All Chapters of Tangled With The Other Brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elena’s Point Of View“But,” he added, eyes flicking briefly in the direction Marco had been dragged, voice calm as ever, “that’s if they would accept him.”I gasped.It slipped out of me before I could stop it, sharp and disbelieving, my hand tightening around his arm as if that alone could anchor me to reality.“Are you kidding me?” I blurted, staring up at him like I’d just discovered he spoke an entirely different language from the rest of humanity. “Jaxx… what the hell is wrong with you?”His smile widened.Not rushed. Not apologetic. Just slow and deliberate, like my outrage was a familiar tune he enjoyed humming along to.He stepped closer, invading my space without warning, without asking. One second there was air between us, the next his hands were looping around my waist, warm and firm, settling there like they belonged. Like they’d always belonged.My body betrayed me instantly.My hands rose on instinct, fingers curling into his arms, gripping fabric, muscle… something sol

Graham’s Point Of ViewThe office felt too tight.Too quiet.Too clean.I noticed it the moment I sat down… how the walls seemed closer than usual, how the glass windows reflected too much light, too much of me. Everything was in its place, polished, orderly, perfect. And it pissed me off.I sat behind my desk with my jaw locked so tight it hurt, shoulders tense, fingers flipping through a stack of folders like I was looking for a fight inside the pages. The air-conditioning hummed softly, a low, irritating sound that did nothing to cool the heat crawling under my skin. My suit jacket was off, tossed carelessly over the back of the chair. My tie was loosened just enough to feel like a weakness, like a concession I hadn’t earned.Paper after paper.Numbers.Signatures.Projections.Normally, this was my domain. This was where I breathed easily. Where control came naturally. Where nothing slipped through my fingers.But none of it was sinking in.My pen scratched aggressively against th

Graham’s Point Of View“Everything has been leading to a dead end.”The words didn’t land softly. They dropped into the room like something heavy and metallic, the kind that didn’t bounce… just hit and stayed there, cold and final.For a second I genuinely thought I’d misheard him.“What?” The word tore out of me before I could stop it.Scott didn’t answer immediately. He was still staring at the screen like maybe it might suddenly feel guilty and confess. Lines of code kept crawling upward, bright and alive, but useless. Completely useless. All that motion, all that complexity, and nothing behind it. Just… blank.My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood up. I didn’t even remember deciding to move. One second I was sitting, lungs tight, stomach hollow, the next I was on my feet, blood rushing hard enough that I could hear it in my ears.“That’s—” I dragged a hand over my face, pacing once before turning back to him. “That’s unbelievable.”Scott finally looked at me.Not sm

Graham’s Point Of View“But I never requested for it.”The words hung there for a second.They didn’t echo. They didn’t soften. They just sat between us like something sharp and deliberate.Lillian looked like I had physically struck her.Her eyes widened… not dramatic, not theatrical, just stunned. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. Opened again. Like her brain had stalled mid-sentence and was scrambling to find language that made sense of what I’d just said.She blinked.Once.Twice.Then she straightened slowly, shoulders pulling back, hand still curled around the strap of the lunch bag like it was the only solid thing in the room.“Graham,” she said, and this time there was no softness in it. No pet names. No warmth cushioning the edges. “How can you say that?”I didn’t answer immediately. Because I knew how it sounded. Cruel. Dismissive. Cold. But my head was already splitting open with everything else, and I didn’t have space for delicacy.“You don’t have to request it befo

Graham’s Point Of View“You’re just the other woman carrying my child.”The second the words left my mouth, the room felt different. Not quieter. Sharper. Like the air had grown edges.Lillian didn’t breathe.She just stared at me.Her lips parted slowly, a soft, broken sound leaving her throat… not quite a gasp, not quite a sob. Her hand slid from her stomach like she’d forgotten it was there. Shock. Pure shock. Then hurt. Raw, flashing across her face so fast it almost looked like pain.“What…” she whispered.She took a step closer to me, slow, unsteady, like her legs weren’t entirely cooperating.“What did you just say, Graham?”Her voice trembled, but she didn’t back down. I’ll give her that. She didn’t crumble immediately. She wanted clarification. Wanted me to retract it. To fix it. To say I didn’t mean it.I did.I tilted my head slightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. It wasn’t amusement. It was irritation curdled into something ugly.“You heard me perfectly, Lill