Semua Bab My Fiance's Brother : Bab 121 - Bab 126

MARCUS The storm had not let up. Rain pounded against the windows, lightning slicing the darkness in jagged, violent flashes. Thunder rumbled low, shaking the floorboards. Perfect. It added drama to the moment. I was in control—or at least, I thought I was.Liv was there, pinned against the counter, her eyes wide, her body trembling. Every instinct in her screamed to fight, to run, to scream. But she couldn’t move. Not with me here. Not with Damon’s attention divided, not with Layla at the other side of the room distracted by shadows I had planted, precise and calculated.“Stay still,” I whispered, leaning close to her, letting my hands rest firmly on her waist. My lips brushed her temple. “Tonight… this is mine.”Her pulse raced beneath my fingertips. Fear. Panic. Anticipation. She shivered, and I could smell it, taste it almost. Everything I had planned, every detail I had worked through, every precaution—it was all culminating here.Damon… predictable as ever, too focused on her,

MARCUS;I sat in the dark cell, the cold metal biting into my skin through my clothes. The damp smell of the room filled my lungs, but I hardly noticed. All I could feel was the rage burning inside me, twisting my stomach into knots. How had it happened? How had I been so stupid? I had planned everything. Every detail. Every step. And yet… here I was, trapped, humiliated, powerless.Layla stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her eyes blazing. She didn’t speak, but I could feel her fury radiating through the small space. She was usually controlled, calculating—but now… she was a storm waiting to explode.I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the small area as best I could. “I don’t understand,” I growled. “I had them. I had them both. I had Damon in my sights. Liv was cornered. Zoey was—” I stopped, swallowing hard, my chest tightening. “I was so close. And now…” My voice faltered, anger choked off by disbelief.Layla’s jaw tightened. “Now? Now they’re alive, and you’re locked up like

Olivia's pov;It had been months since the chaos that had almost torn our lives apart. Marcus and Layla were behind bars, finally dealt with by the law, and I could hardly believe the freedom we now had. New York had become more than a temporary refuge; it was home. Safe. Full of life. Full of possibility.I woke up one Saturday morning to the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen. Damon was already awake, sitting at the small breakfast table, eyes focused on his laptop, but glancing up at me every so often with that soft, warm look that always made my heart skip.“Morning, beautiful,” he said, closing the laptop as I stretched and walked toward him. His smile deepened when I sat across from him.“Morning,” I replied, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Coffee smells amazing.”“Only the best for my wife,” he said, teasing, but the tenderness in his tone made me smile. “And my little family.”I glanced toward the living room, where Zoey was already playing with her toys on the sof