All Chapters of In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lights and CourageDamian's POVThe morning air at the estate was thick with a kind of silence that carried both nerves and expectation. The breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying the smell of salt and damp earth after the rain. I woke up before Eliot and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, staring at the floor. Today wasn’t just another day, it was the day strangers would walk into our lives with cameras, wires, and notebooks, ready to tear down every wall I had spent years building.The weight of it pressed heavy against my chest. It was one thing to fight with someone behind closed doors, but it was a whole other thing to tell everyone about it, knowing that everyone would judge. I took a quick look at Eliot. He was still asleep, and his face was turned toward the light of the morning. Even though his face looked calm and soft, I knew that he was carrying storms inside. Today those storms would finally break into words.When he stirred awake, blinking g

The LetterDamian's POV The silence in the estate the following morning felt like a heavy blanket pressing over everything. After Blake’s public attack, we all decided that we wouldn't answer, counter, or add fuel to his fire. He wanted to provoke us, to make us dance to his tune, but I refused. Eliot had been hurt enough by words; I would not let Blake dictate the rhythm of our lives again.Still, I couldn’t get rid of the tension in my chest. Every corridor of the estate seemed to echo with questions. Staff went about their work quietly, their movements careful, as though they too felt the undercurrent of something brewing. The gardeners trimmed the rose hedges, the butler carried files into my office, and the cooks busied themselves in the kitchen, but I noticed their glances, the way conversations dropped whenever I passed. They had seen the news too. They knew Blake had declared war.Eliot sat across from me in the library, curled into the armchair close to the tall window. He s

Justice At LastDamian's POV The moment was sharp as glass.Blake’s smirk still lingered, his confession heavy in the air, but then his gaze wavered. His eyes narrowed at Eliot’s chest, drawn to the faint red light blinking just under the fabric of his shirt. For a split of a second, the hall froze so as Eliot, my breath caught, and Leo’s sharp gaze was already moving from the corner.Then Blake’s face changed. His arrogance vanished, replaced by raw fury.He clenched his jaw so hard that the veins in his neck popped out. “You—” he hissed, his voice low and mean, and then he lunged.It happened so fast, too fast. Blake's hands shot out and hit Eliot hard against the table next to him. The sound of breaking glass cut through the music and made everyone in the gala turn their heads. Some guests screamed and gasped. Eliot’s groan cut through me like a knife, and before I could think straight, I was already moving.I ran across the room, pushing chairs out of the way, and grabbed Blake b

Lila’s DilemmaLila’s POVNaomi's words stuck to me like second skin and wouldn't let go. "I never stopped loving you." We left the café together, but her voice was still louder in my chest than the sound of the river outside the window. I should have felt relief, maybe joy, but I was swimming in a storm of feelings I couldn't put my finger on.We stopped at the corner where our paths split. The streetlight shone on her face in a pale glow, softening the edges of her sharp cheekbones. It almost hurt to look into her eyes because they were so full of hope.“Lila,” she whispered, her voice careful, “I know I don’t deserve this. I left when you needed me most. But I'd like a second chance if you don't mind. I'm not going to run this time to show you that I've changed..”My throat got tight. I wanted to believe her. Like before, I wanted to fall into her arms, close my eyes, and act like the years hadn't hurt us. But another part of me remembered crying alone at night, the pain of being

The Wedding PlansDamian’s POVThe kiss from Eliot the day before still lingered on my lips. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was an answer wrapped in silence, heavy with meaning, yet unfinished. I hadn’t pushed him to answer, because sometimes words didn’t come as quickly as the heart wanted. But as I woke in the morning light of the estate, the memory of his hands clutching my shirt and his mouth pressed hard against mine gave me a certainty: he felt the same way I did. Even though he hadn't said it yet with his words.The day had just started to settle into a rhythm when I heard the familiar hum of a car pulling up the gravel drive. From the balcony outside my study, I saw Lila step out first, her smile faint but warmer than I had seen in a long time. Leo followed behind her, his stride easy, his jacket tossed over his shoulder as though the weight of the past few weeks had finally begun to loosen.I went down to greet them. The staff had already gathered at the entrance, their voices b