In Love With My Fiancée's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Uninvited Guest Damian’s POV I haven't been able to breathe right since Eliot left my dad's office. He didn't say much about what they talked about. Just that Maxwell didn't trust him or anyone else. I already knew that. But I was worried about how Eliot put it. Simple and flat. It felt like someone had scraped something raw inside him. I kept waiting for him to storm into my room, accuse me, and demand to know what was going on after I left him without a word. But he didn't. He just walked his way out of the estate with that same look in his eyes, like he was getting ready for the ground to give way at any moment. I hated it. Because I didn't know how to protect him safe for the first time. Tonight was another party at the estate. It was Maxwell's idea. A celebration for one of his oldest board members, who I didn't know very well. But my dad told me it was important that I should attend. He said it with the same calm edge he always used when giving threats that looked like

The Fire WithinDamian’s POVThe note sat on my desk like a live wire.I couldn't look away, even after reading it so many times I lost track. The words burned through my eyes.“If he stays, you fall.”The word was simple, clear, and deadly. The kind of word that you don't get by mistake. Definitely the blackmailer was closer to me than I thought.I looked down at the estate from the window of my penthouse. My clear, sharp reflection stared back at me from the glass. Behind me, the room was quiet. Too clean. Too quiet. My chest ached like something had broken inside. I hadn’t cried. Not yet. But the pressure was right under my ribs, making me want to scream.As I pushed off the desk, my hands were shaking a little. I stood up and paced the room, then stopped. And paced again. I could taste the fear at the back of my throat—like metal. Like shame.The envelope didn't have a name on it. There's no sign of who left it. But it doesn't matter. The damage was done already. The person t

The UltimatumDamian’s POVThe question struck me in place like a thunder lightning. I wasn't expecting that kind of question,and now I'm short of what to say.But before I could say a word, my father adjourned the meeting for another day, claiming he had something important to do. I don't know if he really had something to do or he just saved my ass.The boardroom cleared slowly, like a courtroom after a sentence no one wanted to carry out but everyone agreed on.Shoes made of leather tapped on marble floors and the chairs scrapped. Words like "We'll talk about this again" and "Quietly, if possible" kept coming back to me like a draft.But no one dared to say it loud or look into my eyes. Maxwell didn't stand up.He sat at the head of the table by himself looking through the file in front of him like I was just another page to quickly read. So I waited. Even though I didn't understand why. Maybe waiting while he does that had became my routine or I stood out of obedience. I don't k

The Desperate Search Damian’s POV I couldn't fall asleep that night. I sat on the edge of my bed, fully dressed, the light of the city made a pale streaks across the hardwood floor. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could was his back as he turned away. I could heard his voice blaming me in silence without saying a word. But I heard my voice louder. My mind kept going back to that one sentence: “There is nothing between me and him, it was all a lie.” It was like a cruel echo I couldn't turn off. I looked at my phone over and over, hoping the screen would come on. But it never happened. At 6:00 a.m., I couldn't took it any longer. I quickly took a shower and put on a coat, pants, and a hoodie that I hadn't worn in years. I tucked an old baseball cap into my pocket and put on a old sneakers. Damian Vale, son of Maxwell should not be seen by anyone. It was time for me to move like a shadow so I didn't took my car. I skipped the office but before I left, I stopped by Rachel’s d

A Whispered PromiseDamian’s POV It felt like his voice was coming from across the ocean. Soft. Broken. Barely audible, but it was his. "Damian..." I broke down immediately. Tears streaming out without warning. Sharp, hot, and relentless.I held on to the bed rail like I was going to drown, and the pressure made my knuckles turned white. Even though his name was still in the air and shaking between us, I couldn't stop the wave that hit me. My legs almost gave out. As I tried to catch my breath between tears, I pressed my face against the edge of the bed.It didn't matter to me how I looked. It didn't matter who saw. All I cared about was that he was living and could still remember my name.When I looked up, Eliot was blinking slowly, his eyes glassy and dull from the drugs, but they were open. He moved his lips again, and they were dry and cracked. He barely spoke above a whisper when he said, "You're...too loud."That simple word made me laugh, even as I cried harder.I s