บททั้งหมดของ Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I was still pressed against the wall, my chest tight, my hands trembling as Zane’s dark gaze held me captive.“I have a surprise for you,” he said, his voice low, deliberate. “Something no one else could ever give you.”My pulse stuttered. “A… surprise?” My voice barely rose above a whisper, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name.“Yes,” he murmured, taking a step closer, the heat radiating from him like a warning. “But you have to trust me. Not now. Not yet. Just… follow me.”I wanted to protest. To tell him I wasn’t ready. My mind screamed. But my body betrayed me, quivering, leaning forward in spite of my fear.“You don’t have to understand it now,” he said, reading the hesitation in my eyes. “Just let me show you.”The corridor was quiet, but the silence was heavy, loaded with the remnants of last night’s tension. Zane’s fingers brushed mine as we walked side by side, firm yet lingering, and I felt the familiar pull in my chest.“You’re going to love this,” Zane murmure

The next morning, sunlight spilled across the room in lazy gold streaks, brushing my skin as I wrestled with the folds of a silk dress, my fingers fumbling over delicate clasps. My hair was halfway tamed into soft waves, my reflection promising elegance if only I could get the finishing touches right.A fleeting shadow on the balcony made me glance up, heart skipping a beat. For a moment, I thought someone was there, but when I blinked, nothing remained. I shook my head, telling myself it was just the play of sunlight.Then my phone buzzed sharply on the vanity, and I froze. His name lit up the screen:“Come on, baby girl… are you not done yet? Ready to behold the city, or do I need to come in and drag you?”I bit my lip, a shiver running down my spine. His words were teasing, playful, yet threaded with that commanding undertone that always made my pulse race. I imagined him there, dark gaze catching the morning light, lips curling into that smirk that could melt me and terrify me all

It was barely 6:30 in the morning when I heard the knock at my door. A sharp, insistent rhythm that yanked me out of the half-sleep I had finally managed to slip into.The truth was, I hadn’t really slept at all. The night had been one long stretch of tossing, turning, thinking. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Around four, maybe five, exhaustion finally pulled me under for a while, but even then, my dreams were tangled with shadows, voices, and the weight of everything I’d seen these past two days.My eyes drifted around the room, falling on the racks of clothes Zane had bought me, designer dresses in colors I’d never dared to wear, silk and lace that shimmered even in the dark. The shopping bags from Paris still sat piled in the corner, boxes of shoes lined up like treasures. Manicure sets, sparkling jewelry, bottles of perfume in glass so delicate I was afraid to touch them.It all felt unreal. Like stepping into someone else’s life.I leaned back against the pillows, heart aching. Just

“Lena.”His voice stopped me before I could take another step down the hall. Not sharp this time, not cold, but low, husky, almost broken.I turned, and my breath caught.Liam wasn’t standing tall and unreadable like he usually did. No, the man I saw now looked… undone. The perfect mask he always wore, the one carved from steel and silence, was cracked. His broad shoulders were tense, drawn tight like a bowstring ready to snap, and his eyes, God, his eyes, were darker than I’d ever seen, but softer too, rimmed with something raw that made my chest ache.It was the first time I’d seen him like this. Stripped of that Carter pride, stripped of the unshakable control that made everyone bend to him. He wasn’t the cold, unreachable heir at that moment. He was just a man. A man standing in the dim light of the corridor, fighting shadows I couldn’t see, shadows that looked suspiciously like me and his brother.My throat went dry. I’d grown used to Liam being untouchable, the one no one dared

I didn’t realize he had moved until his hand brushed over mine again, warm and steady, covering me completely.“Tell me what you dream about,” he whispered suddenly.The question startled me. “What?”“You heard me.” His thumb traced circles over my knuckles, slow and deliberate. “When you’re alone, when you’re not tangled up in Carter chaos, what do you want? What do you see?”My chest tightened. No one had ever asked me that. Not Zane. Not anyone.“I… I want peace,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “Not emptiness. Just peace. I want to travel, to breathe without looking over my shoulder. I want to… be chosen. Not as a prize. Not as a stand-in. Just… chosen.”The words trembled out of me, raw and unpolished, and for a second, I hated that I’d said them out loud.But Liam didn’t flinch. His grip tightened over mine, his eyes fierce and unguarded.“Then let me choose you,” he said firmly, no hesitation now. “Not because you’re between us. Not because of him. Because when I look at