In Love With My Fiancée's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A Silent AgreementDamian’s POVEven though dinner was over, its weight lingered with us.Laughter subsided, the plate was cleared off, the wine glasses were half-full and forgotten. My heart beat hadn't slowed down, though. Not since Eliot touched my hand under the table. Since Lila caught him watching me with that look.Still, she didn't say anything.But the way she looked at me told me she noticed more than she let on. I was ready for the questions.I went back to my room after dinner, but I couldn't sit still. As I paced the floor with my hands in my pockets, I tried to calm the storm that was rising up in my chest. I could see her eyes, feel Eliot's hand, and feel the electric silence again.I told myself to get some rest, take a shower, and do something. But I stayed alerted like a hunter waiting for a sound in the dark. My senses were very sharp.Then I heard Lila's voice coming from downstairs. It was calm and curious. "Eliot," she called out in a low voice.I froze.Be

Falling ApartDamian’s POVI stared at the message on my phone until it got hard for me to see.“Did you think I wouldn’t follow? Your time is ticking.”I read it again, my hands shaking. My stomach was already turning even though I wasn't fully awake yet. The bed beside me was still warm where Eliot had been.But he was nowhere to be found. I stood up and rushed out of the room. I checked the hallway. Nothing. The lobby. Still nothing. His name was no longer on the guest log. His number wasn't going through. It went straight to voicemail.He just disappeared. Like leaving after a night with a hookup. No goodbye or text message. It was just me and the thought that someone was watching. Someone who wanted me to feel this way. I made my way back to the room. The room was eerie silent now. And here was my phone with the kind of message that made me gasp for air.“Did you think I wouldn’t follow? Your time is ticking.”Who was this person? What exactly does he want from me?The questio

Lila’s ConfessionDamian’s POVLike the aftershock of a storm, the image of the flash still lingered behind my eyes.It had only been hours since the hallway incident. Since Eliot's breath mixed with mine with his fingers curled up in my suit jacket like he didn't want to let go. Still, someone caught it: a single bright spot in the dark that caught a moment I wasn't ready to explain.I kept hearing the click and the silence that followed it. My heart was beating fast as Eliot pulled away, eyes wide.After he left, I was left standing in a place that didn't feel like mine anymore. Since then, I haven't spoken to Eliot or anyone.My shirt sleeves were wrinkled, and my tie was still only half-knotted as I stood in front of the tall windows of my bedroom. Outside, the city blinked slowly, as if it knew. Like it was waiting for the next move.But all I felt was the weight. Of everything.Then someone knocked.I didn't turn right away. The knock came again. Softer this time. Familiar and

Things get tense Damian’s POV The next day, I tried to keep myself busy.Meetings, emails, calls, more meetings—none of it helped. My body was there sitting in chairs, looking at charts, sipping warm coffee. But my thoughts kept going off in different directions. Back to Eliot. Back to the kiss in the hallway. Back to the latest message made my heart seize in my chest.“The next leak goes to the press.”I could hear that message screaming in my head all the time. I had no idea when it would happen. I didn't know the person behind it. I knew I was running out of time, and if that picture got out, it wouldn’t just expose me. It would destroy him, too.Lila had called to talk to me during breakfast that day. Her words were soft and careful, and her voice was quiet. But I knew she was also worried, not just about Naomi or our arrangement, but about me.. I didn't say much. I couldn't form words. The lie we’d agreed to live in felt heavier than ever.It kept us safe from the outside

The InterrogationEliot’s POVThe knock came right after dawn.Not too loud. Not rushed. It was just strong enough to break the silence. I hadn't slept much and that didn't surprise me.“Mr. Maxwell would like to see you," the quiet voice on the other side of the door said. I sat up in the dark, back against the cold sheets. “In his home.”No one care about me in this house. I'm used to that anyway.I took my time getting ready and looked at myself in the mirror as I buttoned my shirt.The man I saw in the mirror wasn't the same one who walked into that club one months ago.I didn't know who Damian was back then. All I saw was man leaned against the bar, his eyes dark and his mouth hard to read. It had been exciting between us—no names, no promises, just a night. Still, when I woke up, I could remember the way his fingers stayed like he didn't want to let go, the way his mouth was curved, and the way his laugh was rough.I had no plans in seeing him again. Especially with ione