Kissed My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Adrian’s POVThe mansion felt unusually quiet when I returned home that evening. The soft glow of the lamps in the hallway welcomed me, but my mind was far away — still stuck in that cold observation room where Sofia’s mother had fallen to her knees, begging for her daughter’s life.I loosened my tie as I walked upstairs, my footsteps heavy. The image of that broken woman crying, her hands clutching mine, kept replaying in my head. “She’s still my daughter,” she had said. “Please… give her one last chance.”I pushed open the bedroom door gently. Elena was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows, reading a book. The moment she saw me, her face softened with relief and love.“You’re back,” she said, closing the book and setting it aside.I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in mine. Her skin was still a little pale, but the color was slowly returning. The cuts on her cheek and forehead were healing, though they still made my chest tighten with guilt every tim

Third Person POVSix months had passed since the explosion that nearly tore their lives apart.Time had worked its quiet magic. Elena had recovered fully, though the faint scars on her cheek and forehead remained as gentle reminders of that terrible night. She had grown stronger, more radiant, and her relationship with Adrian had deepened into something even more unbreakable. Lila, too, had healed — not just physically, but emotionally. The fear that once shadowed her eyes had slowly faded, replaced by a cautious but genuine hope.Sofia’s journey had been the biggest surprise of all.After months in a high-security psychiatric facility under strict supervision, she had shown real signs of improvement. The doctors were impressed by her progress. She had begun therapy sessions, taken her medication consistently, and started acknowledging the depth of her obsession and the pain she had caused. While no one fully trusted her yet, everyone agreed that she was changing — slowly, but sin

Elena’s POVA few days had passed since I first shared my vision with Adrian, and today felt like the true beginning of something meaningful. I stood outside the small but beautifully renovated office building in a quiet, safe neighborhood. The sign above the door read “Lumina Women’s Center” in elegant, soft lettering. My heart raced as I stared at it. This place was mine — a safe space where women could find support, strength, and a chance to rebuild their lives. It wasn’t large, but it was warm, welcoming, and filled with hope. Light colors on the walls, comfortable seating areas, private counseling rooms, and a small resource library. I had poured my heart into every detail.Liam, my assistant for the design work, had been incredible. He had taken over almost all of my ongoing design projects so I could focus completely on this. “Don’t worry about the clients,” he had told me yesterday with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got everything covered. You go change lives, Elena. I’ll han

Third Person POVAdrian stood in the walk-in closet of their bedroom, searching for a particular tie Elena had mentioned earlier. His hand brushed against a small, old photo album tucked behind some boxes. Curious, he pulled it out and flipped it open.One group photo immediately caught his eye.It was Elena in high school — younger, with that same bright, innocent smile. She was standing in a group of friends, but her position was noticeably close to a tall boy beside her. Their shoulders were touching, and she was laughing at something he was saying, looking comfortable and happy next to him.Adrian’s jaw tightened. A sharp, irrational wave of jealousy surged through him.When Elena walked into the room a few minutes later, she froze at the sight of the album in his hands.“Adrian… where did you find that?” she asked, her voice suddenly shy.He held up the group photo, his eyes dark. “Who is this guy standing so close to you?”Elena’s cheeks flushed. She walked closer, taking the

Adrian’s POVJust as we were about to head inside, the doorbell rang downstairs — sharp and unexpected at this hour. I tensed instantly, my body going on alert.“Who could that be?” I murmured, my hand instinctively moving to Elena’s waist.We both looked toward the entrance, the peaceful moment suddenly broken by the unknown arrival. My mind immediately went to security protocols. At this time of night, unannounced visitors were never good news.I motioned for Elena to stay back and walked down the stairs with cautious steps. Enzo was already at the door, checking the security feed on his phone. He looked at me, his expression unreadable.“It’s a woman,” he said quietly. “She says she’s family.”I frowned and opened the door myself.Standing on the threshold was a woman I hadn’t seen in almost eight years. My cousin, Annie — my father’s brother’s daughter. She looked exhausted, her face pale, eyes swollen from crying. She was noticeably pregnant, her hand resting protectively on her