All Chapters of My Fiance's Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Liv’s POVMy fingers slid into the ends of his hair as I bit down on my lower lip, that familiar buzz blooming between my legs — the one that warned me I was losing the battle fast.“I thought you said we were alone,” I deadpanned, trying to sound serious.His eyes twinkled.“We are. But you never know.” He leaned in, lips brushing my jaw. “Anyone could walk in… and hear you moan my name.”He winked.“Now wouldn’t that be a thrill?”I shook my head quickly, though my lips betrayed me with a shaky bite.“No. That would be embarrassing.”“The look on your face says otherwise,” he murmured, his voice dropping, darkening. “Someone hearing my name fall from your sweet lips? Mm.” His eyes flashed with heat. “I won’t lie… that’s exciting as hell.”A shiver ran straight down my spine.“Damon…” I whispered, trying to cling to whatever restraint I had left. But his eyes — God, the way he looked at me — like he wanted to devour me whole… how was I supposed to resist that?“We really shouldn’t ri

My phone rang.Both of us froze.For a moment, I didn’t even want to check it. But the ringtone was my mother’s. And my mother never called unless she needed something—something dramatic.I slowly reached into my pocket and checked the screen.Mum, it said.My smile faded instantly.“Who is it?” Damon whispered, still breathless.“My mum.”He frowned. “You okay?”No. I wasn’t. I hadn’t talked to her in weeks. Maybe months. Our relationship was like walking barefoot on broken glass—painful, unpredictable, nothing good ever came from it.But I still answered.“Hello?”Her voice came out sharp, stressed. “I’m at your grandmother’s place, Liv.”My heart stumbled.“What?” I stood up straight, pulling away from Damon. “Why?”“Why didn’t you tell me about Zoey?” she snapped. “I’m standing right here looking at her. Your daughter. You didn’t think I deserved to know?”My throat tightened. My eyes widened. I suddenly felt cold.“Mum—how did you know about her? What are you even doing there?!”

LIVThe drive to my grandmother’s house felt longer than usual. My hands were tight around the steering wheel and my chest felt heavy, like something was climbing up my throat and refusing to go back down. I tried to breathe through it, but the moment I parked in front of Grandma’s brown gate, the uneasy feeling only grew worse.I could already hear voices inside. My mother’s voice. Sharp. Too familiar. Too unwanted.I stepped out of the car and told myself not to lose control. Not yet.But the second I opened the front door and saw her—my mother—standing in the living room with Zoey in her arms, every bit of calm I had left shattered.“Mummy!” Zoey squealed when she saw me.I didn’t even spare my mother’s face another second. I rushed toward her, scooping Zoey out of her arms so fast that my mother blinked in surprise.“What do you want?” I demanded, holding my daughter tight against my chest.My mother raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you greet your mother?”I smiled—cold, bitter, em

Damon's POV — Visiting My MotherI woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t exactly fear… but it wasn’t peace either. After everything that happened the last few days, I guessed it made sense. My head had been too full. Zoey. Olivia. Marcus. My mother. The threats I felt crawling in the shadows. It was all too much, but I held myself together because I didn’t have any other choice.Today, Olivia and I were taking Zoey to meet my mother properly. She already knew about her granddaughter, but she hadn’t really seen her. Not up close. Not long enough to hold her in her arms and feel that connection. And honestly, I needed something good. Something soft to distract me. My mother had been heartbroken when I told her everything. If anything could lift her spirit, it was Zoey.We drove together, and Zoey was in the back seat humming some cartoon song she had stuck in her head. Olivia kept stealing glances at me as she drove, her hand on my thigh sometimes, squeezing

Damon I didn’t know when it started.One moment, I was sitting on the couch in our New York apartment, trying to stretch out the dull ache that still lingered in my side… and the next, Liv walked into the room — her hair down, her skin glowing from the warm light behind her, wearing one of my shirts that fell off one shoulder like it was made to tempt me.God.I could never get used to the way she affected me.She didn’t say anything at first. She just walked toward me slowly, her eyes dragging over my body like she was studying me. I felt my pulse quicken instantly. The air between us changed — heavy, warm, familiar in a way that made something inside me tighten.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, even though I already knew.She stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could feel her warmth. Her fingers brushed my jaw, her thumb sliding over the faint stubble there.“You’ve been thinking too much again,” she said softly.I swallowed. “I’m fine.”“No,” she whisp