All Chapters of One Heart, Which Brother?: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The Delwunco estate had grown quieter since Daphne’s wedding, but beneath the silence lay a tension so sharp it could slice through air. The calmness was deceptive like the ocean before a storm. Ruben knew it, Ken knew it, and most of all, Lia felt it pressing against her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake.For weeks, she had tried to rebuild some semblance of normalcy with Ruben. They weren’t back together, not yet not officially but the kiss they had shared had cracked open something she had long sealed away. Ruben was more present now, showing up for Julian’s school runs, waiting outside her apartment with small gestures that melted the wall she fought to keep. He was careful, patient. But the shadows of his past still clung to him, dragging them both into the same dangerous orbit.And then there was Ken. His absence from Daphne’s wedding had hurt their sister deeply. Lia had caught Daphne crying alone the night after, torn between her vows to her new husband and the sting of b

The night stretched long in the Delwunco estate, the kind of silence that pressed on the skin until even the softest breath seemed too loud. Ruben sat in his study, the golden glow of a single lamp casting sharp shadows over his face. He hadn’t been here in five years hadn’t dared pick up the phone, hadn’t touched those names that once haunted every waking second of his life. But tonight, for Lia… for Julian… he was back at the edge of a world he thought he’d buried.The glass of bourbon in his hand remained untouched. His gaze was pinned to the black book spread open on the desk. Not just a ledger, not just contacts this was blood ink, each name a reminder of debts paid in blood, lives bargained for power.He picked up his phone, exhaled, and dialed.The line clicked, then a familiar growl carried through.“Ruben Delwunco.” The voice was low, cautious, but not unfriendly. “I thought you were dead.”Ruben’s jaw tightened. “Maybe I should have been. But I’m calling in old favors.”A pa

The estate shook with the sound of violence. Marble cracked, glass shattered, and the air was heavy with rage. Ruben and Ken were at it again brothers turned enemies, each strike fueled by years of betrayal, unspoken hatred, and poisoned pride. The household staff had long since stopped trying to separate them. The guards kept their distance, waiting for orders that never came. It was a battle only the Delwunco brothers could end, and this time, neither seemed willing to yield. “YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” Ken bellowed, his blade slashing through the air. Sparks flew as it collided with Ruben’s dagger. “I took NOTHING!” Ruben roared back, sweat and blood dripping down his face. “It’s your own greed that destroys everything you touch!” The fight raged through the grand hall like a storm. Portraits of their ancestors crashed to the floor, glass crunching underfoot. Every strike was louder, faster, more desperate as if both men wanted to end not just each other, but themselves. A

The night after Julian’s death stretched endlessly, a hollow void where time lost all meaning. The hospital walls hummed with fluorescent lights, footsteps echoing distantly down sterile corridors, but for Lia, the world had narrowed to a coffin-shaped silence.She sat still in the dim light of the room, Julian’s small body lying before her, untouched. Nurses had tried to come in twice, softly explaining procedures, promising dignity but one look from her, sharp enough to cut bone, had driven them away.Her boy would not be moved until she allowed it.Ruben leaned against the wall opposite her, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His shoulders were hunched, his jaw tight, but it wasn’t enough to contain the grief that rolled off him in waves. He watched her with haunted eyes, waiting for her to crumble, waiting for her to scream, to curse, to cry something. Anything.But Lia didn’t break.And that silence was killing him.“Lia,” he tried again, his voice rough from hours of unshed t

The house was silent.Not the gentle kind of silence that comes with peace, but the kind that pressed against walls, seeped into the cracks of floorboards, and made the air hard to breathe.The mourners had gone. The condolences, the prayers, the murmured words of comfort all had faded with the closing of the front door. What lingered was only the raw absence of a child. Julian’s laughter, once the brightest sound in these halls, was gone.And in that silence sat Lia.She was in Julian’s room, where his toys still lay scattered on the rug. His little shoes were lined neatly by the bed, as if waiting for feet that would never fill them again. She hadn’t moved anything. Couldn’t. Her fingers traced the wooden edge of his toy horse, the one he’d begged for on his last birthday. She didn’t cry. She hadn’t since the night the machines went quiet in the hospital.Her face was pale, her eyes distant. If Daphne hadn’t known her better, she might have thought Lia had turned to stone. But she k