All Chapters of TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

CONNOR’S POV “Wait… what do you mean Alex proposed?”I didn’t realize I’d stood up until everyone turned to stare at me.My drink nearly slipped out of my hand.“You’re getting married?”The word tasted wrong in my mouth. Sharp. Bitter.Ethan smiled—except it didn't look real or happy, It was shaky. Small. Forced.Like even he wasn’t sure of it.For a moment, I swear I felt the floor tilt.No. No, no. This is insane.“You can’t marry someone you barely know.”But Ethan’s eyebrows pulled together. “I can marry whoever I want to marry, Connor. You don’t have a say in that.”That stung more than it should have.“That's not fair,” I muttered. “I’m not trying to control you—I'm just saying I don’t think you should marry someone you’re not even sure about.”Ethan blinked at me like I had slapped him.“Connor—”“Do you even love him?”The question shot out of me before I could stop it.My mother grabbed my forearm gently—firm enough to make me shut up.“Connor,” she warned, “don’t be a moth

Ethan’s POV“I still can’t believe you’re getting married,” Mandy beamed at me, practically vibrating with so much joy and excitement.She had burst into the house this morning — literally. One second I was brushing my teeth, the next I heard a shriek, my name, and then Mandy barreled into me like a flying koala. I genuinely thought I peed my pants a little. She didn’t even tell me she was coming to Texas. She just… showed up at my doorstep Like a hurricane with lip gloss and chaos.But that was the thing about Mandy — no matter how long it had been, she snapped right back into my life like she’d only left yesterday.We sat on the living-room floor, crossed-legged like two kids during a playdate, our drinks sweating on the coffee table.“So,” she said, nudging me with her shoulder, “tell me everything about the proposal. Everything, Ethan.Don't you dare leave out on me”I smiled, but it felt shaky even to me. “It was… nice.”“Nice?” Her nose scrunched up, in that cute adorable way. “

Aaron’s POV It had been two days since Pearl sat on the other side of that scratched prison glass and whispered the sentence that had been drilling a hole in the back of my mind ever since. Destroy me all over again.? What the hell did that mean. I should’ve ignored her the second she walked in. I tried to. But it was too late, I could only walk out on her before she could say another word, because I refused, absolutely refused to let Benson get one more inch inside my head. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Because now I couldn’t think of anything else. The cement wall opposite my bunk felt like it was closing in, and all I could do was sit there and replay her voice over and over again. What the hell did she mean by that? What could Benson possibly want? He’d already taken everything half my company, my reputation. He’d dragged my name through the mud so thoroughly I wasn’t even sure I’d recognize myself when I got out. I was in jail. I had already paid the highest price

ETHAN’S POVI was practically tripping down the steps, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. Late again. I hated being late, but somehow, mornings like this had a way of sabotaging even my best intentions. My mom appeared at the bottom of the stairs, waving something in her hand.“Ethan! Morning!” she called, smiling.“Morning,” I mumbled, hurriedly straightening my tie.She held out a small envelope. “You’ve got mail.”I blinked at her, mind still half-asleep. “Mail?”“Yeah. I think you should take it with you. Might be important.”I grunted, snatching it from her. “Thanks, Mom. I really need to—”“Will you look at it when you get home?” she asked.“No, I’ll… I’ll just take it with me,” I said quickly. I wanted to get out the door before I ran out of time.She frowned but didn’t argue. “Just… don’t forget it, okay?”I rushed out, ignoring her voice calling after me. “I’ll take care of it!”******The moment I got to work, the mail got forgotten entirely. It landed o

Ethan’s POVI stared at the screen.Lines of code.Error messages.Three different diagnostic tabs open.None of it was sinking in.I’d been fidgeting with this dumb computer for almost thirty minutes, pretending the bug was the problem—pretending the files refusing to load were the reason my chest felt tight and my head felt cloudy.But that wasn’t it.It was the letter.The damn letter sitting in the trash bin beside my desk like a crime I committed.I pushed my chair back and rubbed at my face. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself. “It’s just a letter.”But that was the problem.It wasn’t just a letter.It was from a letter from Aaron.And ever since Alex opened it and freaked out, ever since he made those comments about the “past” and “moving forward,” the guilt had been sitting in my stomach like a stone.But why would Aaron write to me?Why now?Why after a whole year of silence?I picked up my coffee mug, took a sip, and set it down again. I couldn’t focus. My brain refu