บททั้งหมดของ FOUR SHADES OF DREY: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Chapter 110AureliaThe heavy silence that settled over the penthouse over the next two days was suffocating, and I was quickly realizing that I absolutely hated it.When I first set my plan into motion, I thought breaking their bond would be a slow, satisfying victory, but watching the four of them wander through the rooms like distant ghosts was turning into an utter nightmare. The warm, chaotic energy that used to fill the living room was completely gone, replaced by clipped greetings, silent hallways, and an uncomfortable tension that made the entire house feel entirely dead.Drayton no longer cracked jokes or made a scene in the kitchen, Dreyden spent almost all his time locked away in his private study behind shut doors, Dreyven walked around with a dark, defeated look in his eyes, and Dreylen retreated so far into his usual quiet corner that he barely seemed present at all.It was infuriating because their misery wasn't opening any doors for me to manipulate them further. If a

Chapter 112AureliaThe door clicked shut behind Dreyden and I stared at it. For several seconds, I didn't move. Not that I could.My legs remained useless beneath the blanket, and I couldn't feel my hands resting wherever they had been left, but right then, I barely noticed any of it.All I could think about was what had almost happened.Dreyden had almost kissed me. And I had almost let him. If he hadn't pulled away, I would have kissed him.The realisation hit me so suddenly that my chest tightened. I turned my eyes towards the ceiling.My heart was beating so fast that I could feel every hard thud against my chest.I swallowed and tried to slow my breathing. But it didn't work.What was wrong with me? I had spent years waiting for the chance to make these men suffer........I barely slept that night. Not because of what almost happened with Dreyden, but because I needed to look for a way to make sure something like that wouldn't repeat itself again.I knew what I needed to do. I

Chapter 114AureliaThe boys and I have been in a constant flirty mood.I'm sure Sienna would have believed it was all part of my plan if she was here.But it actually wasn't. I was growing closer to them despite how much I hated it. The worst was the flirting, it wasn't disrespectful. It was just something we caught ourselves doing whenever we were alone. Never together. If I was alone with Dreyton, we'd end up either flirting with each other or almost kissing.I can't count the number of times we'd almost kiss. I and all four of them.Isn't that stupid? Imagine almost kissing four different guys that looks alike. And the funniest thing is, I never see them as the other.When I'm with Dreyven, my heart knows I'm with Dreyven.It sounds stupid and I can't even explain.How do I explain that it feels like my heart had created a room for four different people to fit. And no one feels more perfect than the other. They all feel perfect.Fuck. This wasn't the plan. I need to stay on the

Chapter 116AureliaLifting my hand for the first time felt like winning a war nobody else could see.It happened on a Tuesday, three days after the finger. Marta had me sitting up against a mountain of pillows, my arm resting on a folded towel across my lap, and she wasn't even touching me that time. She was just watching, arms crossed, waiting."Try lifting it off the towel," she said. "Just an inch. Don't force it. Let it happen."I stared down at my hand the way I'd stared at it every day for weeks now, willing it awake. Nothing for a long moment. Then, slow and trembling, my fingers curled and my whole hand rose off the towel, maybe two inches, shaking so hard it looked like it might fall apart mid-air.I held it there for three full seconds before it dropped back down, and the room exploded.Drayton let out a whoop loud enough that a maid two floors down probably heard it. Dreylen actually laughed, a real laugh, rare enough that Drayton stopped celebrating just to stare at him

Chapter 118I should have said something cold. I should have pulled out the old anger and used it as armor. I could blame him for everything. Instead, I looked at his face in the low terrace light, at the tired lines and guilty eyes, and I said, "You might."He looked up. The whole night seemed to stop.His hand moved to the arm of my chair, close to mine but not touching. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of it. His eyes dropped to my lips, and mine dropped to his, and for a moment I was sure this was it."Dreyven," I said."I know." He swallowed hard. "I know."He stood, gently pulled the blanket higher around my shoulders, and pushed me back inside without another word.That night, alone in my bed, I stared at the ceiling and let the questions I'd been avoiding finally rise to the surface.Why did they always stop?Every time. Every single time, they came close enough to touch, and then one of them pulled away with some gentle excuse. And they all did it in the same caref