Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

~DAMIAN’S POV~ I hopped out of the car the second Martin pulled into DT TECH’s lot, sucking in a deep breath before striding toward the revolving doors. The blast of icy AC smacked me the moment I stepped inside, chilling my skin through my shirt. Finally back to work after a whole damn week of chasing Cindy around and putting her deadbeat husband in his place. And speaking of Cindy… it’s been three days. Three fucking days since that date, and she still hasn’t called me. Not even a text. I get it, she’s probably still in shock after what went down, maybe trying to process, but damn—doesn’t she miss me? Most women blow up my phone after an orgasm like the one I gave her. But her? Ghost town. Guess I haven’t made enough of an impression yet. I stepped into the elevator, suitcase dangling from one hand, the hum of cables filling the silence. A grin crept across my face anyway. That’s exactly why she’s the one. The memory of her flushed face at the restaurant f

~CINDY’S POV~I was tucked into a corner table at Lily’s, my back to the entrance, oversized brown sunglasses practically glued to my face.A chunky hardcover romance novel, The Devil’s Little Bane, lay open across my thighs, the pages dog-eared and loved.For three days straight, I’d been dodging Henry. His calls had been blowing up my phone and his boots stomping into the bookshop every now and then looking for me.Vicky had my back, slipping me out the back door or covering for me when he showed up, all pitiful and whining.Today, I knew he’d be back, playing his victim card, so I was hiding in plain sight, pretending to be just another customer lost in Peony Sigor’s steamy tangle with Justine Sage.And yeah, maybe I was a little damp from it.Okay, a lot damp. This book was fire.Giggles slipped out as I read:“Crawl to me, Peony,” Justine growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the candlelit room.His shadow loomed over her, tall and unyielding, as she knelt on the

[Two Days To The Party]~CINDY’S POV~“Girl, I’m dead serious, you gotta face Henry already,” Vicky snapped from behind the counter, her voice sharp as she leaned forward, hands planted on her hips.“He’s hauntin’ this place like a damn ghost. Third time today, and don’t even get me started on the past few days.”She rolled her eyes, tossing her ponytail as she spotted him through the café’s glass door, his slumped figure trudging toward Lily’s.I yanked my baseball cap lower, adjusting my oversized sunglasses, and spun my chair so my back was to the entrance.The bookshop was cozy, all warm wood tables and shelves stuffed with colorful spines, the air thick with coffee and that musty smell of old books.A couple of customers flipped through novels nearby, and the espresso machine hissed in the background.I grabbed my cappuccino, the foam tickling my lip as I took a quick sip.“Not happening, babe,” I shot back, keeping my voice low.“Henry’s all emotional manipulation and whining. D

~CINDY’S POV~ Monica is pregnant with his baby? The thought alone hit like a sledgehammer, pain exploding in my chest, ten times worse than anything I’d felt before. My knees buckled, the world tilting under me. I grabbed the doorframe, nails digging into the wood, the sharp sting grounding me as my legs threatened to give out. This isn’t happening. My heart pounded, a raw, jagged ache spreading through me like wildfire. Tears burned my eyes, spilling hot and fast down my cheeks, blurring the pink balloons and fairy lights strung across the terrace. After everything—the accident that took my legs, the marriage I poured my soul into, the years I gave him—this was how Henry repaid me? With a baby his mistress? My stomach churned, betrayal sinking in like poison, twisting my insides. I clutched the doorknob tighter, my other hand pressed to my chest, trying to hold myself together as my breaths came in shaky gasps. God, please, don’t let it be Henry’s. But deep

~DAMIAN’S POV~I was expecting room service, maybe a late-night burger, but when I swung the door open, Cindy was there—standing before me, completely wrecked, like she’d been dragged through hell.Her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaking her face, her whole body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.I’d never seen her like this. Her usual fire and steel armor gone, replaced by raw, broken vulnerability.It hit me like a kick to the chest, a sharp twist of something I couldn’t name.Anger? Protectiveness?Whatever it was, it burned.Before I could get a word out, she threw herself into me, crashing against my chest, sobs ripping through her so hard her whole body shook.My muscles tensed, a jolt of heat surging through me as her fingers clawed at my shirt, her tears soaking the fabric, warm against my skin.I froze for a second, caught off guard, then wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, her small frame trembling against mine.Her cries were gut-deep, the kind t