Kissed My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Elena’s POVI was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.Suddenly, the book was snatched right out of my hands.“Adrian!” I yelped, jumping up from the sofa.He stood there with a big, mischievous grin on his face, holding my book high above his head like a trophy.“‘His strong hands roamed her body like he owned every inch of her soul’?” he read aloud in a deep, dramatic voice, raising one eyebrow. “Baby, is this what you’ve been reading the whole time while I was working? These are some very detailed scenes.”My face instantly turned bright red. I jumped up, trying to grab th

Adrian’s POVThe hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and fear. I had been sitting in the same chair for hours, staring at the closed ICU door like it held my entire future. My hands were still stained with Elena’s blood. I hadn’t washed them. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.The doctor had said she was in critical condition — severe concussion, fractured arm, internal bleeding, and multiple deep lacerations. She was unconscious. The next twenty-four hours were crucial.I felt like I was suffocating.The sound of hurried footsteps made me look up. Elena’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, were rushing down the corridor, their faces pale with exhaustion and terror.“Adrian!” Mrs. Carter called out, her voice trembling.I stood up slowly. The moment I saw them, the wall I had been holding up for hours finally crumbled.“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I couldn’t protect her. I failed her.”Mr. Carter placed a firm hand on my shoulder, though his own eyes were red. “Tell us

Enzo’s POV I couldn’t stay inside that hospital any longer. The sterile smell, the constant beeping of machines, and the heartbreaking sight of Adrian — my brother, the strongest man I knew — completely shattered and crying beside Elena’s bed was tearing me apart. I had never seen him like that. Not once in all our years together. He looked like a man who had lost his entire world. It broke my heart. Lila stood beside me, her hand tightly gripping mine, her eyes red from crying. She looked at me with worry, but I couldn’t stay. I needed to act. I needed to do something. “I’m going to bring Aunt to safety,” I told her quietly. “She called for help. Sofia attacked her too.” Lila’s eyes widened with concern. “Be careful, Enzo. Please. Sofia is completely unhinged right now.” I pulled her into a tight hug, burying my face in her hair for a moment. Her presence grounded me. “I’ll be back soon. Stay with Adrian. He needs you right now.” I left the hospital with four of my most tru

Adrian’s POVThe hospital room had slowly become a place of quiet hope instead of pure fear. Three days after the explosion, Elena was stable enough to be moved to a private room. She was still weak, her movements slow and careful, but she was awake more often now. The cuts on her face were healing, though the faint red lines remained as painful reminders of that night.I hadn’t left her side except for brief moments. Sleep felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blast again — the flames, the smoke, Elena’s body being thrown through the air. The guilt was a constant weight on my chest.Elena’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, had been staying at the mansion but came to the hospital every day. Today, they arrived carrying a thermos of fresh homemade soup and some soft fruits.Mrs. Carter smiled warmly as she entered the room. “We brought chicken soup again. The doctor said light food is good for her.”Elena, propped up against pillows, gave a tired but

Adrian’s POVThe afternoon light was softer today, filtering through the half-drawn curtains of our bedroom like a gentle promise. Elena was sitting up against a mountain of pillows I had arranged for her, her fractured arm resting in a sling. She looked fragile but alive — the most beautiful sight I had seen in days. The cuts on her cheek and forehead were healing into faint lines, but they still twisted something painful inside my chest every time my eyes landed on them.I sat beside her on the bed, carefully feeding her small bites of the fresh fruit salad her mother had prepared. She tried to take the fork from me, but I gently pushed her hand away.“Let me,” I said softly. “You’re still weak. Just rest.”Elena sighed but gave in, opening her mouth for the next bite. “You’ve barely slept, Adrian. You look worse than I do. I’m worried about you.”I set the bowl aside for a moment and cupped her face with both hands, my thumbs brushing lightly over her uninjured skin. “You were un