Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

“Miss Bennett.”The hand that shakes me awake is awkwardly gentle, like it’s hesitant to touch, and when it does it makes sure not to linger.That’s strange since Estel usually shakes me awake like she’s trying to rattle my brains out. And Christian… well, Christian has never woken me up from bed, but I know if he did, he wouldn’t be touching me so sparingly.Christian’s touches are bold. Flirtatious.They’re what I crave in this moment, and my mind betrays me by letting a moan slip out as I think those thoughts. The next time my name is called, there’s an urgent note to it. “Miss Bennett, you have to wake up.”The first thing my muddled brain picks up is that neither Christian nor Estel would call me Miss Bennett…. which means whoever is speaking isn’t one of them. My eyes snap open immediately as fear shoots through me like a spear.My vision clears and I find two black-suited men standing in my room. This time, it doesn’t take much time to realize they’re Christian’s men, but if the

If there’s anything I expected to see this morning, it wasn’t Cassie sitting comfortably on a talk show and talking trash about me.“How long did you know the Storm interloper now identified as Lyra Benett?”Cassie makes a show of tossing her hair behind her back with the help of a perfectly manicured nail before resting against the couch as she answers, “Lyra and I have known ourselves all our lives.To her, we only crossed paths in college but everyone around us knows it’s more than that. No, Lyra and I have been connected all our lives. She’s just so oblivious to what’s going on around her that she failed to realize it.If you want to know how long we were friends though, Lyra and I had a friendly kind of relationship for the past four years.”Cassie has never been the kind to do well in an interview and even though I think she spills a lot of irrelevant things here, there’s still enough shock in me to keep my eyes glued onto the screen and ignore her errors.First of all, we haven

Estel is trying to force me to get some food into my stomach but I don’t have an appetite anymore.Sitting still is all I can do to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks, and even at that, I fail, because there’s nothing that can stop the ache in my heart.The fork clatters onto the plate as Estel drops it with an exhausted sigh and as she gets up, I can feel the anger rolling off her.I don’t want to be the reason she starts worrying again so I make my voice strong and obstinate even through the tears brimming in my eyes, “I’m fine, Estel.It’s nothing. This… this is nothing. I’m fine so don’t worry about me.”Estel scoffs harshly and I hear the burning fury in her voice as she replies, “You’re not fine, Lyra.You were crying when I met you on the sofa ten minutes ago and you’re still crying now. And to be honest, this is all bullshit! No news station would carry around such a disgusting story if you were someone influential.They’re only doing this because they know you’re powe

Christian is on the phone, but I’m on the phone with him and seeing as this is a video conference call, with people on the other end of the screen looking at me… at us, it’s easy to see why they all look uncomfortable right now.Even the ones that try to look as casual as they can seem uncomfortable, but Christian doesn’t look like he’s in a rush to let me sit even farther than an inch from him.I’m sitting on his laps right now, and since the man is large enough to be a small couch on his own, I’m not uncomfortable. If anything, I’d like to spend the rest of the day sitting like this, but there’s work to be done and if this is inconveniencing the rest of the people who have to do the work….I look up at Christian with one last look in my eyes, a silent plea for him to let me go so we can at least look more official on this call.Like Christian reads my mind he smirks, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as he speaks, “It seems Miss Bennett thinks you guys are uncomfortable seei

“Who’s in the kitchen?”Estel looks better now.It seems she took a nap while Christian and I were having our discussion, and did some self-care too. Now she looks like the Estel I know. Almost.The cold look in her eyes almost reminds me of Christian, but not quite. Christian only has that cold look on for others. It seems Estel now has it on default, and it makes my tone soften as I smile and ask, “Feeling better?”Estel nods stiffly but still looks at the kitchen as she asks, “Is that Christian Storm… in the kitchen?”It’s my time to nod and the smile on my face is so sweet it feels like it’d give me a toothache.Estel whistles and I chuckle as she takes her seat beside me. She’s with her laptop, and Estel with her laptop when she’s emotional, it’s never a good combo.I try not to sound accusing as I ask, “Do you have some emails to respond to? Apps to code? Websites to construct?”Estel smirks as she opens the laptop. “I’m going to hack into Ivan’s devices.”There’s a pause and si