All Chapters of Under the Mistletoe: He Chose My Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NIKOLAI“I’m not taking her side. Did I say I was taking her side?” “You didn’t have to, Nik!” Hunter barked. “The fact that you’re questioning me is enough! Why would I screw Allen? Why would I cheat on you? Have you lost your mind?”“Why would Reva lie?” I fired back. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I know her,” I continued, my voice rough now. “And she’s not the type of person who just makes things up. Why would she say that, Hunter?”“I told you, I don’t know!” he snapped before dragging a hand through his hair, pointing toward me.“Didn’t I explain to you where I was that night? Go ahead and call my office. Ask them if I wasn’t there cleaning up the mess I told you about.” He stepped closer and cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “Babe… can’t you see what she’s doing?” His voice dropped into a soothing murmur. “She's trying to destroy us. She's trying to hurt you the same way you hurt her.” My jaw tightened, but I didn’t pull away.“And she knows exactly where to

THIRD-PARTY VIEWPOINTNikolai stumbled out of the penthouse and froze, realizing his car was not in the driveway. Only Hunter's car was present, so he rushed back inside, tearing through the place until he grabbed Hunter's keys from the counter. He didn't slow down and drove away in Hunter's car like a man possessed.He had no idea what Hunter intended to accomplish by taking his car, and he didn't care. Nikolai had bought Hunter that car—one of the most recent models on the market, designed to know everything about its owner.He stabbed at the console, fingers clumsy and frantic, pulling up the tracking history as he raced down the road, attempting to narrow down where Allen might be. Allen had properties scattered throughout the city.Hunter had driven to one particular address four times right before they left for vacation, and Nikolai's breath caught as he zoomed in. It was a private estate away from the city, ideal for their rendezvous. Allen was married, had children, and couldn

THIRD PARTY VIEWNikolai called Reva again, his voice breaking on her name, but there was no response. The realization came that she wasn't there. She hadn't been there, judging by how things still sat the way he had left them when he came to get his things. His legs buckled beneath him, as if his body had reached its limit. He crumpled to the floor, palms scraping against the wood as he let out a barely human-like sound. He screamed until his throat burned, and it became difficult to breathe. Nikolai understood there was no time for this. He had to get up and finish what he started. But he was broken.So he cried until there was nothing left—until the pain in his chest felt like steel had lodged straight through his heart, pinning him in place. Slowly and painfully, he pushed himself off the floor toward Reva's work desk, where he sat down in front of the computer.Logging in with numb fingers, he went to his accounts and transferred everything after blocking Hunter's gold card. Wh

HUNTER“I followed him out onto the balcony,” I said to the officers as they asked what happened here. “But he was yelling, pacing, and not listening. I grabbed him to stop him from leaving, and he lost his footing. The railing gave way, and he fell.”The lie slid out smoother than I expected. “I don’t know what made him want to go back there,” I added, shaking my head like I was overwhelmed. “I think it was just… everything piling up—the meeting and the attack. He’s been under a lot of stress. And... hearing Reva and her family spewing such hateful words at us...” I didn't finish, and the officer asked what hateful words Reva and her family said. “Fags, ungodly scum, degenerates that shouldn't be allowed to live.”Behind us, the paramedics finished securing Nikolai and began rushing him toward the ambulance, and I indicated that I needed to go with him. The officer closed his notebook. “You’ll need to be available if we have more questions.”“Of course,” I said immediately. “I’m not

REVAPanic crashed into me as hard as the realization did, and I eased my foot off the gas, hands trembling as I guided the car onto the shoulder of the road. I wiped furiously at my cheeks and forced myself to breathe. The last thing I needed was to end up in jail, too, and leave my parents alone in the mess I'd dragged them into. I rolled my window down before they even reached my car, wiping at my face again while still trying to steady my breathing. Two officers approached—one on each side. “Evening, ma’am,” the one on my left said. “Do you know how fast you were going?”I swallowed hard. “I—I’m not sure exactly,” I admitted, shakily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was speeding.”“You were clocked at ninety-two,” the other deputy said, peering at me closely. His eyes lingered on my red, swollen face. “That’s well over the limit.”“I know,” I said quickly. “I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to get to the police station. My father was just arrested.” That earned me a look bet