All Chapters of My Fiance's Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damon POV I didn’t know when exactly I’d fallen asleep, or maybe it had been minutes that felt like hours. The storm outside had calmed a bit, leaving behind a soft patter of rain on the windows. The city hummed quietly in the background, but all I could feel was the warmth beside me—Liv’s body pressed against mine, soft and real, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed until this very moment.Her hair spilled across my chest, a gentle weight that anchored me. I could feel her breath, soft and even, and I felt my muscles relax in a way they hadn’t in months. Ever since the ambush, the chaos, the endless threats, my body had been tight, wound like a spring. And now… now I could just exhale. Just exist in the moment with her.I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I leaned down, pressing my lips to her temple, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”He

Olivia's pov; I woke to the warmth of Damon’s arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. For a moment, I didn’t move, just breathed him in—the scent of him, the steady warmth, the safety he gave me even after everything we’d been through.I blinked slowly, feeling the lingering traces of last night—the closeness, the intensity, the way we had let ourselves fall completely into each other. My fingers traced the line of his arm, feeling the soft muscles, the faint tremor from the lingering soreness he’d carried since the shooting. He stirred slightly, letting out a low, contented hum against my hair.“Morning,” I whispered, my lips brushing the side of his neck.“Morning,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Sleep well?”I nodded, snuggling closer, letting my face press into his chest. “I did… with you here, I always do.”He chuckled softly, a low, warm sound that made my heart skip. “You know, I could get used

Olivia's pov; I woke to the warmth of Damon’s arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. For a moment, I didn’t move, just breathed him in—the scent of him, the steady warmth, the safety he gave me even after everything we’d been through.I blinked slowly, feeling the lingering traces of last night—the closeness, the intensity, the way we had let ourselves fall completely into each other. My fingers traced the line of his arm, feeling the soft muscles, the faint tremor from the lingering soreness he’d carried since the shooting. He stirred slightly, letting out a low, contented hum against my hair.“Morning,” I whispered, my lips brushing the side of his neck.“Morning,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Sleep well?”I nodded, snuggling closer, letting my face press into his chest. “I did… with you here, I always do.”He chuckled softly, a low, warm sound that made my heart skip. “You know, I could get used

MARCUS,;I woke before dawn, the city still dark and quiet outside. The streets were empty, the faint hum of distant traffic the only sound. Perfect. I slipped out of the bed we had commandeered, careful not to disturb Kimberly, still asleep in the other room. Layla had already gone over the plans again, pacing the apartment with the intensity I had come to expect from her.I moved to the table where our gear was spread out: knives, ropes, small surveillance devices, and my pistol, cleaned and ready. I ran my fingers over the weapons, feeling the cold metal and leather. Precision. Control, and execution. This wasn’t about rage anymore. Rage was a spark, but this… this was war.I could hear the faintest sound of Kimberly moving. She was awake now, whispering instructions softly to Layla over the comms, but she didn’t look at me. She never had to. I didn’t need her to. I could feel her calm presence behind me, grounding me, steadying the storm inside my mind.Layla came over, her eyes d

MARCUS The storm raged outside, relentless. Rain lashed against the windows, thunder rattled the walls, and the wind howled through the cracks in the city streets. It was perfect cover. Perfect chaos. I moved through the apartment silently, my steps calculated, my eyes fixed on my targets.Liv was in the kitchen, frozen like prey, her back stiff and trembling. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the doorway, toward where Zoey slept. That little girl… she was the center of this storm. Her fear radiated off her, and it thrilled me. I pressed closer, feeling her flinch under my hands. Her scent hit me—warm, sharp, intoxicating—and I inhaled it like I needed it to breathe.“Peach,” I whispered, my lips brushing her neck. “Do you know how much I missed this? You… your body, your scent… it’s mine.”Her chest heaved. “Marcus… you’re scaring me,” she gasped.I smiled faintly, tight and controlled. “Good. Fear sharpens you. Makes you focus. Makes you… real.”Her hands fumbled, and I noticed th