Semua Bab The Wrong Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 16

The evening air felt heavy, as though the summer sun had refused to let go even though it was already dipping below the skyline. I had just finished a walk down the quiet streets of North Wilmore, earbuds in, pretending the outside world wasn’t buzzing with my name tied to Adrian’s. Pretending that I was still just Nova Ashton, ordinary college freshman on break, not… whatever this thing was.Ariana had gone out with some of her friends, leaving me alone. I wasn’t sure if I liked the silence. It left too much room for thoughts I didn’t want — Adrian’s words replaying, the sparks in my stomach, and the whispers online that made me feel both untouchable and exposed at the same time.I stepped onto the porch, about to head inside, when I saw him.Bruno Castellane.Leaning against a sleek black car like he’d been carved into the twilight. Dark hair combed back, easy smile flashing like nothing between us had been broken. He was dressed in a casual button-down, sleeves rolled up, expensive

The first night in Adrian Castellane’s penthouse felt like stepping into a hotel that didn’t want me there. The sheets smelled of crisp linen and something expensive I couldn’t name. The walls were bare except for sharp-edged modern art that looked like it cost more than my mom’s annual salary. I’d fallen asleep after staring out the massive glass window at the city lights, pretending not to think about Bruno’s smug face or Adrian’s protective snarl when he’d told him to back off.And now, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows like it owned me.I dragged myself up with a groan, padding barefoot into the silent hallway. Everything gleamed. The penthouse was quiet in a way that pressed against my chest — like a library where even breathing too loudly would get you fined.Then I heard it.A low, throaty huff.I froze halfway into the kitchen. Standing in the middle of the glossy marble floor was a massive dog — black coat gleaming, chest broad, ears perked as if he’d been

The first night in Adrian Castellane’s penthouse felt like stepping into a hotel that didn’t want me there. The sheets smelled of crisp linen and something expensive I couldn’t name. The walls were bare except for sharp-edged modern art that looked like it cost more than my mom’s annual salary. I’d fallen asleep after staring out the massive glass window at the city lights, pretending not to think about Bruno’s smug face or Adrian’s protective snarl when he’d told him to back off.And now, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows like it owned me.I dragged myself up with a groan, padding barefoot into the silent hallway. Everything gleamed. The penthouse was quiet in a way that pressed against my chest — like a library where even breathing too loudly would get you fined.Then I heard it.A low, throaty huff.I froze halfway into the kitchen. Standing in the middle of the glossy marble floor was a massive dog — black coat gleaming, chest broad, ears perked as if he’d been