All Chapters of Tangled With The Other Brother: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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Chapter 220~ What Are You Doing Here, Little Thief?

Elena's Point Of ViewSeven days had passed since that kitchen-counter interrogation with my sister, Heather. Seven days of her voice echoing in the back of my mind like a skipping record: You like him, you like him, you like him.I'd spent the last three of those days hiding from the world. The company - the empire I usually spent twenty-four hours a day worrying over was running itself. I'd dumped everything onto my poor assistant, Clara, and the Operations Director, Lucas, leaving them with a vague email that basically said ‘keep the building from burning down until I return’.Lucas had texted me yesterday asking if I was dead. Honestly, looking at myself in the mirror, it was a fair question. My skin resembled dull paper, my hair was doing some weird, horizontal frizz thing from three days of unbothered neglect, and the sheer, driving zeal I usually had for literally anything had shrunk to a microscopic speck.I was exhausted. Not the kind of tired you fix with an extra hour of sl

Chapter 221~ To Smell My Sheets?

Elena's Point Of View"The real question is, what are you doing here, little thief?" I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My throat felt like someone had coated it in dry cement, and my brain misfired so badly that I could practically hear the gears grinding to a halt. I stared at his jawline, mesmerized by the slight stubble shadow darkening it, the way his dark gray linen collar hung unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hollow of his throat. The sheer mass of him sitting on the edge of the mattress made the whole bed tilt toward him, and I found myself sliding down the dip whether I liked it or not. Heat radiated from his body, cutting through the frigid air that had settled over the room. That warmth should have been comforting, but instead it only heightened my awareness of how close he was, how vulnerable I'd made myself by coming here. "I'm... I'm not a thief," I finally stuttered out, my voice sounding more like a squeak than that of a woman who ran a multimilli

Chapter 222~ Shut Up, Jaxx

Elena's Point Of ViewI stared at him, my mouth slightly open, frozen in absolute shock and utter disbelief. Jaxx… the Jaxx Moretti, a man whose pride was usually sturdier than a steel skyscraper, a man who treated vulnerability like a design flaw sat on the edge of his mattress, looking at me with raw, undisguised regret, and actively apologizing. Not with some smooth, tactical corporate excuse, either. He looked completely unraveled, his voice carrying a rough, scraping weight that made my chest physically ache. The sight of him like this… stripped of his usual armor left me reeling. I'd never seen him so exposed, so human. It was as if someone had taken the polished, untouchable man and replaced him with a man who actually felt things, who actually hurt. "Are you okay?" I finally managed to squeak out, my hand still halfway up between us, hovering awkwardly in the cool air. The question sounded absurd even to my own ears, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. My brain had

Chapter 223~ I Just Wanted You Entirely To Myself

Elena's Point Of ViewThe silence that settled over the bedroom afterward wasn't the light, airy kind. It was thick, heavy, and smelled like old bricks after a thunderstorm. The central AC gave a lonely, metallic shudder somewhere behind the wall, dropping the room's temperature another fraction of a degree, but with me still straddling his thighs, the heat between us felt almost suffocating.My skin prickled with awareness, every point of contact between our bodies a small fire. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath me, each breath deliberate and measured, as though he were counting them. Jaxx's hands didn't drop away from my shirt. Instead, his large, rough palms slid flat against the bare skin of my lower back, his fingers anchoring into the small of my spine. He started moving them in slow, heavy circles, pressing hard, dragging the heat of his skin against mine as if he were trying to physically anchor himself to the mattress or to the earth itself. The pressure w

Chapter 224~ Take Your Time, Princess

Elena's Point Of ViewHis thumbs traced small circles on my hips, a gentle counterpoint to the fierce possession threading through his voice. "I just wanted you entirely to myself. It became less about hurting Graham... and more about making you mine. Completely mine. Body, heart, and soul." I sat there, frozen like a statue in a high-end museum, staring at him with my mouth slightly open. I literally couldn't believe my ears. My brain, already fried from three days of hiding from my company and surviving on nothing but air and anxiety, was throwing a complete system error. The words he'd just spoken didn't compute with the man I knew. Was he sick? Had he caught some weird tropical virus during his three weeks of vanishing into thin air? Did the notorious, stone-cold Jaxx Moretti just use the words heart and soul in a sentence that didn't involve a business contract or a threat? I lifted my hands, my palms slapping slightly against his cheeks, forcing his face up so I could inspect

