Semua Bab TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Connor's POV I swear, this house just gets bigger every time I walk through it.I had to stop in the doorway like some enchanted Disney character when I awoke and made my way into the living room again. Ethan's place was a residence that seemingly had leaped out of a luxurious real-estate commercial. All corners were polished, the furniture screamed expensive, and the place had that quiet, intimidating atmosphere rich people properties have.I whistled low under my breath."My baby brother," I muttered, shaking my head. "My baby brother is living like this?"It hit me, and not in a sad way but in a terrifyingly proud, emotional, older-brother way.Ethan wasn’t a baby anymore.He had a job, responsibilities, and was somehow managing a house that had more square footage than our entire childhood neighborhood.Damn.But anyway—back to the real crisis.I had a date.And absolutely nothing to wear.I marched to Ethan’s room and dramatically pushed the door open."Ethan. Emergency."He di

Mandy’s POVThe second I cracked the door open, I saw him—Connor—standing there like he'd been carved straight out of patience and nervous energy. His hands were shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched just slightly, as if he wasn't sure whether I'd open the door or throw a shoe at him.Behind him, Ethan was waving like an excited mother hen.Great. Perfect. Zero awkwardness here.“Hey…” I whispered.Connor's face brightened, a soft, almost boyish grin spreading across his lips. "Hey. Thanks for opening the door."Ethan squeezed past him with all the subtlety of a marching band. "Finally! I was about to break your window. Anyway, Mandy, I am officially giving you my blessings, do I wish you were with anyone else yes, but can I convince this fursac to leave you alone no, so you have my blessings." He smacked Connor's back. Hard.Connor groaned, rubbing the spot. “You guys don't have any kind of romantic history, do you ?.”“EW!”“EW!”Me and Ethan shouted in perfect sync. I gagged

AARON’S POVMy phone buzzed on the table. I assumed it would be another message from Zoey asking for my approval on another overpriced napkin,but to my surprise it was Ethan.He hadn't reached out since he left, and the text was quite simple and plain Ethan; “Connor might leave today, so I'll be home latest tomorrow”Which meant that, assuming everything went right, assuming nothing pulled him behind, he would probably be home tomorrow. My hands hovered thinking of a reply, but what do you say after you made someone cry in the parking lot ?Tomorrow, he'd be home.The thought managed to loosen my chest, but only a little. Because the rest of it-the weight that had been glued to my ribs these past four days-remained, I tried to ignore the light up feeling I got at the sound of Ethan calling this place his home.And he had been silent for four days.Four days of silence, excluding the single text Ethan just sent me. Four days of replaying every moment, every threat, every mistake. Fo

ETHAN’S POVI hadn’t gone to work yesterday. Not that I could have; I’d barely gotten a full night’s sleep after Connor and I had tangled through his entire date debrief. But this morning… today was different. I had to get back to the office. There were deadlines, emails, files piling up—more than enough to remind me that life didn’t pause just because my family drama had gone off the rails.Connor, meanwhile, was leaving for Texas. Finally. God, I hated it already. Even though I teased him constantly, even though I rolled my eyes at his over-the-top behavior, I realized—I genuinely missed him.I drove him to the airport, the early morning sun spilling over the tarmac. Connor had a backpack slung over his shoulder, his hair mussed from sleeping in, and that grin that made me want to strangle him and hug him at the same time.“Ethan,” he began before I could even say anything. “You’ve got to come home for Christmas this year. I don’t care what excuse you give. Mum and Dad keep asking.

Aaron’s POVI stared at my phone screen once more.The text sat there, bold and sharp, the blinking pointer burning into my retinas like it knew my entire life was about to change.I’m so sorry, Zoey, but there’s been a lot of personal issues resulting in the cancellation of the wedding.My thumb hovered over the send button.I should send this.I really should.But my body felt frozen, like my bones had turned into ice and someone had locked me inside myself. Every time I swallowed, it felt like I was swallowing glass.Something about the way Ethan walked back into the house tonight—quiet, exhausted, still gentle—made everything in me collapse. He looked after my mom. He made sure she was okay. He came home even though he was scared and anxious. He was still trying.My chest burned.He didn't deserve what I had been doing to him.He didn’t deserve the silence, the secrets, or the way I kept pushing the truth further down like it was some rotting thing I could bury.It was unfair—unfa