บททั้งหมดของ The Brothers Who Found Me : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The penthouse was completely silent. Vincent’s bodyguards kept their guns pointed at Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo without shaking. Ethan stood slightly behind Sophia, not out of fear, but because he was looking for an opening. She could feel how tense he was.“You have thirty seconds,” Vincent said calmly, looking at his watch. “After that, I’ll start with the youngest and go up. Watching your family die usually helps people remember faster.”Sophia’s heart pounded. The police sirens were louder now, but still too far away to help. Detective Max and ADA Chen were stuck in a corner, unable to shoot without causing chaos. Her brothers didn’t move, but Sophia could tell they were silently communicating the way only family could.“I don’t remember!” she said, panicking. “Even with all the drugs, even with everything you did I still don’t remember where anything is!”Vincent’s smile didn’t change. “But you do, Sophia. Your dreams, the garden you keep seeing, the big oak tree, the place y

The penthouse felt different after Vincent Romano left, still tense, but not as terrifying. Sophia stayed on the sofa, her hands shaking as the adrenaline slowly faded."Ma'am," Detective Max approached gently, "are you okay? Do you need a doctor?"Before Sophia could respond, Damian was already beside her. "Let me check your pulse," he said softly, sitting next to her. "You’ve been under huge stress tonight."His touch was calm and careful as he checked her heartbeat and breathing. But Sophia could see worry in his green eyes, eyes that looked just like hers."Your heart rate is high, but that’s normal," he said quietly. "Do you feel dizzy? Sick? Any pain in your chest?""I feel…" Sophia tried to sort out her emotions. "Tired. Confused. But… relieved too? Is that strange?”"Not at all," Damian assured her. "You've been living in survival mode for months. Your body finally feels a bit safer.”ADA Chen walked over, looking serious but kind. "Mrs. Blackwood—I'm sorry, Ms. Martinez, we s

The Dante estate sat on wide, quiet land surrounded by tall trees. From the outside, the house looked strong and modern. Glass, stone, and steel blended together perfectly. Large windows wrapped around the building, glowing softly in the night, making the house feel alive instead of cold.As the SUV moved along the curved driveway, Sophia noticed how calm everything felt. The lawns were neatly trimmed. Soft lights lined the path. A small water feature reflected the glow like glass. Nothing felt loud or excessive. Everything looked planned, controlled, and peaceful.“It’s beautiful,” Sophia said quietly.Ethan smiled. “It only gets better inside.”The SUV stopped in front of a massive glass entrance. The doors slid open without a sound as they approached, and the moment Sophia stepped in, she froze.The entrance hall was open and bright. Smooth marble floors reflected the warm lights above. A floating staircase stood at the center, its glass railings glowing softly, almost like it was

Mitchell Hartwell looked exactly like what he was, a high-powered lawyer who handled six-figure cases and had Supreme Court justices on speed dial. He was tall, had silver hair, and carried himself with the confidence of someone who had never lost an important case.But when he walked into the Dante's House, Sophia noticed something different about him. He seemed… excited? Worried? She couldn’t tell."Gentlemen," he said, nodding to the brothers before turning to Sophia with a warm smile. "And you must be Sophia. I'm Mitchell Hartwell, the family's main lawyer.”"Nice to meet you," Sophia said, standing to shake his hand. "Though I have to admit, I'm terrified about what you're going to tell us."Mitchell's smile widened. "Don't be. The DNA results are exactly what we hoped they would be."Relief washed over the room. Sophia felt her knees weaken, and Damian immediately steadied her with a gentle hand on her arm."You're sure?" Alexander asked, his voice carefully controlled.“Absolut

The stylist had transformed Sophia in ways that went beyond clothes and makeup. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in her suite, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her.Her navy blue suit fit perfectly, showing power and confidence. Her hair, usually loose to hide behind, was now in a neat low bun that showed her sharp cheekbones, the same ones she saw in Alexander’s face. Her makeup was subtle but polished, and her diamond earrings added quiet elegance."You look perfect," the stylist said with genuine admiration. "Like you were born to wear Armani."But it wasn’t just the clothes. Sophia’s eyes had changed. There was a new steel in them, a determination she hadn’t had before, knowing she finally had people who would protect her, not use her.“How do you feel?” Damian asked softly, studying her carefully.“Terrified,” Sophia admitted. “But also… angry. Is that strange?”“Not at all,” he said. “Anger is healthy. It means you’re done being a victim.”“The cars are