Tangled With The Other Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Elena's Point Of ViewThe water was ice cold… blazing in its own cruel way, almost as if it were punishing me for feeling anything at all.I stood beneath the stream, arms wrapped tightly around my chest, as if I could hold myself together with just that. My hair clung to my face, and my lips trembled, not from the cold, but from the weight pressing down on my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even flinch as the water rushed over my skin like needles.Silent tears slid down my cheeks and blended with the shower, indistinguishable. The cold helped. It numbed me just enough to keep the sobs at bay. Just enough to dull the ache… slightly.I leaned my forehead against the tiled wall and closed my eyes.“This is me… choosing my world.”His words echoed again and again, ripping through me with every repetition. But then… was it because we hadn’t had sex in a while?I blinked through the stream of water, a bitter laugh crawling its way up my throat. Maybe… maybe that was it. Men were physi

Elena's Point Of ViewThe walls of the guest room seemed to close in on me, suffocating and cold. The once elegant cream-painted room was now a graveyard of my belongings. Clothes flung carelessly across the floor, my jewelry scattered like worthless trinkets, boxes turned over and emptied, heels broken. My handbags… designer, vintage, gifts from Graham himself, dumped like trash. The staff had done their job well. They hadn’t just moved me out, they’d desecrated everything that made me feel like I mattered in this home.I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching my knees to my chest, sobbing into them. My eyes were swollen, my voice hoarse from hours of crying. How did it come to this?How did the woman Graham used to call his “forever” become the stranger crying in a guest room, hiding from the laughter downstairs?Everywhere I looked was a reminder of my downfall. The shattered picture frame of our wedding day… the very frame I’d kept by my bedside for years. I picked it up slowly, t

Graham's Point Of ViewI stood by the window, watching the door slam shut behind her.The silence she left behind felt like a vacuum. It sucked every last ounce of logic from my brain and replaced it with confusion… and rage. My fists clenched, but not because of anger at her… no, this was different. I didn’t even understand what I was feeling.What just happened?Her words echoed in my mind. “I’m going to get myself a boyfriend.” “Don’t forget… I can open doors too.” A boyfriend? That had to be a joke. A cruel, twisted joke. Elena couldn’t possibly have… A boyfriend? Her?The woman who clung to me like oxygen? The one who cried into my chest, begging me to stay when things went cold? The same woman who used to wait up for me at night even when I returned home wasted from stress?No. Impossible.“Elena,” I whispered, half-expecting her to turn back through that door. She didn’t.Before I could process further, a soft hand curled around my wrist. “Let her go,” Lillian said sweetly, h

Elena's Point Of View“You’ll burn.”The words slid off his tongue like smoke, sultry and threatening. I felt it. I felt it in my bones, in the tremble of my knees, in the way my pulse suddenly throbbed in my throat. And yet, I pushed him away.Hard.“Don’t,” I said, my voice sharp, almost cracking. “Don’t come close.”I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed… God, I didn’t even know what I needed. Just not him. Not right now. Not this.He raised an eyebrow, amused, unbothered as he stepped back, his muscular frame resting easily against the opposite wall, arms folded. I hated that smirk on his face. That quiet arrogance.And what was I thinking? Letting him kiss me like that? Pushing myself into him like a woman possessed?I shouldn’t have let him get close. I shouldn’t have kissed him. I shouldn’t have followed him here. He was dangerous in a way Graham had never been… unpredictable, sharp-tongued, and always five steps ahead. And worse, he knew how to get under my skin.“All m

Jaxx's Point Of ViewShe was gone.The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, almost mocking finality, and still, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed glued to that spot. That one damn spot where she’d just been standing. Like if I stared hard enough, she might reappear, maybe say something else that would cut me, tease me, tempt me, destroy me.Elena.Her name rolled through my mind like a thunderclap, sharp and heavy, shaking loose everything I thought I’d buried. Everything I pretended didn’t matter anymore.But it did.She did.A slow, dangerous smirk twisted my lips, not the charming kind. No, this one was hollow, crooked, bitter… soaked in a dark kind of satisfaction. The kind that coils in your gut and tells you something's coming. Something ugly.She hated me.Fucking hell, she loathed me.And I could feel it. Taste it. The venom in her glare, the rigid tension in her voice, the fire in her touch when she shoved me away… God, it was intoxicating. She burned hotter than ever. A wom