Tangled With The Other Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Graham's Point Of ViewThey knew him. Of course they knew him. The recognition hit me even through my pain-fogged mind, adding another layer to this nightmare. Roman was the same man who had walked into our home months ago to collect the finalized divorce agreements I had been forced to sign after the scandal broke. He was the one who had dropped the papers on my father's desk with a smug, silent smirk, enjoying every second of our humiliation, savoring our downfall like fine wine. My father stepped down the stairs, each footfall deliberate and heavy, measured despite his rage. His face turned an ugly, dangerous shade of purple as he stared Roman down, the color of a man unaccustomed to being challenged, especially on his own property. I'd seen that look before… right before he destroyed a competitor's company, right before he ruined someone's career with a single phone call. It was the look of a man who believed his power absolute. "What the hell do you want here?" Sebastian roared

Elena's Point Of ViewThe drive out to the hills had been a complete nightmare, mostly because Jaxx drove like a man who owned the asphalt and didn't give a single damn about the shock absorbers. The road winding up to his personal estate wasn't even properly paved in some sections; it was just a brutal stretch of jagged gravel, deep washboard ridges, and sudden potholes that sent my stomach leaping into my throat every three seconds.My car… the one we'd used to pack up the first wave of my life, rattled so violently I thought the dashboard might actually snap off and land in my lap. Jaxx kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel, his expression completely calm, while I sat in the passenger seat clutching the door handle like a woman hanging off a cliff. The contrast between his composure and my terror would have been comical if I weren't genuinely convinced we might not survive the ascent. Every time the tires slammed into a particularly nasty crater, the metal frame groaned in p

Elena's Point Of ViewJaxx chuckled, the sound low and gravelly against my temple as his heavy arms slid around my waist from behind. He pulled me back until my spine pressed flush against his broad chest, his warmth seeping through the cotton of my shirt and settling deep into my bones. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, strong and reassuring. "Why are you thanking me, Elena?" His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine that I couldn't quite suppress. I took a quiet, deep breath, letting my head drop back against his shoulder. The gesture felt natural, almost too natural, and that realization made my heart skip. For weeks, I'd kept my distance, built walls between us brick by brick. Now those walls seemed to crumble with alarming ease. My fingers came up to rest over his large hands, tracing the rough knuckles that told stories of violence I'd only glimpsed."For everything, Jaxx. For absolutely everything." The words tumbled o

Elena's Point Of ViewMy face went entirely neutral and cold at the mention of that woman. It was like a sudden, freezing sheet of ice had slid right over my expressions, locking every single muscle in place. The light, warm air that had been swirling in the room from the hot shower just completely evaporated, leaving behind a heavy, stale chill that settled deep in my chest."I'll send the driver to pick you guys up at your apartment," I said, my voice completely flat, stripped of every ounce of the playful energy I’d had just a few seconds ago."Wait, big sis, are you..."I didn't even let Heather finish her sentence. I just pulled the phone away from my ear and tapped the red button, ending the call with a sharp, aggressive flick of my thumb. I tossed the device onto the bed sheets, watching it bounce once before settling near the pillows."Great," I muttered under my breath, my hands balling into tight fists inside the deep pockets of my oversized grey hoodie. "There goes my good

Elena's Point Of ViewThe cool, artificial hum of the supermarket's air conditioning did nothing to soothe the persistent knot of tension lodged behind my ribs for the past three weeks. Ever since Heather and Dave had dropped that bomb about my mother and Graham joining forces, I'd been hyper-vigilant, my nerves stretched taut as wire.Every shadow resembled a trap, every lingering glance from a stranger made my shoulders tighten with anticipation. Sleep had become elusive, fractured by half-formed nightmares and the constant awareness that danger lurked just beyond my peripheral vision.I'd wake at three in the morning, heart pounding, reaching for the knife I now kept in my nightstand drawer… a precaution that would have seemed absurd to the woman I'd been six months ago. But today, I had insisted on normalcy. We needed groceries. Actual, normal-person groceries, not the bulk high-end catering supplies Jaxx's men usually ordered for the estate fortress up in the hills. I wanted to