All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Veronica's POV:Theo was getting ready to go out to the museum when I decided to have a little fun with him.I'd been feeling playful all morning... that intoxicated energy our sex was still there in me. And I wanted to see if I could break through Theo's will again and crack the 'self-control image that he was maintaining so effortlessly.So I chose the white sleeveless dress. It was very revealing, the neckline plunging deeper than anything I'd normally wear in public. The fabric was thin and clinging, and it barely reached mid-thigh, showing off my legs in a way that this dress was more bedroom than museum-appropriate.White was his favorite color, he'd mentioned once. He'd said it as pure, clean, associated with the crown chakra and spiritual awakening. I wondered if he'd still find it so spiritual when I was wearing it like this.I walked out of the bathroom and watched Theo's reaction with satisfaction.His green eyes widened when he looked at me, his gaze traveling from my face

Veronica's POV:I almost gave up on the brothers on the flight back to California.We were boarding a commercial flight... apparently the Ashford private jet was still under maintenance, forcing the billionaire brothers to fly like normal people.I ended up stuck in the middle seat, wedged between Theo by the window and Max on the aisle.And they looked as cold as stone... refusing to even look at each other.Theo had his noise-canceling headphones on, eyes closed in what was probably meditation but looked a lot like avoidance. Max was staring at the seat-back screen, scrolling through movie options without actually selecting anything, and his jaw was tight.The tension between them was suffocating me. And I just couldn't take it anymore.Halfway through the flight, I undid my seatbelt and excused myself to use the restroom, desperate for even five minutes away from their arctic silence.On my way back to my seat, a pretty flight attendant who looked blonde, perfectly made-up, the kin

Veronica's POV:Theo came home at nine in the morning, looking completely wrecked.He hadn't come home at night at all. I knew because I'd stayed up waiting, dozing on the couch... jumping at every sound that might be him returning.But he never did. He'd just sent a brief text around 3 AM... Still working. Don't wait up.Now he stood in the doorway of the beach house, with his shirt wrinkled and untucked... his usually neat blonde hair a mess, dark circles under his green eyes.Poor thing! He had too many sleepless nights in a row, making him look like he'd aged five years in the past week."Theo," I said, rushing to him. "You look terrible.""Thanks," he said with a weak attempt at humor. "That's exactly what every man wants to hear from a beautiful girl..."I wanted to chuckle at that... but I just couldn't...I guided him to the kitchen, settling him at the dining table while I rummaged through the fridge.I found some orange juice and mixed in electrolyte powder, creating somethi

Veronica's POV:"Father is just coming up with new ways to torture us," Theo sighed, scrolling through the email on his phone with an expression of pure dread."What now?" Max asked, leaning over to read the screen."He's the host of the Debutante Ball this year," Theo said, his voice flat. "And he expects us both to take the lead on organizing it."Max let out a long groan. "This is exactly why I never worked for him, you know. Now see what happens? Dad's already assigning us impossible projects. The Debutante Ball is a nightmare... six hundred guests, sponsor coordination, the presentation ceremony, managing all those socialite families and their expectations..."Theo slumped back on the couch, looking more defeated than I'd seen him since he'd gotten proper rest. "Our beach days are over, brother. We need to go back to New York and handle this.""But Veronica... you can stay here if you wish... you know, you still can't see your father," Theo said hesitantly."No, I am ready now,"

Max's POV:I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my baby brother for real.Ever since this whole triangle situation had begun, I'd avoided this exact discussion as much as possible. Pushed it away, told myself we had time, that Veronica would eventually choose, and we'd deal with the fallout then.But now it seemed like we'd reached a breaking point... and there was no more avoiding it."What do you even mean by this?" Theo asked. "That we both make the choice for her?""Of course we should," I said. "This way she won't feel guilty for rejecting one of us. Don't you see? That's why she's stuck with us. She cares about both of us too much to hurt either one."Theo ran his hand through his blonde hair, that gesture he always made when he was stressed. "But what if we make the choice and she starts resenting it? We can't just decide something this important without knowing her heart fully. What if we choose wrong?"He stiffened at that."You're right, brother," he said q