All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Max's POV:Something in me tightens the moment I see them walking in together. Laughing. Giggling. Like two people who woke up sharing the same sunrise, the same breath, the same secret.It hits me in a place I didn’t even know could hurt.I know I should be happy for them. Hell, I want to be happy for them. Theo is my baby brother... the best, perfect brother out of the two of us, smart, disciplined, and successful. And Veronica… she’s someone I’ve grown to admire far more than I ever planned to. Someone I shouldn’t want, but somehow crave anyway.So yes, I should be proud of them. Supportive, even.But I didn't know why every step they take together makes something coil tighter in my chest!When they reach the breakfast table, Theo freezes for a second, probably sensing the tension that I was holding up in me.But it’s Veronica’s expression that knocks the breath out of me. The way her beautiful face shifts—her softness dissolving into seriousness... she looks too uncomfortable in m

Veronica's POV:I assumed that Theo was done... when I felt his shudder, but even after that he began to move again, slow and deliberate... as if he hadn't just poured everything into me.How was he even doing this? Most men would collapse after that kind of release... but Theo was building me up again from the start, all while his green eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger, still was love in the way he looked at me. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscles there, feeling the heat of his skin under my palms.The desk edge was biting on me, but I barely noticed; all I could focus on was the way he filled me over and over, stretching me anew each time he bottomed out.Sweat beaded on his forehead, and was trickling down his temple... but his breathing stayed even. He almost looked like he was meditating... as if this 'love-making' was just another form of yoga for him.Twenty minutes?! It had to be more than that by now... but he showed no signs of tiring down. His

Veronica's POV:I assumed that Theo was done... when I felt his shudder, but even after that he began to move again, slow and deliberate... as if he hadn't just poured everything into me.How was he even doing this? Most men would collapse after that kind of release... but Theo was building me up again from the start, all while his green eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger, still was love in the way he looked at me. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscles there, feeling the heat of his skin under my palms.The desk edge was biting on me, but I barely noticed; all I could focus on was the way he filled me over and over, stretching me anew each time he bottomed out.Sweat beaded on his forehead, and was trickling down his temple... but his breathing stayed even. He almost looked like he was meditating... as if this 'love-making' was just another form of yoga for him.Twenty minutes?! It had to be more than that by now... but he showed no signs of tiring down. His

Veronica's POV:'Love is not what you do... Love is what you are... Love never tests you... it embraces you...' I swear that I must have heard this quote somewhere on Instagram a while ago... now I totally understand the meaning of it.I dropped my phone onto the mat beside me and started walking toward the waves, my steps unsteady, dizziness washing over me as a memory from my past rose uninvited in my mind.Chase was standing across from me, fury blazing in his eyes. On the table beside me lay a neatly folded stack of laundry.“Do you have any idea what you just did?” he barked.I stared at him, stunned by his sudden anger. All I had done was wash his clothes and iron them—just like I always did. Usually, he barely noticed my effort. But I believed that, deep down, he felt loved because of my hard work. That belief had always kept me going.But this time, he was furious.“Look at this,” he snapped, holding up his limited-edition Rolex.My heart dropped. It was ruined. God… I must no

Veronica's POV:Trigger Warning: This chapter discusses past childhood trauma, family conflict, and loss. Please read with care."Until I was five years old, I was the apple of my father's eye.""He used to lift me onto his shoulders, carry me through the world like I was something precious. I remember how he would smile at me—like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Like I hung the moon and stars. I was his world, his princess, and his everything.""And then my baby brother was born. At first, I was excited. Thrilled, even. I thought I was getting a friend, a companion, someone to protect and love and teach all the things I knew. But slowly, things began to change. The shift with my father was so gradual that I didn't notice it at first—a glance that lasted a second less, a hug that ended a moment too soon.""It was like I became invisible to my father! I tried harder to get noticed. I talked more. I helped more. I behaved better. But nothing worked.""That absence ca