Semua Bab My Fiance's Brother : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11OLIVIA;I felt numb as his words played and replayed in my head over and over again.But what I couldn't get my mind off of-- was that moment in the dress shop.He had the effrontery to ask if I was on the fucking pill. But I couldn't recall him asking that when he knocked me up. He doesn't have an idea what I went through carrying his child, or that I'd almost lost her due to the trauma he caused me. He doesn't.He had no idea what it felt like to be in my shoes, and I don't think he'd ever.But I was done crying. I was done letting him-- his presence here dictate how I react, how I feel....I want to believe that what we had was real. For a second, I thought the look in his eyes was serious, but I was right. I didn't really matter much.I arrived at the fashion house in no time. The managers and attendants recognized me immediately, exchanging pleasantries as we quickly got into business."I'm just going to pin this to the side." An attendant said, few minutes later, as s

Chapter 13OliviaMy mouth parted, unable to find words, pulse quickening for different reasons.I glanced sideways at the empty corridor, then back at her, mustering the most unbelievable look I could. "Is that what he told you? Damon? That we used to date?"She scoffed, "He doesn't need to. Even a blind man can see the sexual tension rolling off you two. It’s either you once dated him, or you used to fuck..."My breath caught."Be careful, though, if you do not wish for your frivolities to make it to the media. I can just imagine the headlines. The Kingstons’ Bride…""Are you insane!?" I hissed, cutting her off mid-sentence."Why would you even think that!? There is nothing going on between Damon and me. Absolutely nothing." I lied straight through my teeth, not finding this funny one bit.Her lips curled into a smug smirk. "Well, you just confirmed it, baby girl. You don't have to deny it for my sake."Okay. I definitely do not like her. Baby girl? Who does she think she is, talkin

Chapter 15It's weird how five sentences was enough to make me an emotional wreck.I read the damn thing over and over again, memorizing the writing all over, imprinting the words in my head.I could feel the steady fall and rise of my chest, and God help me, my heart was hammering at an unsteady pace.My throat tightened."Sorry for making you cry?" I huffed, blinking fast as I tried to push back the traitorous tears. I honestly do not understand why I was tearing up.My fingers are shaking as I held the paper in my hands, but the next second, I was scrunching the shit up.I stared at the bracelet already on my wrist, the tiny peach charms catching my eyes.However, I could say Damon's thoughtful gesture didn't get to me, but I'd be lying. He knew exactly what he was doing. And as much as I'd hate to admit, he knew how to get to me.Good thing I was able to get a hold of my emotions and remind myself why he's not to be trusted.He is nothing but a delusional shithead of an ex. I u

Chapter 17 I should say something. Anything. But all that came out was a shaky breath, my eyes glued to the way his hand wrapped around himself. My knees threatened to buckle. "Which would it be, Peach?" He whispered. "Or perhaps, you'd like me to make the choice for you." Before I could form a response, he had fisted my dress in his hands and flung it into the pool. My heart dropped. "What the hell!?" "Come get it, Peach," Damon said with a smile, and then he turned and walked towards the edge of the pool. And then, he dived in. For a heartbeat, I just stood there—stunned, seething, yet stupidly aware of the ache building low in my stomach. The splash echoed in my ears, and I hated myself for the part of me that didn’t care about the dress, that didn’t care about decency, that only noticed Damon’s bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. Stop looking, I warned myself. Think of... Marcus. Think of Zoe. Think of everything this man ruined. But the more I told myself that, the mor

Chapter 19 Olivia,Bare from the waist up, naked with only my panties and the water covering my lower half, my knees bent slightly, legs spread open with Damon in between, I was dripping wet.How I ended up in this position, in this pool with my ex-boyfriend, was something I couldn't explain, but couldn't help either.His piercing eyes were fixated on me, watching my expression keenly. The way he always did back then. The look that always made me melt in front of him. I used to think it was one of the things I loved about him.But I needed to take a rational pill. As much as every bone in my body, every muscle yearned for him to keep touching me, to take off my panties as he'd requested, I...I just couldn't.So I forced my legs closed and tried to move away from him. But Damon's hands caught my wrist."Where are you going?""I need to get my dress, Damon."His gaze flicked to my lips, then lower. “You haven’t answered my question though.”“What question?”He raised a brow, infuriati