MY BIG BROTHER: A Forbidden Desire. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

ONE MONTH LATER:MARCO’S POV.“Doctor, tell me, how’s my son’s health? Is it improving?” I heard my father’s voice tremble, filled with pain and worry. He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with pity, as if I were already lost…..I was actually.“He’s improving, Sir……at least he’s better than yesterday. I assure you he’ll get better soon,” the doctor said, bowing his head slightly before leaving the ward. My father turned to me, stepping closer, his brows furrowed in anger. And for a second. I thought he was going to harm me.“Marco… ¿qué te pasa? (What’s wrong with you?)” My father’s voice cut through the air, filled with desperation. “How can you let one girl ruin everything for you? This is not who you are, Marco! This is not the son I raised!” His words felt like daggers, each one thrusting deeper into my already wounded and broken heart. I was too exhausted, too lost in my own mind to respond. Everything felt ao suffocating…It felt like I was done for….i was hopeless. Ruined

KAIN’S POV.I took a deep breath before barging into my father’s office. The door swung open, and there he was……slouched back in his chair, eyes closed as if lost in thought. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, the tip glowing faintly. He took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke in a long, deliberate stream, his expression unreadable. It was as if he were waiting for some profound insight to strike him from the depths of his own mind.“Dad,” I said, urgency creeping into my voice. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at me yet he didn’t move his body.“Look Dad, J am tired of waiting. It’s been one month, and everything is cleared. No one is looking in our direction anymore…..neither the police nor the media. We can cash out the check now before things get bad again, I really do not know what you’re waiting for. If….if you can’t do it. I will. Just hand over the check to me,” I said, my body trembling. Not from fear but anger. I was so damn tired of waiting!He took another drag from

NAYLA’S POV; (continued)I crept toward the bathroom on tiptoe, every nerve in my body screaming. The house felt wrong …… too quiet, too empty. My hand shook over the doorknob of the bathroom. For a second I wanted to run. I wanted to run and not stop until I was miles away.I pushed the door open, slowly and quietly. Then with my heart beating extremely fast, I peaked inside, scanning around but there was no one…… nothing. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, the bulbs popped on and a dozen voices shouted from behind me, “Surprise!”I jumped so hard I nearly hit the doorframe. My heart was racing. Lights, faces, color…….Roy was in the doorway, Mr. Mills beside him, the staff behind them with balloons, a small cake and gift bags. I stood there stunned, like I’d walked into a movie scene.Roy’s face went soft the second our eyes met. He took a step toward me, his eyes gleaming with joy and excitement. “Welcome home,” he said, in this low, calm voice that made my knees weak. Gosh I mused him

NAYLA’S POV:I stepped out of the tub….staring at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. I caught myself smiling…..smiling at the fact that Roy was waiting for me in the bedroom, and that I could finally feel him again. I fucking missed how hard he used to fuck me. I missed his huge cock deep inside of me.I reached to grab a towel, but I hesitated….wouldn’t it be more sexy if I walked out the door naked?……Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the door….opening it slowly as my eyes landed on Roy who leaned back on the headboard of the bed, his eyes fixed on his phone.Suddenly, his eyes drifted from his phone to me. The moment his eyes landed on me, his phone slipped off his hand, a soft gasp escaping his lips.I bit my bottom lips while I slowly walked towards him…He sat up immediately, like a dog who had just seen it’s favorite snack. MI climbed onto the bed…..crawling until I was just inches away from him. He sat there….staring at me, stunned.“Take off your clothes,” I ord

MR ALEXANDER’S POV.I stretched my hands and feet….. yawning loudly as I slowly opened my eyes to the unfamiliar, yet familiar surrounding.Did I?……Did I sleep in my living room? I don’t remember drinking last….oh! Shit, I remember. I remember falling asleep while speaking to my son Kain. Which was kind of unusual because I could have just walked up to my room.How sleepy was I that I has to sleep here in the living room. I barely fall asleep here unless I am drunk……unless!My eyes fell on the glass cup of orange juice on the coffee table….and a cold ripple ran through me. It all slowly began to click…..What if he?….what if Kain drugged me? But why would my son do that to me?Shit!……the check. I pushed myself upright. The safe. The code. My hands went cold. I’d hidden it in the safe in the closet…..but it was impossible that Kain knew the code. I mean, surely he wouldn’t know the code because he cared less about the day his mother died….. he wouldn’t easily recollect the date. It sho