Semua Bab Kissed My Ex's Brother : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena's POV Gunshots still rang in my ears as I scrambled to my feet, heart slamming wild against my ribs. The door was locked—no, no, no—but I pounded on it frantically, screaming, "Mom? Dad? What's happening?" Chaos thundered below: crashes, shouts, Mom's piercing cries cutting through the floorboards. My hands shook as I rattled the knob, tears blurring everything. Finally, with a splintering crack, the lock gave way—I'd broken free. Barefoot, I bolted down the stairs, legs wobbling, dread choking me. The living room was a nightmare. Four men in black clothes, faces masked, had turned our home into a warzone. One gripped Dad by the collar, slamming him against the wall, his gun pressed to Dad's temple. Mom was pinned in the corner by another thug's iron arm around her neck, her face streaked with tears, sobbing, "Please, let us go!" Furniture overturned, glass shattered everywhere—blood smeared the floor from where Dad must have fought back. The air reeked of fear, thick and

Adrian's POVMarco's words slammed into me like a freight train. "We found her." My blood ignited into pure fire. I jammed the knife deeper into Alex's throat, slicing just enough to make a thin trickle of blood run down his neck. "This conversation isn't over, you lying piece of shit," I snarled right in his face. "We'll pick it up later and make you regret every breath." Then I hurled him to the filthy floor like the garbage he was and bolted out the door without looking back, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. Tires screamed as I floored the gas toward the coordinates Marco had texted a rundown warehouse squatting in the worst industrial wasteland of the city. The kind of godforsaken dump overrun by massive rats, strung-out junkies, and pools of oily sludge that could melt your boots. It was a death trap, full of crumbling beams ready to collapse and air so toxic it burned your lungs. But that's exactly where these bastards would stash someone like Elena. By

Elena's POV Days melted into one another in that sterile hospital haze, filled with the steady beep of monitors and faint antiseptic smells. But bit by bit, strength started weaving its way back into my body like warm sunlight finally breaking through thick storm clouds. My liver enzymes steadying out and those awful little tremors in my hands fading into nothing more than distant memories, all because of the antidote Adrian had tracked down with a single-minded fury that still took my breath away. He hadn't left my side for even a moment, always there perched on the edge of my bed for hours on end. Adjusting the pillows behind me with those powerful hands that could snap bone if he wanted but instead handled me with this incredible gentleness, as if I were something priceless and fragile he was determined to protect at all costs. "You're starting to look so much brighter today, baby," he'd say every morning in that low, gravelly voice of his, pressing a soft kiss to m

Elena's POVSunlight poured through the penthouse windows like liquid gold, waking me tangled in sheets that still carried Adrian's scent. His arm draped heavy and possessive over my waist as he stirred beside me, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder that sent warm ripples through my skin. "Morning, gorgeous—feeling up for something special today?" he murmured, voice rough from sleep, his hand sliding up my thigh in that familiar teasing way that made my pulse quicken even before coffee. After last night's kitchen fire, every touch between us felt charged, like we were rediscovering each other inch by inch. I turned in his arms, tracing the stubble along his jaw with a smile that felt brighter than it had in weeks."Something special sounds perfect," I replied softly, nuzzling closer to his chest, breathing him in as his fingers wove through my hair. "You've spoiled me so much already—what's next on your plan to make me fall even harder?"He chuckled low, that sound vibrating thro

Adrian's POV I bolted from the study like a man on fire with my heart hammering against my ribs as that faint sob cut through the penthouse silence sharper than any blade. Every muscle in my body coiled tight because I was expecting the worst after Marcus's intel on Viktor but as I shoved the bedroom door open the sight hit me like a gut punch. Elena sat up in the middle of our king-sized bed with her knees drawn to her chest and her face buried in her hands while her shoulders shook softly under the dim lamp glow. The duvet pooled around her waist like fallen silk and her hair tumbled wild over those bare shoulders that still carried faint marks from our kitchen night. No blood no intruder just her looking fragile and needing me more than anything in that moment. Those green eyes lifted red-rimmed and watery as I crossed the room in three long strides then sank onto the mattress edge and pulled her straight into my lap without a second thought. Her body folded int