All Chapters of My Fiance's Brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the sunlight creeping through the curtains—that could wait—but the warmth of Damon next to me. His arm was draped over my waist, holding me close, pulling me into the curve of his chest. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the heat of his body, the slow rhythm of him still half-asleep.I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the moment. The city outside our window hummed softly, traffic sounds faint in the distance, people moving in and out of their lives. But here, in our bedroom, the world felt paused. It felt like we were the only two people alive.I reached out carefully, running my fingers along the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble there, the warmth of his skin. He stirred slightly, shifting against me, nuzzling his face into my neck. A low groan escaped him, soft, half-awake, half-pleasure, and I smiled against his shoulder.“You’re awake,” I whispered.“Mmm… barely,” he muttered, voice rough and thick with sleep.

DAMON;The city lights outside our apartment glowed through the tall windows, spilling a soft golden hue across the living room. I leaned back against the couch, my arm draped over the backrest, and watched Liv move around the kitchen, humming softly as she put away the dishes from dinner. Zoey had gone to bed a few minutes ago, and the quiet of the apartment felt heavy, but in the best way. Heavy with warmth, with comfort, with a promise of what this life could be.I could feel her energy in the room, even when she didn’t notice me watching. The way she moved, the gentle sway of her hair, the soft hum in her voice—it made my chest tighten in that familiar, delicious way. I wanted her. Not just now, not just physically, but every part of her. Every laugh, every glance, every whispered word. She belonged to me, and I belonged to her.“Damon?” Her voice was soft, cautious, teasing almost. I felt her eyes on me.I shifted, letting my eyes meet hers. She paused, hand on the edge of the co

Damon I woke up to the storm rattling the windows. Rain pounded against the glass, and the wind made the lights flicker. My head was heavy, my body still weak from the gunshot. I tried to roll over, but the ache in my ribs reminded me I wasn’t fully healed.The room was dark, except for the dim glow of the streetlights outside. I squinted, trying to make sense of the shadows moving near the door. That’s when I saw her.Layla.She was standing there, holding Zoey in her arms. My stomach dropped. My blood ran cold. The color drained from my face.“Layla,” I croaked, my voice rough with sleep and fear. “How… how the fuck did you get in here?”She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stepped closer, keeping Zoey cradled against her chest. Her eyes were wild, sharp, burning with anger and something I didn’t recognize.“Don’t worry. Go back to sleep,” she said softly, almost mockingly, as if she were talking to someone else entirely.I froze. “What are you doing?” My voice shook, but I t

Liv;The storm outside raged harder. Rain hammered the windows, wind howled through the gaps in the building, and thunder rattled my chest with every growl. My heart was racing so fast I felt like I could hear it in my ears. Marcus was pressed against me, his hands all over my sides, his lips in my neck. The gun at my ribs reminded me that he wasn’t here to play.“Marcus… please…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t hurt me. Don’t… don’t hurt Zoey.”His lips brushed my ear. “Everything was taken away from me. Everything I worked for. And you… you live your life like I never existed.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. I knew I couldn’t panic, not now. If I did, Zoey, upstairs, would be in danger, and Damon… I couldn’t even think of what would happen if Marcus had his way.I had to act. I had to find a way out.I started moving subtly, shifting my weight, twisting slightly. Marcus didn’t notice immediately; he was leaning into me, inhaling my scent, lost in his own obses

Liv;The house was quiet, too quiet. Zoey was asleep in her room, the soft rise and fall of her chest the only thing keeping me anchored to the present. Damon sat across from me at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, staring at nothing in particular. The storm from the previous night had passed, leaving behind the smell of wet asphalt and rain-soaked leaves, but the tension in the air hadn’t left us.I sipped my tea slowly, trying to calm the storm inside me that matched the chaos we had survived. My hands still shook a little, though my voice was steadier than it had been last night. I looked at Damon, studying him. He was calm, but I knew that underneath his composed exterior, he was still simmering. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp, and I could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him as much as it pressed on me.“We can’t just… let this go,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “Marcus and Layla… they’re not done. They won’t be. Not after w