All Chapters of One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

When the workday ends, instead of heading out to the exit of the company grounds to flag a cab, I follow Bruce and head down to meet Christian. We head to a car waiting in an underground garage, and even the garage looks exotic, like a place where only high-profile cars will be kept.I think I recognize Christian's sleek black car, but the car that pulls up to me is different. The car ride is quiet but not tense. Christian's presence alone fills the silence between us with an odd sense of anticipation, and I wonder what I'm getting so excited about. I still haven't forgotten the things Levi told me, but a voice in my head is carrying on a continuous chant and it's only two words, "Fuck Levi."Christian's house is one I identify only when the car pulls into the gates, and then it appears before us, a regal yet sleek and modern-looking house that looks more like a small mansion than a house.Getting down from the car and onto the tiled pavement gives me the same feeling as stepping into

When we get to the venue of the fundraiser and walk the red carpet up to the entrance, my eyes are wide at everything I see.The ballroom glows like a dream.Crystal chandeliers drip golden light across a polished marble floor. The walls are lined with rich velvet drapes, and the air smells like roses and champagne. I feel warm at the sound of laughter as it rises over the gentle thrum of music coming from a live orchestra that's set up in a corner of the large gall.Servers are weaving through the crowd with trays of sparkling glasses held at the same level with their heads, just in reach of anyone who wants to take one.I would take one if I didn't find out something really quick when I came in here.I'm standing beside Christian, my arm linked with his.Christian is calm, collected, and commanding. Everyone that walks up to him looks Intimidated at first, but when he speaks to them its without the usual chill of his tone, or the familiar glint of icy coldness in his eyes.It's like

When Lyra steps back, something in my chest shivers and throbs.I resist the urge to shatter something in rage at the feelings coursing through me.Lyra looks beautiful. She looks more beautiful than I have ever seen her in my entire life, and it’s not because of the dress or the fact that my mother’s pendant now hangs around her neck. It’s because I feel something greater for her than I have ever felt for anyone in my life.Seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks makes me want to wipe them away and kill the person who brought them there in the first place.My eyes wander to Levi for a brief moment, and a blinding, violent anger rises up in me. It’s the kind that makes me want to give him an extra beating while he’s down there, then when he wakes up, I continue until my fist cracks something irreparable in him.Something that makes sure he never stands up again or has the guts to speak to Lyra in that way.I want to beat him so badly he becomes paralyzed.But when I see Lyra walking a

Tears drop from my eyes without any sign of stopping, and I wish they would stop.I wish I would stop crying because what the hell am I crying for? Am I crying for being so stupid all the time? Or am I crying because the rewards of my stupidity finally caught up with me?Why… why didn’t I just make peace with the fact that Christian and I are decades apart? The kind of gap between us isn’t something that can be overcome by sex and dinner.Why… why did I ever think a man like that could love me?The memory of Levi’s voice echoes in my mind, and this time the humiliation crawls up my neck like the hot breath of a smelly underground sewer. He called me poor in front of all those people. Levi humiliated me in a way I have never been humiliated in my life, and it’s all because of this foolish thing I have with Christian.I was so eager to show him I had the power now… but I never have. Dating Christian Storm might have seemed like power at one point, but now it just feels like a living haza

The knock at the door doesn’t stop.I’m standing frozen in the middle of the living room, and the sound hammers against my skull the louder the knocking becomes.Estel still sits curled on my couch, her face swollen from hours of crying. Her hair is a dark, messy halo around her shoulders, and she sniffles as her eyes dart between me and the door as though waiting for me to decide.I don’t want to decide.I know I haven’t told her about what happened to me today, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.My mind tingles with pain at the possibility that whoever is at the door could be someone from tonight, and Estel sees the hesitation because I can’t hide it.I hear some understanding in her tone as she suggests, “Maybe they’ll leave if you don’t answer.”Estel’s voice is hoarse, no stronger than a whisper. Yet even at that, I still desperately want to agree with what she’s just said.I should just ignore this lunatic knocking without stop at the door, but… but I know better.The sound