.” I let the phone land on its back. I moved and leaned forward, clenching my shoulders. Eliot grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. He didn't say a word. But his hand held a promise.Lila then lightly knocked and slid in smiling a moment later. She had two tea mugs in her hand. She said in a soft voice, "You two look like you have a lot on your mind." I let her

The Last ExposureDamian's POVThe soft glow of the city skyline came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, splashing across the table where Eliot sat. Since he read the last letter from his mother, he hadn't moved. His eyes kept going back to the box of letters from his childhood that were now all over the polished surface. I leaned against the window frame and watched him take a few deep breaths to calm down. The silence between us felt heavier than any accusation."Damian..." His voice broke the silence like a mirror. I moved closer again and put a soft hand on his wrist. He was shaking as he held the letter loosely in his hands. “This is much for me to process.”He pointed to the papers on the table, which were contracts and metadata from the scholarship files. In clean black ink, each sheet spilled shame and truth. Eliot clenched his teeth. "This contract," he said slowly. “This is where she got my signature from.”His eyes were filled with tears. Pain,

Broken ChainDamian’s POVThis morning, the sky outside my apartment was pale and endless, with no weight. But inside me, I felt a heavy, red weight. I leaned against the window and looked at the way the light from dawn lit up the city.nEliot last words kept echoing in my skull: “He trusted her more than you.” The betrayal cut deeper still. I clenched the contract in my hand and wondered if forgiveness meant something different now.I grabbed my coat and keys. “I’m going to see her,” I declared, my voice breaking. Eliot paused in the kitchen and his eyes showed a hint of worry. Leo and Lila looked at me and then at each other. They didn't argue because they knew what it was like to be angry and sad at the same time. When I stepped out into traffic, the engine felt like it was ready to face anything.As I walked through the gray front of the jail gates that morning, thick clouds blocked out the sky. The air was cold and sharp, like sadness. I tightened my coat around me before the

The ProposalDamian’s POVThe morning came softly, like a secret being revealed at dawn. Yesterday still tasted of regret and guilt, but today felt clean, with light coming in through the windows and the city moving beyond the walls. I woke up on the cozy bed. The salty lull of the sea hung in the air. Eliot was still asleep next to me, his breathing slow and steady, and for a moment I breathed just to witness it. I felt the ring in the dark, heavy with meaning—and knew that its weight had grown beyond keeping love safe.We stayed at the beach house for weeks before returning. Sun and waves had healed something raw inside us. Fear, regret, isolation. When we got back to the penthouse, we quickly got back into SignalRoot's routine. But every time I looked at the silver ring on my finger, I felt a promise waiting to be fulfilled. It wasn’t a proposal yet, but it would be soon. That promise made me want to match his bravery with my own truth.Meetings, work, and new projects all went