All Chapters of Craving my ex-husband’s twin brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kian's POV It had been a few days since the accident, and though the bruises were healing slowly, the dull ache in my arm was a constant reminder of Ryan’s madness. I’d decided to work from home until I felt fully capable of returning to the office. All papers, emails, meetings, everything was taken care of from the comfort of my study. I was typing up a report when a soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” I said, not looking up. The door creaked open, and Aria stepped inside, holding a small bowl. “Um… I brought you something sweet,” she said, almost like she was unsure of her own words. “They say it helps boost energy… and maybe even helps wounds heal faster…” Her tone wasn’t exactly casual, there was a slight hesitation, a subtle shyness behind it, like she wasn’t sure if bringing me anything was even the right move. I understand why she acts this way, she still feels slightly nervous around me. Especially since I'm her ex-husband’s twin brother, she's trying to

Kian's POVMy body went still.The words replayed in my head like a gunshot ringing too loud to ignore— “I’ll make sure that woman in your house pays for all of this.”My jaw clenched as the weight of the threat sank in. What did he mean? Had he done something to her?My fists balled at my sides, nails digging into my palm. I could feel the heat crawling up my spine, rage burning under my skin.What if Aria was in danger? What if he had already done something?I knew this man. I knew exactly what he was capable of. That wasn’t just a threat, it was a promise, one he could easily deliver on without hesitation.I turned around sharply, my breath hitching. “What do you mean? What have you done to her?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended, filled with panic.His lips curved into bitter smile. That cold, proud smile that never reached his eyes.“Funny,” he said, “the moment I mentioned that woman, you started shaking and panicking.” He gave a low, amused scoff. “But you didn’t he

Kian’s POVThe door crashed open beneath my force, slamming against the wall with a thunderous bang. My breath caught.She was lying on the floor.“Aria?” The name tore from my throat, raw and panicked.She was sprawled motionless, ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, her head hanging unnaturally to the side like a discarded doll. My heart lurched, then began to pound so loudly it echoed in my ears. Blood rushed to my head. Everything else faded.I was at her side in seconds, dropping to my knees so fast they cracked against the floor. My hands fumbled to untie the ropes, as my fingers trembled.“Aria!” I pulled her into my arms, cradling her head gently against my chest. Her skin was clammy and cold. Her face looked too pale, lips tinged faintly blue. “Aria, wake up,” I whispered, then louder. “Wake up!”I tapped her cheeks. But she still didn't move.A spike of dread pierced my chest. My breathing quickened—ragged and shallow as if I couldn’t get enough air.“Please,” I rasped.

My body went still, the moment Kian's lips were on mine. I didn’t see it coming. One second I was breaking apart, trying to make sense of everything, then I suddenly felt his lips pressing softly against mine, and the world around me just seemed to stop.My eyes widened, as my heart began to beat faster and louder than usual in my chest. What is he doing? Why is Kian kissing me?I was overwhelmed already because of everything that had happened—the fear, the trauma, the pain—I only wanted to release it somehow, to cry, to speak, to breathe. But this... this wasn’t what I expected.My mind screamed that it was wrong. It's so wrong. Kian was my ex-husband’s twin brother. This crossed every possible line, every unspoken rule I had tried to hold onto. We shouldn’t be doing this. The thought of his lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine, even as my heart raced with panic.I pushed against his chest, trying to break free from his embrace. But Kian's hold on me was too strong, his arms l

Kian's POVAria sat up in bed with that same pout she’d been wearing since yesterday. I sat beside her, watching her sulk like a child denied candy. For the past few days, I’d been here, making sure she was okay, ensuring she had everything she needed. But today, she wasn’t having it.“I’m tired of staying here,” she muttered, crossing her arms as she looked away from me. “I want to go home.”I sighed, adjusting the sleeves of my shirt as I pulled the chair closer to the bed. “You’re not leaving until the doctor says you’re fit to,” I said, trying to keep my tone firm but gentle. “Besides, he already said you’ll be discharged tomorrow. Just hold on one more day.”She didn’t respond at first. Her shoulders slumped, and she lowered her gaze, clearly disappointed. Her lips pressed into a thin line, like she wanted to argue but didn’t have the energy for it. I knew she felt irritated staying in this hospital for too long. I didn’t blame her. But I couldn’t risk her going home too soon, no