Semua Bab Craving my ex-husband’s twin brother : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ryan’s POVI paced the room like a caged animal, my footsteps echoing off the cold marble floor. Back and forth. Back and forth. My thoughts were a mess—sharp, loud, impossible to shut up. Ever since that night… ever since I’d almost been caught by the police while trying to sneak Aria away, rest had abandoned me completely. Sleep came in fragments. Peace didn’t come at all.I kept seeing it in my head—the flashing lights, the panic, Kian showing up like some damn hero at the last minute. I clenched my jaw, my hands curling into fists at my sides. That bastard. He had ruined everything.That was why I’d hired a spy.If I couldn’t move openly, then I’d move smart. I needed to know every step Kian took. Every breath Aria breathed. I needed to stay ten steps ahead, not behind. So I paid good money for someone to watch them, to report back to me, no matter how small the detail.But now?Nothing.I checked my phone for the tenth time in five minutes. No missed calls. No messages. My chest

Kian’s ’s POVThe meeting dragged on longer than I expected, but I kept my focus sharp.The Westfield investors sat across the long glass table, flipping through digital files as we discussed the details of our latest real estate expansion project—The Aurora Towers, a high-end residential and commercial complex we were developing on the outskirts of the city. I explained projected returns, sustainability features, and our phased construction plan. They asked questions about risk management, timelines, and market demand, and I answered each one calmly, confidently.In the end, they seemed satisfied.“We’re impressed, Mr. Xavier,” one of them said as he stood up. “This project has great potential.”“Thank you,” I replied, standing as well. “We’ll make sure it exceeds expectations.”We shook hands, one after the other, and soon they were escorted out by my assistant. The conference room finally emptied, leaving behind only silence and the faint hum of the air conditioner.I walked back

Kian’s POVThe color drained from Ryan’s face the moment the question left my mouth.For a split second, he looked like a man caught in a trap—eyes wide, lips parting, breath hitching. Then the denial came, fast and frantic.“Me? No—why the hell would I do that?” he stammered, wiping his sweaty palms against his trousers. “If I was the one behind it, why would I come here that day? Why would I accuse you of not being able to take care of Aria? Why would I say all those things to your face?”I studied him carefully.His voice was loud, and too defensive. His words tumbled over each other, desperate to sound logical, but the confusion in his eyes didn’t convince me. If anything, it only deepened my suspicion.I glanced at Aria.She was staring at him too, her brows slightly drawn together, her lips pressed tight. She looked just as unconvinced as I was.I turned back to Ryan. “Or maybe,” I said calmly, “you did all that so no one would ever suspect you.”Ryan’s head snapped up. “No!” he

Aria’s POVMorning crept in softly. Warm sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting lazy golden lines across the room. The sheets were tangled around my legs, still warm, still carrying the weight of last night—the way Kian had held me, the way his presence had wrapped around me like a promise. For a brief moment, I smiled to myself, eyes still heavy with sleep.Then I realized something was different.The bed beside me was empty.I stirred, lifting myself slightly on my elbow, my heart giving a small, confused jump. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of movement. My gaze drifted toward the mirror and that’s when I saw him.Kian stood in front of it, already dressed in a crisp suit, his broad shoulders squared as he adjusted his tie with calm, practiced precision. His face was composed, and focused. I blinked, fully awake now.“Kian?” my voice came out soft, a little startled. “Where are you going?”He turned immediately, his stern expression melting the sec

Kian’s POVThe seconds after the investors spoke felt stretched—thin and tight, like a wire pulled too far.For the first time in a long while, my composure cracked. Just slightly. My jaw tightened as my heart picked up its pace, thudding hard against my ribs. I kept my back straight, my face calm, but inside, my thoughts were racing.What’s the decision?I forced myself to breathe evenly, my gaze fixed on the panel as I waited. I had trained myself for moments like this—moments where everything hung on silence.Then the man spoke.“There will be a final stage.”A ripple of shock moved through the room.Murmurs followed instantly, confused and unsettled. This wasn’t part of the original plan. I felt my brows draw together slightly.A final stage?So there was more.For a brief second, uncertainty crept in but I crushed it just as quickly. Whatever this was, I was ready. I hadn’t come this far to falter now.The investor continued, his voice calm and authoritative.“However, only two