All Chapters of Tangled With The Other Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elena’s Point’s Of ViewThe office was quiet now, the hum of the city outside muted by the thick glass windows, the only sound the scratch of my pen against paper as I signed the last of the documents. My hand ached, my back screamed in protest, but there was a strange, satisfying burn in my muscles… the kind that came from doing something, from building something, from proving to myself that I was still standing."Jeezzz, this is hell," I muttered under my breath, stretching my fingers before flipping to the next page. "But a good hell.”The words were a mantra, a reminder that this was what I’d fought for. The late nights, the endless paperwork, the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders. It was exhausting. It was mine.I bent over the table, my blazer draped over the back of my chair, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The lamplight cast long shadows across the desk, the glow warm against my skin as I scrawled my signature with practiced precision. Each stroke of th

Graham’s Point Of ViewThe door to my office swung open with a sharp creak, the sound grating against my raw nerves like nails on a chalkboard. I didn’t turn. Didn’t bother. My focus was on the shredded remains of the divorce papers, the confetti-like strips scattered across the floor like the remnants of a life I refused to let go of."Graham, what the hell is wrong with you?"Lilian’s voice cut through the chaos, high-pitched and shrill, the kind of sound that made my teeth ache. I didn’t look at her. Didn’t acknowledge her. My fingers twitched at my sides, my knuckles still bleeding, my breath still coming in sharp, uneven gasps.She stepped inside, her belly swollen with my child, her eyes wide as she took in the destruction… the shattered glass, the overturned furniture, the blood dripping from my hands onto the carpet. "Graham!" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. "Look at me when I’m talking to you!"I didn’t move.I didn’t care.All that mattered was the picture in

Elena’s Point Of View“What?!!”My voice came out as a half-laugh, half-sputter, so shocked I nearly dropped my phone. "Lexy, are you serious? It’s almost eight o’clock, I’m exhausted, and I just told you about Graham’s psychotic message…""Exactly!" she cut in, her voice already buzzing with that dangerous, I’ve-made-up-my-mind energy. "You need this, El. You need to dance, to drink, to forget about that trash fire of an ex and his shredded papers and his entire existence for one damn night. Or at least until last call."I blinked, my brain still catching up. "Lex, I’m in my work clothes…""So? You look hot in a blazer. We’ll rip off the tie, unbutton the top button, boom… instant club queen."She didn’t even let me protest. "I’m already in the Uber. Texting you the address. No excuses.""You heard me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We are not sitting around moping about Graham’s sad little tantrum. We are going out."I opened my mouth to protest, "Lexy, I have no

Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe conference room was a tomb of dark wood and polished steel, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. The leaders of the minority clans under The Moretti Syndicate sat around the long mahogany table, their faces a mix of respect and barely concealed ambition. The hum of their voices filled the room, the tension palpable, the weight of power pressing down on every word.I sat at the head of the table, my fingers steepled, my gaze sharp as I listened to the reports. The Syndicate was a machine, and every clan was a cog… essential, replaceable, dangerous if left unchecked."The Russians have lost one of their strongholds in Italy," Domenico, the head of the Sicilian faction, said, his voice low and gravelly. "Their grip is slipping. They’re getting desperate."I nodded, my expression unreadable. "Good. Let them stumble." The Russians had been a thorn in my side for years, their arrogance growing with every deal they stole. But Italy was m

Elena’s Point Of ViewMy fingers trembled around the phone, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. What the hell was wrong with him?One minute, he was gone, vanished like a ghost, leaving me to wonder if I’d imagined the way his hands had felt on my skin, the way his voice had sounded in the dark. The next, he was here, his words a blade pressed to my throat, his presence a shadow I couldn’t see but could feel like a brand."Jaxx," I hissed, my voice shaking with fury and something darker, something I refused to name. "Why are you doing this?"His chuckle was a low, dark sound in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You’re not to ask questions, baby," he said, his voice a velvet growl. "I just gave you two options. What’s your choice?"I clenched my jaw, my gaze darting around the club, my skin prickling with the sensation of his eyes on me. The VIP section was a blur of shadows and neon, the figures up there nothing more than silhouettes. But I felt him. I knew he was there, w