All Chapters of In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Roman’s POVThere are moments when you feel a shift in yourself. Like something you didn’t realize was missing suddenly appears, and the world seems… different. That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. Serena has brought out a part of me I didn’t even know existed. Calm. Patient. Happy in ways that aren’t about work, money, or control.Before she came into my life, I didn’t know what this felt like. My days were structured, controlled, predictable. Work was the center. Gym was the escape. Everything had its place, and I didn’t need anything else. I liked it that way. I thought I was fine.Now, everything is different. Even when I’m at the office, buried under reports or emails or back-to-back calls, my mind keeps drifting to her. I wonder what she’s doing, if she’s smiling at something silly on her phone, if she’s maybe lying on the couch scrolling through Instagram like she does sometimes. Sometimes I even imagine her yawning, curling her legs under her, her hair messy like it is after s

Roman’s POV The weight of everything hit me all at once, like a truck that just wouldn’t stop. For weeks, I’d been pushing myself, ignoring this nagging ache in my chest that started small but had grown sharp and constant. Work emails kept piling up on my laptop, and deadlines felt like dark shadows hanging over me. I’ve always taken care of my own problems, done things on my own. But lately, my body was starting to fight back. Mornings made me dizzy, like the room was spinning, and by the afternoon, I could barely move, my body feeling like it was made of lead. The doctor’s words kept playing in my head: stress had worn me down and pushed my heart to its limit. I needed proper rest or it could get a lot worse. Serena had made it her mission to take care of me. From the moment the doctor gave his instructions, she took charge without hesitation. She’d wake up early, her soft footsteps moving across the floor before the sun even rose, and start on breakfast. “Eat up,” she’d say, p

Roman’s POV I opened my eyes to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the kind that tells you it's morning but not too early. My body felt heavy from sleep, but there was a spark of excitement mixed in. Today was the day I was finally heading back to the office after weeks of being cooped up at home. Those weeks had been a blur of recovery and rest, dealing with whatever had kept me sidelined, but now I was ready to dive back into the rhythm of work. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the pull in my muscles, and glanced over at Serena's side of the bed. It was empty, the sheets smoothed out like she'd been up for a while. A small smile tugged at my lips. She was probably already buzzing around the house, making sure everything was perfect before I left. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and padded across the cool hardwood floor to the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I brushed my teeth. I

Roman’s POV I woke up before the sun even thought about rising. The alarm on my phone buzzed softly, pulling me out of a deep sleep. Another work trip. I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. Serena was still curled up beside me, her breathing steady and peaceful. I didn't want to wake her, not yet. These early mornings were tough, but the job demanded it. I slipped out of bed quietly and headed straight to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stepped under the spray, letting it wash away the sleepiness. The steam filled the room, and I scrubbed down quickly. I dried off with a towel, feeling the cool air hit my skin as I wiped away the droplets. Back in the bedroom, I picked out my clothes, keeping things simple since it was going to be a long day of traveling. Nothing fancy, just dark jeans that fit comfortably, a plain gray T-shirt that sat well on my shoulders, and a light jacket in case it got cold later. I pulled on a pair of socks and stepped into my sneaker

Roman’s POV The alarm went off before the sun came up. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. The room felt too quiet, too neat, too unfamiliar. Then it came back to me, slowly. I reached over and silenced the alarm. My hand brushed the empty side of the bed. I sat up slowly and rubbed my face. My jaw felt tight from grinding my teeth in my sleep. The digital clock glowed 5:42 a.m. Too early, but there was no point going back to sleep. My mind was already running. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold. Hotels always keep the air too sharp, like they want to remind you that you don’t belong there. The curtains were still closed. I pulled them apart. The city outside looked half-asleep. A few cars moved through the streets. Streetlights blinked lazily. The sky was that dull grey color that comes before sunrise, when everything feels paused. I stood there longer than I meant to. At home, mornings ne