Semua Bab MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Bab 1 - Bab 10

CAELEN VALENTINE'S POVPresent…“Now you remember her.” Lucien Thorne’s voice slithered into the room, dark and composed.I nodded quickly, heart hammering in my chest.“Two months ago... the girl in black. I remember her.”“And what did you do to her?” He asked it with a silky cruelty that made my skin crawl.“We… we slept together. But it was totally consensual! I swear I didn’t force myself on her!” My voice cracked as the words stumbled out.Lucien didn’t react—not a twitch. He simply took another drag from his cigar, the ember glowing like an omen. A long pause. Then, through the haze of smoke, he said—“She’s pregnant. And the child is yours.”“WHAT?!” The word exploded out of me, louder than I meant.Pregnant? Me? Some girl?This couldn’t be real. No. No, no. I had to have used protection, right? My head spun. I couldn't remember—too drunk, too stupid.What kind of cursed karma was this? As if my life wasn't already dangling by threads.Before I could steady my though

CAELEN VALENTINE’S POVI was trapped in darkness, bound to a cold metal chair, chains biting into my skin. Shadows danced around me, faceless figures lurking in the black void. Unhinged eyes. Foul breath. Wandering hands. Touching me. Violating me.“Ss-stop it, pp-please…” “Please stop… I beg you…”My voice was raw from screaming, throat burning as I cried for mercy—tears streaming down my face, pooling at my chin.One face leaned in—so close—and I could smell the rot on his breath as he tried to kiss me.“AHHHH!” I jolted awake, falling hard from the bed with a thud. Just a dream. Again. But the pain was real. My muscles screamed as though reliving the nightmare.“Did the dragon win?” Lucian Throne’s voice cut through the haze. I looked up, his six-foot-five frame towering beside me."Very funny," I groaned. “Can’t you help me up instead of being a prick?”He folded his arms. “Say ‘please.’”This asshole. How the hell was he Aria’s brother? She was all sugar and concern,

LUCIAN THRONE'S POVI trudge into my study, my body heavy with fatigue. The weight of my responsibilities as a mafia boss bears down on me like a physical force. I've been poring over files and strategies all day, trying to stay one step ahead of my enemies. All I want now is to indulge in a rare moment of solitude.As I shut the door behind me, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension in my muscles begin to ease. I walk over to my desk, my eyes scanning the papers and books scattered across it. My mind is still racing with thoughts of business and power, but for a moment, I let my gaze wander to the one person who's been occupying my thoughts lately. Caelen.I sink into my chair, my eyes drifting shut as I allow myself a brief respite from the constant demands of my position. The silence of my study envelops me, a rare luxury in my chaotic world. And in this moment, I permit myself to wonder what Caelen is doing, whether he's thinking of me

CAELEN VALENTINE'S POVI didn't expect it.Not after everything I said to him.Not after the venom I spat like a viper trying to bite its way out of a corner.I called him disgusting. Twisted. An abomination. And still—Lucian Throne kissed me.Not just a kiss.It was a claim.A war declaration.A fire ignited where only ice had been before.At first, my entire being resisted—arms stiff against his chest, nails digging into muscle, desperate to shove him away. But Lucian’s hands didn’t flinch.They gripped tighter. Held firmer. Commanded.His lips were fierce, demanding—not soft or coaxing—but brutal, like he wanted to destroy me through the kiss.And maybe… maybe part of me wanted to be destroyed.Because something in me shattered.Something dark and buried deep beneath trauma and pride and fear.Something I spent years hiding behind girls, weed, and cruel jokes.Something that whispered truths I wasn't ready to hear.My resistance bled into compliance.My fists unfurled.My lips part

CAELEN VALENTINE’S POVThat night, I stayed with Aria.She clung to me like I was the last solid thing in her crumbling world, her quiet sobs pressing against my chest. I held her, our bodies curved into one another, not out of romance, not out of lust—just something raw and human. The desperate need to be held, to be understood.Her tears soaked my shirt, her breaths growing calmer as exhaustion claimed her. I ran my fingers through her hair, slow and careful, anchoring her—anchoring myself.Somewhere in that silence, I found peace. A fragile, fleeting kind, but peace nonetheless.I watched her sleep for what felt like hours. Her features softened, free from fear, free from Lucian’s suffocating shadow. In that moment, she didn’t look like someone carrying pain too vast for her frame. She looked like someone I could protect. Someone I would protect.I had made my choice. Tomorrow, I would leave this cursed house behind. I would take Aria and the child—our child—far away from Lucian T