บททั้งหมดของ Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Liam just left the kitchen. It felt like he was watching me somehow, how else could he just vanish like that without a word, without even a single message?”“Lena.”My name cracked through the hallway like a whip. I spun, plates stacked high in my arms, just in time to slam into a wall, no, not a wall.Kai.The crash echoed through the corridor as porcelain shattered around our feet, shards scattering like broken stars. I gasped, stumbling back, the sting sharp and immediate as a sliver bit into my leg.“Shit!” Kai swore, his hands shooting out to steady me before I could fall into the mess. His grip was firm but trembling, as though the sound of the crash rattled him more than me. “Are you hurt? Lena, God, I didn’t see you.”Blood welled in a thin red line down my shin. I hissed, clutching the wall for balance. “I, I’m fine. Just a scratch”“You’re bleeding.” His voice dropped, tight with something I hadn’t heard from him before, panic. Real, raw panic.Before I could protest, Kai dr

I brushed off what Zane said and went ahead with the date Kai and I had agreed on.When we got to the place, the air smelled of spice and warmth, the kind that clung to your clothes. A slim waitress in a crisp white blouse and a neat black skirt walked over, her red lipstick bright against her pale skin. She handed us the menus with a polite smile, her bracelets clinking softly as she placed them down. “Take your time,” she said, and then drifted away to another table.I opened mine, but honestly, I barely read the words, my eyes kept flicking up to Kai. He studied the menu like it was a contract worth millions, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then he caught me looking and smirked.I then glanced at the menu again, and my heart sank. It was filled with things I barely recognized: roasted duck with spiced honey glaze, grilled sea bass with lemon butter, sizzling beef skewers, steaming dumplings, fried rice bowls, spring rolls stacked like golden pillows, and rows of drinks, fresh m

“Lena.” His voice was a low growl, sharp as broken glass. My heart slammed against my ribs before I even realized he had closed the distance. The streetlights barely lit the space between us, but I could see the intensity in his eyes, Zane’s storm, contained, but lethal.“I…..what are you doing here?” I stammered, stepping back, though my body betrayed me, tilting slightly toward him despite every rational thought screaming to run.He didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, he moved, swift, precise, like a predator striking before its prey could even breathe. In a heartbeat, the space between us vanished. His hands closed around my upper arms, strong, unyielding, yet careful enough that his grip burned more than it bruised.My back slammed softly against the rough brick wall of the alley, the cold biting through my blouse while his body radiated heat, caging me in. The contrast made my skin prickle, every nerve sparking awake under his touch.The world outside blurred, the faint h

“Lena.”Liam’s voice was velvet over steel, smooth enough to lure, sharp enough to wound. He leaned in, close enough that I could see the faint glint of amusement in his eyes. But beneath it, something restless stirred, like a lion circling prey.“You flinch every time I look at you,” he murmured, his tone almost playful. His fingers tapped the desk near mine in an easy rhythm, but I knew better. This wasn’t casual, it was calculated. “Why is that?”My throat tightened. “I don’t.”“Mm.” His smirk tugged higher. “Lie prettier next time, Lena. You’re too clever to trip over such small things.”Heat rushed through me, not the kind that came with blushes or stolen glances, but the kind born of danger. Every nerve screamed to run, yet my body refused, anchored to the chair as his gaze crawled over me like fire. I forced my lips into a small curve, light, dismissive. “You’re imagining things.”“Am I?” He tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle only he had the right to solve. “Because lat

“Tell me, Lena,” Liam’s voice dragged over my skin like velvet dipped in fire. His breath tickled my ear, the heat of it sliding down my neck until goosebumps rose uninvited. “Why does his gift lie against your heart?”My throat tightened. My voice refused me, catching somewhere between fear and fury, between the truth and the lie I couldn’t seem to form.“I…I told you…” My lips parted, desperate for air, desperate for distance. “It’s just a necklace.”His chuckle was low, humorless, a dark sound that curled around my ribs like smoke. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, pushing my wrists higher, stretching me against the wall until the sapphire flame pressed painfully into my chest. “I can feel the way your pulse leaps every time I touch it. Don’t insult me with cheap lies.”His eyes burned, not just with hunger but with something sharper, possession. “You’re trembling because of him. Because every time my brother’s name passes your lips, you remember his hands. Don’t you?”The memory came un