Lahat ng Kabanata ng On My Brother's Bed : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Chapter 51 Rhett’s POVThe sound of my own words wouldn’t stop replaying in my head.I love her.It had slipped out like a goddamn confession, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice when I said it. For a second after Micah stormed out, I stood there frozen, my heartbeat drumming in my chest. Then the reality of what I’d just done hit me.“F*ck,” I hissed, slamming my fist into the counter. The glass of milk shook, shattering against the floor.I grabbed the edge of the counter, and dragged a hand through my hair. My reflection in the steel toaster looked nothing like me.What the hell was wrong with me?Why couldn’t I just shut the f*ck up?A maid hurried in at the sound, her hands trembling as she knelt to clean the mess. “Y-young boss, let me.”“Leave it,” I snapped.She froze mid-motion. “But sir, I-”“I said get out!” My voice came out louder than I intended. The maid scurried back, her eyes wide with terror, muttering a quick excuse as she bolted out of the kitchen.I braced b

Chapter 53Rhett’s POVSerena was back.Again.It was the fourth damn time that week she’d come prancing into the manor like she owned the place. A smug smile plastered on her lips. Every time she spoke, I wanted to shove my fist through the nearest wall.“Rhett, at least try make a joke,” she said, perched across from me in the lounge like a bored queen. “You should try it sometime. You’d look less angry. I know you're pissed.”I didn’t look up from my phone. “Maybe you should try talking less. You’d sound smarter.”I heard her exhale deeply through her nose, but I didn’t care. My thumb scrolled aimlessly through messages I wasn’t reading, waiting for her to take the hint and leave. Yet she didn’t.She never got a hint.“I brought you something,” she said after a beat, her tone sugary. “A silk tie. Thought it would look perfect for the engagement dinner coming soon.”I lifted my gaze lazily. “I’d prefer you burn it.”The silence that followed was thick, heavy. Then, like she’d just r

Chapter 55Astrid’s POVThe sunlight slipped through the curtains in lazy gold lines, scattering across Talia’s living room. I sat on the edge of her couch, staring at the small black box she held between her fingers like it was something sacred.Talia grinned, flipping it open. “So? What do you think?”Inside sat a delicate silver necklace–gleaming, with a tiny diamond pendant that caught the light like it was alive. It was beautiful.I frowned slightly. “Who’s it from?”Talia hesitated, glancing at me before looking back down. “Does it matter? It’s yours.”I raised a brow. “You just decided to buy me jewelry worth hundreds? Seriously? It's not even my birthday yet.”She gave a nervous laugh. “Maybe I just felt generous today.”I didn’t buy it. “Talia.”Her lips pressed together.“Talia, don’t lie to me.”She sighed, finally setting the box on the table. “Fine. He came here last night.”My stomach dropped. “Who?”She didn’t answer.“Talia.” My voice was low, like a warning.She met m

Chapter 57Astrid’s POV“Rhett, please, listen–”Before the words could even leave my lips, he pushed me so hard I stumbled backward, slamming into the nightstand. The lampshade rattled and crashed to the floor, scattering shards of glass at my feet.“Don’t touch me,” he spat, his voice rough, strained, but laced with venom. “What the hell are you doing here?”I froze, my throat tightening as I stared at him. The man in front of me looked like Rhett Rivers–with the same strong jawline, those hazel eyes. But his tone, the disgust curling through it, sliced right through me.“Rhett, it’s me,” I whispered, striding forward again despite the warning in his glare. “Astrid. You know me.”His face twisted as though the name burned him. “I don’t know you,” he bit out, pressing a hand to his bandaged head as though the sound itself hurt. “Get out.”“You don’t mean that.”He winced, staggering a little. “Stop,” he muttered to himself, almost like he was arguing with a voice I couldn't hear. The

Chapter 59Astrid’s POVThe room felt smaller the longer I stayed in it.The walls breathed with the echo of Rhett’s voice, and even after he’d turned his back on me, I could still feel the weight of his grip burning on my skin.He’d said I wasn’t leaving.But that didn’t stop my mind from trying, would it?I watched the rise and fall of his chest, the flicker of pain that tightened his jaw. He was lost in a war no one could see, and somehow, I was standing in the middle of it.“Rhett…” I started softly.“Don’t even say a word.” I swallowed back everything I wanted to scream.How could I, when the man standing there looked like Rhett but wasn’t the same person I’d known?I slowly rose from the bed and took a step forward. “Micah needs–”“Micah can wait,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re not leaving, Astrid. Do you understand me?”His words weren’t loud, but they carried a kind of quiet danger that made my chest ache.I nodded because arguing with him rig