Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tangled With The Other Brother: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Graham's Point Of View“What?” I snapped.There was a beat of silence on the other end, as if the caller was weighing the best way to break news to me.Then his voice, low and serious: “Boss… you might want to sit down for this.”“I’m already sitting, talk.”“It’s Jaxx.”Everything stilled. My pen slipped from my fingers. “What about him?” I asked tightly.“He’s in town.”I stood so fast, my chair screeched against the floor. “What?! That bastard is here?”“Yes, sir. Got word from one of our guys near the East Quarter. Saw him yesterday evening.”My blood surged. “Yesterday?! You said he’s in town. When exactly did he arrive?”“About… a week ago.”A vein throbbed in my temple. My voice thundered. “A week? You mean to tell me that bastard has been in my city for an entire week and I’m just hearing this now?”“I… I only just got confirmation.”I slammed my palm on the desk. “Of what use are you to me then?! What the hell have I been paying you for?!”“I’m sorry, sir, I thought…”“Shut t

Elena's Point Of ViewLexy held my hand tightly as we stepped out of the café. “You sure you’ll be okay?” she asked, concern still lingering in her eyes.I gave a small laugh, trying to mask the emotional storm boiling inside me. “I’ll survive. I always do.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “Listen, anytime you need someone to punch sense into your husband… just one call, babe. I’ve got a right hook that’ll send him into next week.”I laughed, more genuinely this time, and pulled her into a hug. “You’re insane.”“Damn right I am,” she said proudly, climbing into her car. “Text me when you get in, alright?”“I will.”We both waved, and I watched her drive off before I turned to mine and slumped into the seat. My shoulders were heavy, my thoughts tangled. I felt wrung out… emotionally, physically. All I wanted was a shower, silence, and a pitch-black room to curl into myself.When I got home, the silence was so thick, it felt like walking into a void. No staff bustling about, no music, no d

Graham's Point Of ViewThe moment she slammed the bedroom door in my face, the sound reverberated like a slap across my jaw. I stood there frozen, a muscle ticking in my cheek as I stared at the cold, closed door. Her rejection echoed louder than any insult, louder than any fight we’d ever had.My fists clenched, jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe… slow and controlled, but my blood boiled beneath the surface, threatening to erupt.“Elena…” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face.She pushed me. Actually pushed me. Out of the room. And then she slammed the door. Locked it. Like I was the intruder in my own damn home.My fists clenched at my sides. My jaw tight enough to break bone.Inside that room, I could hear her… the sound of her body sliding to the ground, her muffled sobs breaking the silence like thunder in my skull. And for a moment... I just stood there.Frozen.Because as much as I was burning, as much as every damn nerve in my body ached for her, a

Elena's Point Of ViewThe morning sun stabbed through the thin curtains, piercing my eyelids like daggers. My head throbbed in a relentless rhythm, pounding against my skull as if a war drum had taken residence inside me. I groaned, shifting beneath the tangled sheets, my hair a wild mess sticking to my clammy forehead.I blinked, disoriented, then gasped sharply. Shit!The event. Today. I had completely forgotten.The weight of the day slammed into me like a tidal wave. I was supposed to be the face of my company’s biggest launch yet… a new branch in the Eastern region, and here I was, feeling like a wrecked ship barely holding afloat.Dragging myself out of bed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were rimmed red, my face pale. But there was no time for self-pity. I forced my limbs into action. Shower. Dress. Makeup. I chose a deep navy blue dress… sleek, professional, with subtle gold accents, a reflection of the strength and ambition I wanted to radiate. No dramatic f

Elena’s Point Of ViewMy breath caught, and I actually choked on my own saliva. I coughed, my hand clutching my chest, eyes wide. How could somebody say that with such a straight face?“Fuck you,” I gasped, half in disbelief, half in something else entirely.He smirked… oh, that wicked, knowing smirk, and murmured, “Language, princess.”The light ahead turned green and he eased the car forward like nothing had happened, hands steady on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. Meanwhile, my mouth was still hanging open, my mind replaying his words on a loop like some forbidden soundtrack I couldn’t turn off.He drove with that calm, effortless dominance, like he hadn’t just set my entire body on fire with a single sentence. My pulse was erratic, my palms sweaty, and yet he was… composed. Cool. Untouched.And me? I was completely undone.As he drove, the quiet returned. Only this time, it wasn’t awkward, it simmered.I shifted, my thighs brushing together. The wetness between my legs had noth