Kissed My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Adrian’s POV The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the mansion, but the usual calm I felt at home was replaced by a quiet tension. Annie’s sudden arrival last night had shifted everything. She was family — blood — and yet she had shown up broken, pregnant, and desperate. I hadn’t slept much, my mind replaying her tearful story and the bruises on her neck. No woman in my family should ever have to endure that. I got up early, careful not to wake Elena, and went downstairs. The staff had already prepared breakfast. The aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the air. Elena’s mother, Mrs. Carter, was in the kitchen, bustling around with her usual warmth. She had insisted on making a special breakfast for Annie. “Good morning, Adrian,” Mrs. Carter said with a gentle smile as she saw me. “I made extra. Annie needs proper nourishment, especially in her condition. Poor girl looked so tired last night.” I nodded, grateful for her kindness. “Thank you. She’s been

Elena’s POVThe Lumina Women’s Center had only been open for a week, but it already felt like a living, breathing thing. Every day, more women found their way through our doors. Some came quietly, heads down, clutching bags with everything they owned. Others arrived with hesitant hope in their eyes, like they couldn’t quite believe a place like this existed for them. I stood at the reception desk that morning, watching a new group of three women sign in, and felt a quiet sense of purpose settle in my chest.This was why I had fought so hard to heal. This was why I had pushed myself to create something good from the pain I had survived.Liam, my assistant, handed me a fresh stack of intake forms. “We’re at capacity for counseling slots today,” he said with a warm smile. “You’re changing lives, Elena. Keep going.”I smiled back, but my heart was already focused on the young woman who had just walked in. She looked no older than twenty-four, with tired eyes and a small bruise fading

Third Person POVThe mansion buzzed with its usual quiet rhythm that evening. The sun had set an hour ago, leaving the sky a deep indigo. Inside, life moved on in its comforting, familiar patterns.Elena was in the sunroom, reviewing the latest intake forms from the Lumina Women’s Center. A few new women had joined that week, and she was personally following up on their progress. Her arm was out of the sling now, though she still moved it carefully. Adrian had been insistent on her not overworking, but she found joy in the work — helping others find their strength gave her a sense of purpose she had never felt before.In the study, Adrian and Enzo were deep in conversation about a new legitimate business expansion — a chain of boutique wellness resorts. Adrian leaned over the table, pointing at architectural plans, while Enzo made notes on his tablet. Their voices were low but focused, the kind of partnership that had kept their empire stable for years.Lila was in the living room w

Third Person POVFour months had slipped by quietly, like sand through an hourglass.The mansion had found a new, gentle rhythm. Elena’s Lumina Women’s Center was thriving, with more women finding safety and support every week. Adrian had thrown himself into supporting her work while keeping a watchful eye on their expanding legitimate businesses. Enzo and Lila were deep in wedding planning, their love story slowly weaving into the fabric of everyday life. And Annie — sweet, resilient Annie — had become an integral part of the family.Today marked the beginning of her eighth month of pregnancy.The ultrasound a few weeks earlier had brought tears of joy and shock to everyone. Twins. Two healthy, strong heartbeats. Annie had sat in the doctor’s office, hands trembling on her rounded belly, whispering, “Two… I’m going to have two babies.” Elena had held her hand tightly, Lila had cried happy tears, and Adrian and Enzo had exchanged stunned but proud glances. The news had brought a fres

Third Person POVThe mansion was bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, but inside Elena’s study, the air felt heavy. She had been working on the Lumina Women’s Center’s upcoming fundraiser for hours, reviewing budgets, volunteer schedules, and the personal stories of the women they had helped so far. The work was fulfilling, but the weight of responsibility was starting to press on her. Her arm still ached from the old injury, and the stress of balancing recovery, the center, and her relationship with Adrian was quietly building.She stood up to stretch, but the room suddenly tilted. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred, and a sharp, tight pain bloomed in her chest. She grabbed the edge of the desk, breathing shallowly.“Elena?” Adrian’s voice came from the doorway. He had come home early, intending to surprise her with flowers. The bouquet dropped from his hand the moment he saw her pale face and unsteady stance.“Adrian…” she whispered, her knees buckl