Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The Internet Went CrazyDamian’s POVThe living room was filled with a soft golden light from the sun that came in through the sheer linen curtains. A light breeze pushed gently at the open window, bringing the scent of lavender and dew into the space. As I stood barefoot in the kitchen with a cold coffee in my hand, I tried not to think about how the light was hitting Eliot's hair as he slept curled on the couch.It had been days since we got back. I remember the days we spent being careful not to talk, and there were too many "maybes" and half-spoken thoughts in the air between us. It wasn’t peace. It was survival dressed as stillness.And I hadn't told Eliot what I saw. Not yet.The flash. The sound of the lens clicking. The way the air had changed in the column when our lips touched each other. Sof and desperate. Right there, I felt that sharp breath of danger, like a whisper, crawling over my skin. But I didn't say anything. I had wanted to protect that moment and believe t

The Silence Between UsDamian’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the press conference room slammed shut behind me with a sound that shook me to my core. For a moment, I stood still in the narrow hallway and breathed heavily, as if I had just escaped something wild and fanged. My palms were still damp from where I had clenched them during the entire event. My spine aches from standing so straight, as if that would protect me from deception.But none of that mattered.Only one thing did.“Eliot,” I breathed.As I walked through the building’s winding halls, I past the high windows and portraits of my ancestors who probably would have liked seeing me embarrassed in public. My shoes hit the marble hard and fast. Every step was a prayer in silence.“Please don't leave me now. Don't leave me now.”But when I ran through the side exit, out into the soft drizzle of late afternoon, the courtyard was empty. No Eliot.I searched the building twice, checked the parking lot, even peeked through windo

The Ransom DemandDamian’s POV The photo sat on the table like a slap to the face.I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was fuzzy and low-resolution, like it was probably made from a cheap inkjet, and the colors were washed out and yellow at the edges. But, it hit me right in the chest like a hammer. Eliot.Tied to a chair in what looked like a warehouse that had been left empty. I couldn't tell if he was asleep, unconscious, or something worse because his head was bowed so low and his arms were tied together with thick, sharp zip ties. A single, dimly lit bulb swung above him, casting long shadows that spread out over the cracked concrete. It felt like hours had gone by since I moved last.The morning sun filtered through the windows of the penthouse, casting warm light across the floor that didn't look like it belonged here. The smell of brewed coffee filled the air, bitter and untouched. My mug sat cold in my hand, with a full cup sitting next to a paper towel where the toast

The Lie UnfoldsDamian’s POVAaron didn't just leave; he walked out of my penthouse with a strut like he had already won. When he walked out the door, his smug smile hung in the air like cigarette smoke, making it smell bad. I stood frozen next to the kitchen table, the taste of regret still sharp in my mouth. My hands were clenched tight at my sides, my nails biting into the skin of my palms.Hell, I didn't want Lila to see that.Lila hadn't said anything yet. She just stood still a few feet away from me, with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes burned holes through my skin. The silence between us was not empty. It pulsed. Accused. "Really?" She finally snapped, her voice low and bitter. "Did I just walk into that?"I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. In what way could I explain desperation? The kind that ate away at you from the inside and left you so raw that you could bleed at the slightest touch?As she took a step forward, her heels hit the floor very

The Rescue AttemptDamian’s POVThe silence in the room was deafening. Lila was long gone and we have both decided to let her stay out of the plan for now.I stood in the living room and stared at my phone's screen that just displayed another bombshell minutes ago. The words burned into the back of my eyes. Lies. Betrayal. Damage. The news was everything they wanted people to believe. And I was too exhausted to fight it anymore.Until Leo walked in. He looked like he had been holding bad news all morning, as his shoulders were tense and his face was blank.I looked up immediately. “Leo?”At first, he didn't say anything. He shut the door behind him, took off his heavy jacket, and threw it on the chair. He walked right up to me and pulled something out of his inside pocket. It was a piece of printer paper with a set of coordinates circled in red.“I found it,” he said. “I mean where the photo came from. The one where Eliot was held.”I stood still, staring at the paper. I could feel