All Chapters of MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVThe next day, everything seemed... ordinary.I was at my desk at Throne Enterprises. Papers stacked to my left, phone to my ear, fingers moving almost mechanically across the keyboard. The hum of fluorescent lights and quiet chatter of the outer office filled the air.Then my phone buzzed again — a sharp, insistent vibration."Come to my office. Now."Lucian.No more words. He never wastes them when he's like this.I stood, straightened my shirt, and walked through the maze of desks toward his corner office.When I entered, I could already tell something was off.Lucian wasn't sitting behind his desk like usual — calm, polished, calculating.No.He was pacing.Back and forth, like a caged animal.His suit jacket was tossed carelessly over a chair, his tie loosened, hair a little disheveled — things I almost never saw on him.And the moment his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted.Relief.Like seeing me meant he could finally speak the words trapped in his ch

CAISEN VALENTINE'S POVI leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass while Liam's voice droned on.The warehouse fires were still burning in the papers and on everyone's lips — but Liam's words cut through the smoke."Even though you lit him up good," he said, fixing his cuff and flashing that smug little smile of his, "most of his places are already being pulled under control again. If we wait too long, Edward's going to be back on his feet before we can hit again. And once he's standing—""He's harder to bring down," Grayson finished for him, his voice cool, sharp, and laced with quiet contempt.The two of them sat across from each other like they were born enemies forced into the same room.Grayson Pittman — always so calm, he scared the air out of a room without raising his voice. He rested his hands on the table, rings glinting under the light, his gaze fixed on Liam like he was deciding which artery to cut first.And Liam Miller— the spoiled brat, my

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVHis lips crashed on mine before I could even think, before I could even breathe.Caisen kissed like he owned me already — rough, claiming, a little cruel. And I hated how my body responded, how my hands instinctively clutched at his shoulders instead of pushing him away.And then — without warning — he lifted me.Just like that.One arm under my thighs, the other gripping me tight, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Fucking Koala-style, clinging to him as he pressed me up against the wall.I felt the cold surface dig into my back as his mouth devoured mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip, his tongue demanding more.One of his hands slid down to my ass, kneading it hard, making me jolt and gasp into his mouth.He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his breath hot and mocking —"This," he growled, fingers digging in possessively. "This will be mine. Soon. You hear me?"I glared at him, but my breath came in shallow bursts."I'll ma

Grayson Pittman's POVThe air in Edward's office was thick with smoke and desperation. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk like some wounded king pretending not to bleed, a glass of whiskey clutched in his hand, his lips curled into a sneer.I walked in silently, my footsteps muffled by the expensive rug, and stopped in front of him.His eyes found me immediately — those cold, feral eyes, still trying to assess whether I was his savior or his executioner."Pittman," he began, his voice low but sharp. "You're a smart man. You've got ears everywhere. Tell me—" he leaned forward, the menace in his stare cutting through the haze of his own fury — "do you have any idea who lit up my warehouses?"I kept my expression calm. Poker face. Always.Inside, though?I almost smiled.Because it was me. Because I had stood in the ashes of his empire with the faint smell of gasoline still on my gloves and didn't feel a shred of guilt.But he didn't need to know that. Not yet."No idea," I replied

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVI stared at the pair of them — his arm still casually in that man's grasp — and the air in my chest turned to shards of glass.Because if I'm not allowed to touch him... If I can't have him... If he dares to give himself to someone else after everything he's done to me — after making me need him like this —Then maybe nobody should have him.The thought simmered and simmered, and the longer I stared, the more monstrous it became.My fingernails dug into the leather wheel, leaving little crescents behind.Jealousy tightened my throat. Rage burned behind my eyes.I hated that man.I hated him so much for standing where I wanted to stand.I hated him, too, for letting that man take my place.But most of all — I hated myself.Because even now — even as my mind turned over all the ways I could ruin this moment, all the ways I could make sure he never touched him again —I couldn't bring myself to look away.Even now, I couldn't stop watching him.Even now, my hands i