Lahat ng Kabanata ng TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ethan's POVThe migraine throbbed relentlessly as I drove home, each bump and turn a hammer against my skull. Lights blurred across my vision, streaks of red and yellow across the windshield. I tried to shake it off, tried to focus on something else, anything else, but my mind refused. Thoughts of Aaron gnawed at me, a bitter aftertaste I couldn’t wash away. He wouldn’t lie to me, not him. And yet… there was that nagging feeling, that uncomfortable sense that something was being held back. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was unmistakable and made me uneasy.The wedding. In just a few days. It should've felt like a celebration, but all I felt was tension. Aaron and I were legally married. Benson was up to something.And even though I thought getting married was enough he was suddenly demanding a high-profile, extravagant event before releasing anything to the company. What was he playing at? That one question alone made my stomach twist in knots. I'd been trying not to th

Aaron's POVI couldn't move.I just stood there, watching Ethan climb the stairs. Slowly. One step at a time.Until I couldn't see him anymore, only hear the faint echo of his footsteps fading into the upper floor.My whole body felt heavy, as if someone had filled my lungs with cement and then told me to breathe, anyway.Everything was heavy.It always was.He wants the truth.Where do I even start?With the marriage?Or the night I disappeared?They didn't make any sense without each other, like two barbed wires twisted together. One pulled, the other tore. And I didn't trust myself enough to say either of them correctly. Not without making everything worse. Not without losing him.God, I didn't trust myself as much as he didn't trust me.I sank into the chair behind me and dragged both hands down my face. I'd only gone to the office today for one reason-one reason-and it had nothing to do with jealousy, the kiss, or the scene I made.I just needed to make sure he heard the truth fr

Ethan's POVMy heart beat so hard, it felt like it had jumped into my ears. Every throb was loud, violent, as if trying to punch its way out through my skull. I couldn't even form words anymore. When Aaron said "I'll text you the address," all I could do was nod. When he said it again, I nodded. My throat wasn't mine; it had shut itself off, like it refused to let anything escape.What did he even mean by any of that?“I've done things I'm not proud of …Why would he say that now? Why tell me that after begging me not to leave, after looking at me like I was the last human in the universe worth holding onto?My feet automatically carried me out the door. I didn't feel myself walking. I was too numb. Too shocked. Too angry. Too. everything. My mind was a blender set on high speed.What are the things he's done which he isn't proud of?Is it related to his appearance at the office all covered in bandages?Is that why he said that he didn't want to lose me?The more I thought about it, t

Aaron’s POV I don't know when my thoughts stopped being straight lines and started turning into loose threads - thin, fraying, looping around each other so tightly that pulling one only seemed to make the whole mess worse.Maybe it started the second I remembered that Connor—Ethan's brother, my best friend—was in New York now.New York.This city, the one that had shielded me from my sins.What if we bump into each other?The thought hit me like a slap. Hard. Sharp. Unavoidable. I've spent years avoiding that possibility, pretending the world was big enough to keep us apart, that he lived on some unreachable continent where none of my choices could ever touch him. But now he's here. Breathing the same air. Walking the same streets.What if he's already seen me?What if he recognized me from the news?I've been in headlines more times than I like to remember: CEO this, business deal that, Aaron Warner seen leaving some event. Maybe he saw me. Maybe he knew.Maybe that's why he came.T

Ethan's pov The house still didn’t smell like a home.Mostly because it wasn't mine.It was one of Aaron's properties - a place he apparently bought years ago and never lived in. The walls were crisp, the furniture untouched, the kitchen practically sparkling from lack of use. But when I moved in i tried everything to make it feel less like a museum and more like… something human.So, I sprayed my deodorant everywhere.The smell of citrus clung to the air, like it was fighting for life. It helped. A little.But the fridge remained depressingly empty-not because I was lazy, but because no one had ever lived here. This house wasn't meant to be occupied. Which was a weird, uncomfortable metaphor for Aaron himself, but I refused to think about that.Still… the guilt crept up my spine.Connor had looked for Aaron for six months straight, practically tearing Texas apart. And now here I was, staying in Aaron's house, knowing he wasn't dead.Knowing exactly where he was.And not telling Co