All Chapters of The Wrong Brother’s Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alexander I stepped outside with Malik, the door swinging shut behind us and sealing off the noise, the music, the careless laughter we’d left inside. The night wrapped around us, cool and sharp, and for a moment I wished I’d stayed indoors where things were still simple, when questions hadn’t yet learned how to breathe. Malik leaned against the railing, completely at ease, like he wasn’t about to dismiss my sense of reality with a few sentences.“My intel confirmed it,” he said, smoke curling from his mouth. “The kid’s been with Celine since the day she was born. There are even hospital photos. Celine on the bed. Newborn in her arms.”I shook my head immediately. “Pictures can be staged. You know that. People fake things all the time.”He said it flatly, confidently, like a man reciting facts that no longer surprised him. My stomach tightened as he went on, explaining that they were photographs too. Celine on a hospital bed. White sheets. Harsh lights. Her face exhausted in a way

Alexander The words had barely left my mouth when everything changed.Sophie froze.Not the playful kind of pause. Not the shy kind either. She went completely still beneath me, like someone had poured cold water over her.Then she pulled away.Fast.I blinked, confused, still breathing hard. “What happened?”She was staring at me like I had just said something unforgivable.“I was only getting started,” I said, half laughing, trying to lighten whatever had just shifted between us. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”She didn’t smile.“Sophie,” I said, softer now. “What’s wrong?”She swallowed, then shook her head slightly, like she was trying to clear it.“Do you… not want me anymore?” I asked, searching her face. The sudden distance unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.Her eyes snapped to mine. “What? No.”“Because you just pulled away like I offended you.”She hesitated.“Did I?” I pressed.She stared at me for a few seconds, then asked quietly, “Was that really what you wer

Alexander I was sitting in my car when the call came in.It wasn't Sophie’s call.“Rodrigo.”A low chuckle came from the other end. “I was beginning to wonder if you forgot about our chat, Alex.”“I don’t forget business.” I paused. “Especially the type you’re proposing.”“You shouldn’t,” he continued. “So what’s going on?” I asked, leaning back in the driver’s seat.“I think I need something more customized.”“Customized?” I repeated. “How so?”“So uh… I’m opening a report in the Caribbean. Something big but secured. Private clientele. I’m talking politicians, business men, celebrities… people who value anonymity.”I nodded. “Right.”“My clients cannot afford leaks. No cameras hacked and no recordings misplaced.”“That’s exactly what our system provides;” I reminded him. “Every single thing.”“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But I need something more complex. Say selective blindness?”“You want—”“I want a system where cameras look operational but record nothing.” He went on about projects,

Alexander“You can’t be serious,” Sophie said, her voice hovering between disbelief and a breathless laugh. “Pick one Soph. To eat quietly or to get eaten.”I saw the flash in her eyes and I could tell what she was going to pick and truly, my girl did not disappoint.“Give your panties to me,” I told her. While her eyes held mine, I could see the subtle shift in her posture. It was slow, but deliberate. She squeezed it, placed her hand on the table and slid it to me. “What else?”“You’re going to sit on the table.”“But—”“No buts, Sophie. Tonight, you’re my dessert.”She looked around again, this time waving to see if the waitress, Nila would come right back. What part of we’re alone doesn’t she understand? I remained where I was, not moving an inch. I’m going to let her figure it out herself that there’s nobody coming to save her. “Alex.”“You know I hate to see you become stubborn,” I said, scratching my stubble. “You just… you just enjoy it.”“It’s ridiculous,” she answered.

SophieI turned.My heart dropped straight to my stomach when I saw who it was. Alexander.He walked down the hospital hallway like he had every right to be there. He looked calm, steady, with hands in his pockets. Eyes focused.For a second, I couldn’t even breathe.“Shit,” I muttered.Celine’s fingers tightened around mine. “What is he doing here?”I didn’t answer. I stepped forward before he could reach the door.“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice low but sharp.He stopped in front of me, looked at me from head to toe like he was checking if I was okay, then said, “The same reason you’re here.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”“You’re here because you care about Eve,” he said calmly. “So am I.”“Did you follow me?”His brows lifted slightly. “Follow you?”“Yes. Did you trail me as I drove?”He tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “You drove like the road personally offended you.”“This isn’t funny.”“I didn’t say it was.”“Answer me.”He stepped a little closer. “I