All Chapters of Torn between two brothers: One last wish : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22"Grandpa, is everything okay?" I asked, getting up from the chair to make sure everything was fine—and also to find out what those men wanted with me."Go inside, Camila. I'll handle this," Grandpa said authoritatively, his eyes still locked on the men in black."Please, Mr. Damian, we're sorry for the sudden appearance. We thought you were informed. Please, we're truly sorry," one of the men said, bowing. His face, which was stern a moment ago, now reflected clear fear. The tension in the air was palpable."Then what are you here for?" Grandpa asked, his expression unchanged—cold, firm, and almost... terrifying."Well, Mr. Adrian asked us to pick up Camila since her car broke down," one of them explained, while the other’s eyes briefly met mine.I glanced outside and saw a sleek black car parked at the curb. That’s when I remembered Adrian mentioning my broken-down car."Oh, they're right, Grandpa. My car did have a fault, and I haven’t had time to fix it yet. Adrian said

Chapter 24 “Camila… what—what are you doing?” Adrian asked, still confused, surprised by my sudden move. But I didn’t care. My heart pounded like a war drum. Every second that passed, my grip on his shirt tightened. I could feel his breath on mine, warm and deep, drawing me in like gravity. I didn’t break eye contact. Instead, I remembered. The things he said. The way he held me that day—how he promised to break my marriage with Roderick after Grandpa passed. The way he looked at me… the day at the mall… “Adrian,” I whispered, barely loud enough for anyone but him to hear. “Please… hold me.” I couldn’t fight my emotions anymore. Something inside me was crumbling. Hearing about his wedding felt like something precious was being stolen from me—and I didn’t even know what exactly. But I couldn’t let it go. His eyes softened, unreadable. Then, slowly, his hand moved down my back… settling on my waist… and just a bit lower. The other hand brushed my cheek gently, his

Chapter 26 “Here,” I said, placing the cups on the table. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear—but exhaustion. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was tired of fighting. Tired of screaming. I didn’t realize how draining anger could be until now. “Well done, beautiful,” Liam said with that infuriating smirk. His voice grated against my nerves. He enjoyed riling me up, and my face gave him all the satisfaction he needed. I hated him. “Now,” I said quietly, eyes sharp despite my drained voice. “Who are you—and what do you want?” The older man took a slow sip of tea, nodding. “This is good tea, young lady. Please… drink with us.” He offered me his cup. I wanted to throw it in his face. But they had a gun—and more importantly, I had Grandpa to think about. I couldn’t risk anything reckless. I took the cup, lifted it to my lips, and drank. It was sweet. I was thirsty. I nearly drank it all. “Here, here,” Liam chimed in, sliding his cup toward me dramatically. “Com

Chapter 28 "Roderick, will you kiss me?" I whispered, my voice trembling. My heart raced, my grip tightened around his hand, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. I braced myself for rejection. What I asked… felt too much, too forward, too vulnerable. I turned my gaze to the bedside, eyes fixed on the corner of the blanket. But then he spoke—his voice soft, yet firm. "Camila, if I do… promise me two things." He gently turned my face to his. Our eyes locked. "Promise you’ll never try to hurt yourself again. And promise you won’t return to work until we’re married. Deal?" I could barely breathe. His face was so close. I nodded slowly. “I… I promise.” He leaned in, and I felt his breath mixing with mine. Everything else faded. All that remained was his closeness, his warmth, and the silence between our heartbeats. Then, our lips touched. A jolt of emotion surged through me—shock, warmth, excitement. His lips moved gently, unhurried, careful. He pulled back slowly, watching my face, read

Chapter 30 The next morning, I woke up feeling lighter… but sadness quickly returned as I remembered last night’s conversation with Sisi. She didn’t hear me. I guess she had fallen asleep before my words could reach her.I turned to look at her sleeping peacefully beside me, still snoring softly. Sisi was never a morning person, and after yesterday's journey and hours of deep talk, I knew it’d be a long time before she opened her eyes.She looked beautiful and peaceful, like always. Just having her here made things feel a little easier.I stepped out of the room quietly and headed to the kitchen to prepare something for me, Sisi, and Grandpa. On the way, I noticed Grandpa sitting alone in the living room, deep in thought. His face was calm, but his eyes were distant.I walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder.“Grandpa…” I said softly, trying not to startle him.“Oh, Camila, my love.” He turned and smiled. “How are you feeling today?”“I’m okay, Grandpa,” I replied, though th