บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Other Brother: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe sun hadn't even fully cleared the horizon, yet the room was already bathed in that thin, bruised light of early morning. I'd been awake since six, propped up on one elbow, doing nothing but watching the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Elena's shoulders.She lay buried beneath the charcoal duvet, wearing my shirt like a suit of armor she didn't realize was a claim. My claim. The fabric hung loose on her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her neck, a sight that made my pulse quicken despite the hours we'd already spent tangled together.Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of sandalwood soap and us drifted up, hitting me in the chest like a physical weight. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe too loudly. For a man who lived his life in the crosshairs of a dozen different enemies, this kind of stillness was a luxury I couldn't afford… but for her, I'd steal the time from the devil himself. I'd steal eternity i

Elena's Point Of ViewI woke up with the kind of heavy, syrupy lethargy that only comes after a night of absolute chaos… the good kind. The kind that makes your muscles hum with a dull, lingering ache and your skin feel sensitized to the mere touch of the silk sheets. I stretched, my limbs feeling like lead, and let out a long, shaky breath.For a second, I just stared at the ceiling, replaying the way Jaxx had looked at me against that wall, the sheer, unhinged intensity of it. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and trepidation. "Stupid," I whispered to the empty room, my voice raspy. "You're so stupid, Elena." But even as I said it, I couldn't quite convince myself I meant it. I rolled over, expecting to find a wall of warm muscle and arrogant smirks, but the bed was cold. Empty. I blinked, a tiny spike of disappointment pricking at my chest before I saw it, a slip of paper resting on his pillow. The sight of it made something flutter in my stomach, someth

Elena's Point Of ViewI was still crouching on the gravel, my ears ringing with the violent crack of those gunshots, when I forced myself to look up. My hands trembled against the rough stones, knees aching from the impact of my fall. I expected to see a security guard or some estate patrol… anyone official, anyone who made sense in this moment. Instead, my heart did a frantic, sickening leap into my throat. Jaxx was standing there. He didn't look like the man who had tucked me into bed with gentle hands or the man who had teased me over dinner with that infuriating smirk. He looked like something carved out of cold, jagged granite… all hard edges and deadly intent. His eyes were dark, flat, and terrifyingly calm, like the surface of a frozen lake concealing unfathomable depths. And in his hand, gripped with a terrifyingly familiar ease, was a black handgun that gleamed dully in the morning light. A scream, much louder and more jagged than the first, ripped out of my throat. I cou

Elena's Point Of ViewThe world didn't tilt, and I didn't burst into tears. Instead, a strange, crystalline silence settled over my brain, as if someone had pressed pause on reality itself. The sting on my cheek became a localized fire, a blooming heat that pulsed with every thud of my heart, yet my eyes remained locked on Sebastian.His face swam before me… twisted with righteous fury, convinced of his own moral superiority. In that moment, I recognized the same expression he'd worn when he'd dismissed my business proposals at family dinners, that same condescending certainty that he alone understood how the world worked.I could hear the collective gasp of my employees… the sound of air being sucked out of a room, and the panicked scuffle of Clara trying to keep a weeping intern from having a total meltdown. Someone's phone clattered to the floor, the sharp crack echoing through the stunned silence.I reached up, my fingers grazing the skin that was rapidly swelling. The flesh felt

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe lobby of my headquarters, usually a place where I felt in total control of every moving part, had transformed into a theater of the surreal. My heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against my ribs… a staccato beat that made my ears ring and my vision blur at the edges. I looked at Sebastian, whose face had become a map of terror and fury, every line etched deep with emotions he could barely contain.Then I glanced up at Jaxx, whose profile appeared carved from a block of dark marble, beautiful and terrifying in its absolute stillness.The silence in the room grew so thick you could have choked on it. My employees stood frozen like statues, some holding their breath until their faces flushed, others pretending to be absorbed in silent keyboards while their eyes remained glued to the explosion happening in the center of the room. I could feel their collective anxiety pressing against my skin like a physical weight."Jaxx..." The whisper escaped my lips, m