Accidentally His: My Brother Stole My Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

REVA I had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around me, when a knock came at the door. Frowning, I glanced at the clock, wondering who it was. Levi should still be getting ready; he shouldn’t be here yet. Tightening my towel, I answered the door to find a woman smiling brightly, holding two bags. “Hi!” she chirped. “You must be Reva?” I nodded, confused. “Uh, yes. That’s me.” “Great!” she said, her smile widening. “I’m Lena, a makeup artist. Mr. Price sent me to get you ready for dinner--hair and makeup, the works!” My lips parted, but no words came out, needing a moment to process what she just said before I eventually managed a polite smile and let her in. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I’d told Levi my hair would take time, adding that I’d had it done earlier, and I couldn’t believe he went and did this. How did he even manage when I couldn’t set it up for myself earlier? “Oh my God, this man,” I muttered to myself, turning to Lena as she s

NIK The world went quiet for a moment, and everything else faded into static at the sight of Reva in Price’s arm, looking like she had always belonged by his side. How the hell was she even here with him, of all people? And how was she looking… like this? In five years together, I’d never seen her look so beautiful or so painfully confident--like she’d tapped into some new strength. My eyes followed them as they were ushered to seats at the next table. Price pulled out her chair, and she sat down gracefully. Then he kissed her cheek. My eyes widened. What am I looking at? The last time I checked, they weren't that close. Just then, as if she heard my thoughts, she looked up and our eyes met. Her gaze was unrecognizable, and she didn't even flinch or falter like I thought she would. She looked me dead in the eye… like I was nobody. Just another face in the crowd. And then, just as quickly, she looked away from me and at Hunter. I stayed still, stuck in a confused trance, until

LEVI Conversations echoed throughout the room, growing louder with each passing minute, but I barely heard any of them. My eyes were on Reva. They had been fixated since we left her suite, and she grew more beautiful with each passing second. The warm glow dancing across her skin, the soft curl of her hair brushing her cheek, and her confidence despite everything she’d been through mesmerized me. She was radiant... utterly, and unapologetically radiant. And all I could think about was this morning in my suite and then the moment in hers before we left--the way she felt in my arms, the way her breath caught when I touched her waist, and the way her eyes darkened when I leaned in. The dinner plans had felt like an interruption, and leaving the suite had been the last thing on my mind. I couldn't get enough of her, and all I wanted was to slip her out of the stunning dress and take her against the nearest surface. Swallowing hard, I looked away for a moment, feeling myself ha

REVA A scream tore out of me as Nikolai's fingers clamped around my throat, but Nikki's voice echoed behind us before the sound had even fully left my lips. He released me instantly, stepping back like he’d been burned, just as Nikki rushed forward, eyes wide. “Are you okay?” I kept my eyes on him. “Am I, Nikolai? Am I okay?” I demanded, my voice breaking, and he blinked at me like he had just snapped out of some trance. His jaw clenched and then--without a single word--he turned and walked away. Just like that. “What the hell?” Nikki breathed. “Did he--did he really just have his hands around your throat?” “He’s crazy!” I spat, my voice trembling with rage. “Fucking bastard’s taking out his frustrations of being abandoned by his whore on me. The piece of shit.” My whole body shook, adrenaline still burning under my skin, and Nikki placed a hand on my arm, her face pale. “The barstad left me for my brother just two days ago,” I said before I could stop myself, the confessi

NIKOLAI Reaching the side of the building in seconds, my breath was ragged, and the jacket clutched in my hand tightly, like I was holding to Hunter himself. The bench where the woman said she had found the jacket sat in the far corner where the lights didn’t reach. Only a dull spill of glow from the lit area brushed across the ground, leaving the rest swallowed in shadow. “Hunter?” My voice cracked under the strain, but there was no response. Just the crash of the ocean a few feet away, louder than before, as if the waves were answering me instead of him. “Hunt!” I tried again, stepping closer as I forced my eyes to adjust to the darkness. But there was still nothing, no movement, no silhouette, not even the faintest sound of someone shifting or breathing. Moving past the bench, I scanned the ground, the walls, and the dark stretch of grass leading toward the cliff edge. “Hunter!” I shouted, louder this time, desperation scraping up my throat. The ocean roared as the wi