Todos os capítulos de TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Ethan’s POVMy heart felt full. Truly, honestly full in a way it hadn’t been in months. Aaron was free. He went through every possible atom of shame he predicted, endured the long hard days in a prison cell and yet somehow came out the other side lighter, brighter, like someone had pulled a chain off his chest.I kept smiling. Without even intending to, a soft stupid grin had tugged at my cheeks the entire drive. I tried to wipe it off twice. But it came right back. There was something about seeing him breathe, seeing him exist in his own space as a new man shaped from the consequences of his actions that made hope feel like a living thing.Alex’s car hummed beneath us as we headed home. The night sky had settled into that warm, deep blue that always made the city look like it was holding back secrets of the universe.“I don’t want you around him.”Alex’s voice cracked through the car like a whip. No warning. No shift in tone. Just that. Loud. Hard. Sharp.My smile fell instantly.“

Ethan’s POVAlex didn’t come home until nearly four o clock in the morning.I heard the door before I saw him—the soft click, the feel of cold air rushing into the bedroom, then the uneven drag of his footsteps across the hardwood. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, my heart pounding with irritation and worry.He paused in the doorway as if surprised to see me awake.“Where were you?” My voice came out harsher than I intended. “I’ve been calling you.”Alex didn’t look at me. He didn’t even remove his coat. He walked past the bed, tossed his keys onto the dresser, and muttered, “I went out.”“That’s not an answer.”I got out of bed, crossing my arms. “You don’t get to disappear for hours after yelling at me in the car. Where did you go?”He dragged a hand through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped in deliberate exhaustion. “Ethan… can we not do this right now? I’m tired.”“Tired?” I scoffed. “You didn’t even text me. Do you know how worried I was? And why did you get s

Aaron's pov The last few weeks had been… wholesome. Peaceful in a way that felt foreign but welcome. I’d spent plenty of time with everyone—my mom, Amelia, even Connor.I still couldn’t believe we sat in his office laughing, like we hadn’t once torn each other apart. Like he hadn’t beaten the hell out of me in my own apartment. Like I hadn’t deserved every punch back then.But the ice cracked. Then melted. Then disappeared.And for the first time in years, I’d felt free to exist again.We even went to Disneyland—the three of us. My mom cried twice. Amelia forced me onto every ride. I spent over $300 on cotton candy and stuffed animals because she wanted one of each color.Everything was good.But It was time.Time to go.Time to stop pretending Texas could hold me long-term just because the people I loved were here.Even though I had achieved most of everything I wanted. Closure, forgiveness, my mother’s smile, Amelia’s hugs—I still felt a pull. A tether connecting me to something I

Aaron's pov My mother’s fingers slipped through my hair for what had to be the hundredth time in a row today. She’d been fussing like this all week, smoothing down strands that didn’t need smoothing, brushing away lint that didn’t exist, adjusting the collar of my shirt like I was leaving for prom instead of a flight.“You have everything?” she asked, voice trembling.“Ma,” I laughed softly, catching her wrist before she could start patting my chest again, “you’ve asked me that eight times.”“Well,” she tried to smile, but it looked forced, “I still don’t believe you.”Amelia sat on the couch, lip wobbling, arms crossed, her tiny foot shaking every few seconds like she was warming up for a meltdown. I knew that face. I’d seen it two years ago, right before I was locked dup for good.This time was different, but somehow… it still hurt the same.“You’re leaving again,” she wailed but the sound of her voice carried through the whole living room. Her eyes filled up before the word again

Connor's pov By the time I got home, I’d barely kicked off my shoes before my phone started buzzing.Mandy.I smiled and answered immediately, switching to video.She was curled up on her couch in her New York apartment, oversized hoodie, hair tied up, face glowing in that effortless Mandy way.“There he is,” she teased. “The man of the hour.”“Please don’t start,” I groaned, tossing my keys in the bowl by the door.She leaned closer to the camera, squinting at me. “Oh, I’m starting. I have to start. I cannot believe you actually dropped him off.”I exhaled through my nose. “Yeah, well… I did.”“You did,” she repeated, softer this time. “Connor… I’m so proud of you.”My chest tightened a little. I sat down on the couch, rubbing my hand over my jaw. “It wasn’t easy.”“I know it wasn’t easy,” she said. “He was your childhood best friend. And he hurt your family. Deeply. And you weren’t wrong to be angry, or hurt, or furious. Any human being would’ve reacted the way you did. Trust me.