Semua Bab In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Poisoned TruthEliot’s POVThe room was too still and quiet. The kind of silence that isn’t peaceful, just loud. Heavy and mocking. I tried to catch my breath while sitting on the edge of the bed with my real phone in one hand and the burner phone in the other, trying to catch my breath even though nothing was chasing me. Not physically, at least.But my mind? It was tearing apart of every memory I had of Damian like a blaze in dry fields. Every hug, kiss, and promise said in a whisper. These things all felt... fake now.I had played the recording four times already. By the fifth, I stopped pretending I needed to listen again to confirm but it was him. His voice.His laugh.His betrayal. I really wanted to believe the voicemail was fake. That someone intentionally wanted to tear us apart for good by sending this manipulated recording. But it didn’t sound edited. It sounded… real. Too real.“He’s easier to fool than I thought.”"All it took was love words and some sex. And now he is

Damian’s DescentDamian’s POVI called Eliot again and again after our last conversation. Even though he told me not to call him again.But it all went to voicemail with the same cold tone, followed by silence. The kind of silence that made your chest ache, like someone was pressing down on your lungs and dare you to breathe. I sent a message. It got stuck on one gray tick.I looked at the screen for a long time, hoping that I would see him message or call. But nothing happened.The living room was too quiet. The kind of silence that felt heavy, as if the walls themselves had something to say but refused to speak. I stood there barefoot, the morning light coming through the tall windows, watching the city act like nothing had changed.But for me? Everything had. Eliot was gone. And I didn't know if he would ever come back.It had been days since I stepped out of the penthouse. Rachel had been texting me about paperwork and reminders, but I hadn't answered. Yesterday, I ordered food,

Traitor in the familyLila’s POVI never expected that I'd feel like a stranger in my own family's house.But that's exactly what I was now.As I walked through the main hallway, the chandelier's gold branches twinkled with fake warmth, making the room too bright. Before, the walls were filled with pictures of us as kids. Now, they had stiff paintings of our father when he was at the top of his political game and plaques that Blake had earned over the years for his business successes.Everything looked nice and clean. Very impressive.But it all felt... empty.It was like someone had sucked the soul out of this house and replaced it with silence and expensive perfume.I wasn't going to stay for long. I just came to dropm off the gala file that Dad had asked for—a final edit to the event brochure that somehow landed in my inbox.I could have sent it back by email.But a stupid part of me still hoped to catch a glimpse of Eliot. That's if he was back home. Or maybe I was holding on t

The AwakeningEliot’s POVThe soft tap on the hotel window from the rain made me feel like it knew how fragile my thoughts had become.In the last two days, I hadn't moved around much. My body barely existed on cheap instant coffee and silence. The curtains were only half open, but there was still enough light to tell me of the time, even though I didn't care. I couldn't deny what I saw: Damian with Aaron, the person who had broken me and now seemed to be moving into Damian's space like it was his own.I sat on the armchair across from the bed, my legs folded beneath me, arms tucked tight around my chest. The screen of my phone was dark and silent as it sat on the table. I hadn't turned it off; I had only turned off all the alerts that could drag me back to that moment.The moment I saw Damian lean in.The moment everything in cracked.When Lila visited me the other, I wasn't surprised that she knew where I was since she was the only one who still checked in and knew me better th

Trial by FireDamian’s POVI couldn't keep the tie in my hand straight.I had already done it three times, but each time the knot got tighter. Crooked. Off center. As if my body was resisting the idea of stepping into that glittering room–acting like nothing had happened or was going on in my life.The mirror didn't lie. I looked worn out. I had forgot to shave, so there was a light shadow on my jaw, and my eyes—God, my eyes—looked empty, like I hadn't slept in days. And if course I hadn't.I sat on the edge of the bed and threw the tie to the side. Let the so called gala wait. I needed five minutes to think. Five minutes to breathe..My phone buzzed from the nightstand, distrupting my solemn rest.I reached to it, only to see a message.“Don’t trust anyone. I’m coming back.”My eyes widened. I rubbed my palm on my face to see if I was imagining it. But it was truly him.Eliot.The message glowed like it had been made from light, searing and quiet and unmistakable.I sat up straig