All Chapters of MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CAELEN VALENTINE'S POVI stared at the figure in shock, my mind reeling.It was like looking into a mirror — but not quite.The face was identical to mine, yet the eyes… they were colder. Harder.“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.The figure smirked, a cruel twist of my own lips.“I’m your twin brother,” he said evenly. “Caisen Valentine. The one you never knew existed.”My breath caught.A twin brother?I had never heard of him. Never even suspected.Caisen stepped closer, his sharp eyes glinting with something dark.“We were separated at birth,” he said, his voice quiet but heavy. “But I’ve been watching you, Caelen. Waiting for the perfect moment to step out of the shadows.”I struggled against my bonds, but they bit deep into my wrists, unyielding.Lucian lay next to me, unconscious, his head slumped to one side. Helpless.“What do you want?” I spat at Caisen, anger flaring through my fear.His expression softened slightly, though the intensity in his gaze

CAISEN VALENTINE’S POVI’ve always felt like a ghost, invisible and insignificant.My earliest memories are of darkness and silence, of being alone in a vast, empty space. I didn’t know I had a twin brother, Caelen, until much later. By then, it was too late.My father took me away from the hospital — away from Caelen — and away from the world. He said it was to protect me, but I know now it was to protect himself.He couldn’t bear the guilt of losing Mother, of being responsible for her death.I grew up in secret, hidden from everyone. Father’s penthouse was my prison, the walls closing in tighter with each passing day. I had no friends, no sibling to play with, no mother to comfort me. Only Father — cold, distant, providing for my body but neglecting my soul.I always wondered why I was kept apart from Caelen. Was I not good enough? A shame to the family? Those questions haunted me, fueled my rage toward Father.But I adapted. I became clever. Ruthless. I devoured books, honed my sk

CAELEN VALENTINE’S POVThe next morning, Lucian and I sat down to a lavish breakfast spread in the sun-drenched dining room, trying to steal a rare moment of peace.Fresh fruit, buttery croissants, coffee so strong it could wake the dead — but neither of us really tasted a thing.We knew this calm was just another trick of Caisen’s.Speak of the devil — and he appeared.Caisen entered with that infuriatingly calm, wolfish smile that never reached his eyes, a gleam of mischief flickering in his gaze as he poured himself a cup of black coffee.“Ah, lovebirds,” he drawled, “enjoy your meal. But don’t get too comfortable. The final test is looming. But… for now, I have a small task for you.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed, already on guard.“What task, Caisen? Can’t you just leave us alone?”Caisen smirked faintly, his voice low but laced with mockery.“Oh, no. This one’s going to be… entertaining. You see, Lucian…”He leaned in, almost conspiratorial, and lowered his tone to a whisper.“…I’ve di

CAELEN VALENTINE’S POVThe low purr of the Range Rover’s engine was the only sound filling the cabin, aside from the faint hiss of tires eating up the dark, winding road.I was exhausted — not the kind of exhaustion that sleep fixes, but the kind that sits heavy in your chest, gnawing at you from the inside.My head rested against Lucian’s chest, his arm draped securely around me.His fingers threaded through my hair absently, as though soothing me was second nature to him — something he did without even thinking.I felt the occasional brush of his lips against the top of my head, quiet and possessive.The steady rhythm of his breathing and the scent of his cologne — clean, sharp, with a hint of something darker — anchored me.I closed my eyes, letting the hum of the engine and his heartbeat under my ear lull me into something between sleep and waking.Ilya was in the driver’s seat, silent as usual, his sharp grey eyes fixed on the road ahead through the rearview mirror.The faint glo

LUCIAN THORNE’S POVI led Caelen down the quiet, marble hall, my hand resting possessively at the small of his back. He was warm under my touch, and every step toward our room felt like shedding another layer of the day’s battles.When we reached the door — our door — I pushed it open with a sense of finality."Your room," I murmured against his ear, leaning in slightly, letting the faintest smirk touch my lips. "No—our room. Properly, this time."He turned to look at me, his silver eyes soft, tired, but still burning with that quiet defiance that always undid me."Our room," he echoed back, his lips twitching into the ghost of a smile.I leaned down, fingers brushing through his hair, and his hands came to rest on my chest, pulling me closer. The world outside faded away, and as his eyelids fluttered shut, I tilted his chin up — ready to kiss him, ready to claim him properly this time.But before our lips could meet —"Falling in love is easy. Staying in love… now that’s the hard par