All Chapters of The Wrong Brother’s Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexander I hate dinners like this.The table is too long, the chandelier too bright, and the air too filled with everything we don’t say but always mean. Silverware clinks against fine china as though it’s the only sound permitted in this suffocating house.My brother, Derrick, sits across from me witha smugness that seems stitched into his DNA. My mother, Katherine, occupies the head of the table, sipping wine as if it’s oxygen.I keep my eyes on my food, silently counting the seconds until I can leave.“So…” Derrick starts, dragging the word out like a taunt. “How’s Sophie?”My grip tightened around my fork. I look up slowly, meeting his eyes. His expression is that familiar, irritating blend of casual cruelty and curiosity.“How the hell am I supposed to know?” I ask.He raises a brow. “Aren’t you the one handling everything regarding the merger?” He jabs his steak with his knife. “You should be up to date with that… and her.”The way he said the words ‘and her’ hangs in the air

Sophie I shouldn’t be here.That’s the first thing echoing in my mind as the towering glass building comes into view the headquarters of Weillman Corporation. The polished walls gleam under the morning sun like the universe itself is mocking me. Once upon a time, this place represented promise. A new beginning. A future I was naïvely excited about. But now, my chest tightens in spite of myself. I told everyone including him that I was done with them. Done with this family that constantly believed everyone should bow to them like they were crowned gods on earth.And yet, here I am.I step through the revolving doors, greeted immediately by cold air-conditioning and an even colder stare from the receptionist until she recognizes who I am. Her expression shifts from bored to surprised, to that annoyingly sweet corporate smile.“Good morning, welcome to Weillman Corp,” she chirps. “How may I assist you?”I adjust my grip on my brown leather bag. “I’m here for Alexander Weillman.”Her ey

Sophie I stirred the sauce in the pot, letting the rich aroma of tomatoes and garlic fill the kitchen. It’s one of those evenings where the silence feels heavier than usual, like it’s reminding me I’m alone. Celine was supposed to drop by after work, but she texted that she was tired and needed space to think. I didn’t ask questions. She’s been on edge lately, and I get it. Things with her boyfriend— sorry, ex has been messy, and she’s drowning in the middle of it.The knock at the door is sharp three loud thuds that rattle me. I wipe my hands on a towel and walk toward the entrance, already assuming it’s Celine having a change of heart. Maybe she needs someone to talk to after all.But when I opened the door, it wasn't her.It’s Donald.My heart stumbled.He looks different from the last time I saw him like he hasn’t slept in days. His hair is unkempt, eyes restless, and the way he shifts on his feet tells me he’s too anxious for this to be a casual visit.“Donald,” I say, my voice

AlexanderThe last thing I should be worrying about is the woman Derrick is fucking and promising marriage. It's none of my damn business but I can't just pretend that it doesn't remind me of Sophie…of what he put her through. I got into my car still muttering under my breath about Derrick and his unnecessary dramatics. My shirt was damp with sweat from the gym, and the last thing I wanted was another round of stress. I pulled the door shut, exhaled, and reached for my phone. That was when I saw the notification, one unheard voicemail. I pressed play, expecting some client or another pointless update.But it was Sophie.Her voice came through in a shaky rush. “Alex—there’s someone in my house. He won’t leave. I don’t know what to do. Please—just—just come or something. I already called the cops but—” The message cut off.My chest tightened instantly. I didn’t even think; I just turned the ignition and sped out of the parking lot. Traffic blurred into nothing. All I could picture was

SophieI watched him walk away, broad shoulders stiff, fists still balled like he expected Donald to jump out from behind a tree and try again. Something in my chest twisted—not gratitude, just the uncomfortable pressure of knowing I owed him something I wasn’t ready to give. I cleared my throat.“Alex,” I called.He stopped immediately, turning halfway toward me.“Come in,” I said, holding the door open because apparently I had lost control of my mouth. “But only for tea. That’s… my way of saying thank you for your unwanted rescue.”His lips twitched. Not a smile, not really. “Unwanted,” he echoed, and walked back toward the house. The night air trailed after him as he stepped inside, bringing the scent of rain-soaked dust and adrenaline.I locked the door behind us, more out of habit than necessity, and walked to the kitchen. My hands trembled as I filled the kettle, and I hated that he noticed…of course he noticed. Alex noticed everything, even the things I desperately wished he w