Chapter 225~ This Is A Good Start

Graham's Point Of ViewThe fluorescent lights of the executive suite buzzed overhead… a low, microscopic hum that had been boring a hole straight through my skull for the last fourteen hours. Still, I couldn't stop. I couldn't let the pen drop. If I stopped scrutinizing these spreadsheets, if I stopped approving these international shipping manifests, the silence would return.And the silence in my apartment these days was absolutely deafening. It pressed against my eardrums like water at depth, threatening to crush something vital inside me. Over two weeks had passed since Lillian gave birth. Fourteen days of a tiny, fragile life entering the world… a life that carried my blood but felt entirely like a stranger's. The baby's existence seemed abstract, distant, as though it belonged to someone else's story entirely. Ever since that hospital room, ever since the reality of what my father's machinations had bound me to became official, I had been burying myself in work.I drowned in it

Chapter 226~ She Has Always Been Mine

Graham's Point Of ViewThirty-five minutes later, the sedan rolled up to the massive limestone security pillars of the Fiex Estate. This was one of the most exclusive, high-tier residential enclaves in the city… the kind of place where residents paid handsomely for absolute silence and invisible neighbors who minded their own business. Old money lived here alongside new tech fortunes, all united in their desire for privacy. The security guard, a middle-aged man with a neat mustache and a crisp uniform, stepped out of the booth and leaned down toward my window. "Good afternoon, sir," he said, his tone professional but pleasant. "Visitors require a pre-approved digital pass for this sector." I forced my classic boardroom smile onto my face, though my fingers gripped the leather steering wheel with enough force to turn my knuckles white. The tension radiated up my forearms, a physical manifestation of the anxiety churning in my gut. My shirt collar suddenly felt too tight, constricting

Chapter 227~ That Goddamn Bastard

Graham's Point Of ViewMy right hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles had turned bone-white, the leather casing creaking in protest under pressure that could have crushed stone. My chest felt like an active volcanic site… hot, pressurized, sulfurous gas rising into my throat until I could barely draw a clean breath through my nose.Each inhale burned. Each exhale shuddered. The car's engine continued its smooth, expensive, rhythmic hum, but inside my skull, everything had dissolved into chaotic static. I shoved the car door open by two inches, my foot sliding toward the gravel shoulder, muscles coiling like springs. I was going to cross that manicured grass. I was going to tear his hands off her. I was going to look my wife in the eyes, grab her arm, and drag her out of this disgusting, sunlit nightmare. The plan crystallized in my mind with perfect, violent clarity. But before my heel could plant firmly on the asphalt, Jaxx moved. His large, tan arm slid arou

Chapter 228~ I Want You Back

Elena's Point Of ViewAs the roar of Jaxx's sports car finally faded down the estate's asphalt drive, a strange, heavy stillness descended over the porch. I stood there, fingers still pressed against my lips… tingling, swollen, and bruised from the way he'd kissed me beneath the open sun. The sensation was ridiculous, intoxicating, terrifying all at once. My heart still hammered against my ribs, refusing to settle into its normal rhythm. Leaning my back against the cool white brick of the doorway, I watched the empty space where his car had vanished from sight. An unexpected wave of sadness washed over me… sudden, stupid, undeniable. My chest felt hollow, as if something vital had been carved out and driven away with him. I didn't want him to leave. Not even for fifteen minutes. The realization struck me with uncomfortable clarity, settling like a weight in my stomach. How had I become this person? This needy version of myself I barely recognized? When did I become so completely hu

Chapter 229~ Jaxx Is Hundred Times Better Than You

Elena's Point Of View"He's using me?" I actually laughed. The sound wasn't bitter… it erupted as a loud, completely unhinged burst of pure, hysterical amusement that bounced off the high white ceilings of the foyer. The yellow towel on my head wobbled dangerously, and a stray, wet lock of hair slapped against my forehead, but I didn't care. The absurdity of the moment struck me with full force… here I stood in my dripping wetness, clutching that white bath towel to my chest like a shield, facing down the man I used to share a bed with. The man whose breathing patterns I once knew better than my own. The man who now felt like a stranger wearing a familiar face. How had we come to this? How had love turned into this grotesque parody of intimacy? Graham nodded, his eyes wide, brimming with frantic, sweaty desperation that made his expensive haircut look incredibly stupid. He took half a step forward, his polished leather shoes leaving a faint, dull smudge on my clean hardwood floor.

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