Semua Bab In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Bab 141 - Bab 150

After the VowsDamian’s POVThe rainbow still lingered faintly above the sea by the time the reception began. Its colors stretched across the sky like a promise written just for us. Still, I couldn't help but look at it as the sun went down and cast a golden glow on the water. For some reason, it felt like my mother's last wish, and I wasn't ready to let it go yet. Eliot's hand never left mine, even when there were compliments, laughs, and glasses being clinked.The reception was set just off the beach, lanterns swaying above tables dressed in white linen. Even though the air smelled like salt and flowers, there was something warmer going on underneath: joy that didn't feel like it was stolen, but like it was earned. The guests drifted in small groups, sipping champagne, their laughter carrying into the evening air. For once, there was no boardroom, no threats, no shadows hanging over me. Just Eliot beside me, our friends, and the happy beat of celebration.Leo, of course, was the

The Hidden LegacyDamian’s POVThe letter still sat on the table between us as if it were alive, pulsing with a quiet power that neither of us fully understood. The only sound in the room was the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle. Each sound made the moment last longer than it should have. I could see Eliot’s reflection in the window, his face pale, his jaw tight, and his shoulders were pulled in as if to protect himself from whatever storm this one thin page had caused.He hadn’t said much since he read it. His lips moved once or twice, like the words were fighting to come out but couldn't find the courage. I stayed close, resisting the urge to push him. Eliot was a man who carried his feelings like fragile glass: he held them close and carefully, afraid that one wrong word would break them in his hands.Finally, he touched the edge of the letter again. His fingers trembled as if it burned him, yet he couldn’t stop reaching for it. Then his voice came, low and uneven.“She ment

Full CircleDamian’s POVThe envelope sat on my desk like it had been waiting for me all night. I kept opening it, reading the words over and over, but somehow each time I folded it back neatly and set it aside as if it wasn’t real. The words printed at the top “Global Human Rights Award Nominee” looked like they belonged to someone else and not me. The study had a faint smell of paper and cedar wood polish. The lamp cast a soft glow across the leather chair where I slouched forward with my elbows on my knees. The estate's grounds were bathed in moonlight from the tall windows outside. But inside, it was heavy, and my mind kept going around and around.For years, I had learned to survive by staying in the shadows. To be seen now, on a global stage, doesn't feel like an honor but more like a burden. Being known meant being judged, being seen, and carrying a heavy load that I wasn't sure I was strong enough to handle.The sound of footsteps broke the silence. Eliot appeared in the

Blake’s Shadow Damian’s POV It was so quiet when the morning began that it almost didn't seem real. The slow waves of sunlight came in through the sheer curtains and touched the polished floors and the edge of the bed, where Eliot was still sitting with his coffee. The soft sound of birds from the garden outside seeped in, their notes so light they made the silence inside seem even gentler. For a moment, it was almost easy to believe that life had settled, that danger had finally loosened its grip. Half-dressed, I leaned against the window frame and watched him curl up on the couch with his coffee. His hair was still a mess from sleep, and his eyes were dark but sparkling in that way they always did in the morning. There was something calming about the way his chest rose and fell, steady and unhurried. I said to myself, "Maybe today will be normal." But normal never seemed to last long with us. His phone rang, and the noise broke the silence like glass breaking on tile. Eliot fro

One Last SecretDamian’s POV I couldn't fall asleep the night before I went to see him. The letter sat on the nightstand like it was alive, whispering my name in the dark. Eliot's steady warmth pressed against me as I turned in bed, his arm around my waist. He was soundly asleep, his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose up and down in a rhythm that should have calmed me down. But I kept thinking about the few lines that Aaron had carefully written: "I don’t expect forgiveness. But I need you to know I’m trying to change.”By dawn, I had given up on sleeping. I got dressed in silence and walked through the house as if the walls could question my decision. My reflection in the hallway mirror stopped me for a moment, I could hardly recognize the man staring back. I had tired eyes, a stiff jaw, and a weight on my face. I pressed my palms on the cool surface and whispered, “Why am I still letting him do this to me?”But I knew the answer. Closure. The kind that never happens in lett