Alle Kapitel von In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Serena’s POV The soft sound of the front door closing earlier that morning had barely pulled me out of sleep. Roman always tried to leave quietly when he had to go to work early, and most of the time he succeeded. I only remembered the faint feeling of the mattress shifting and the gentle warmth of his hand brushing against my arm before he slipped out of bed. By the time I properly woke up, he was already gone. I stayed in bed for a while after opening my eyes, staring up at the ceiling as the early morning sunlight slowly slipped through the thin curtains. The room felt peaceful in that quiet way it always did after Roman left for work. His side of the bed was empty now, the pillow still slightly indented where his head had rested. I turned my head slightly and looked at the space beside me. Even though he had already been gone for a while, it still felt like his presence lingered in the room. His scent still clung faintly to the sheets. I pulled the blanket closer around me f

Serena’s POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Roman’s bedroom, smoothing the fabric of my black dress over my hips. The material hugged my curves just right, dipping low at the neckline to show a hint of cleavage without going overboard. I'd spent extra time on my makeup tonight, smoky eyes and a bold red lip that made me feel confident. My hair fell in loose waves down my back. Tonight was one of Roman's business partner's dinner events, and I was his plus one.I slipped on my heels, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. Roman was already in the living room, leaning against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He wore a tailored navy suit that fit him perfectly, the white shirt underneath crisp and unbuttoned just enough at the collar to show a glimpse of his tanned skin. His hair was styled back, and he looked every bit the powerful man he was. As soon as he heard my footsteps on the stairs, he glanced up, his eyes locking onto me immediately. He pock

Roman’s POV I stood there leaning on the arm of the couch in the living room, phone in my hand, scrolling through a couple of last-minute emails for tonight’s dinner. My suit hugged me just right, the white shirt underneath crisp and open a little at the collar so you could see a bit of my tanned chest. I heard her heels clicking down the stairs and looked up right away. She was wearing a black dress clinging to every curve of her hips and waist, dipping low enough at the front to show just a tease of her cleavage. She’d done her eyes all smoky and dark, lips painted that bold red that made them look so soft and kissable. Her hair hung in loose waves down her back, moving with each step. Damn. My throat went dry for a second. She looked like every dirty thought I’d had all day rolled into one. I slipped the phone into my pocket, straightened up, and crossed the room in a few quick steps. When she reached the bottom stair, I reached out my hand. Her fingers slid into mine, and i

Serena’s POV A loud bang downstairs pulled me out of sleep. My eyes snapped open, my heart already beating fast in my chest. The room was dark, with only a faint glow from the streetlight outside slipping through the curtains. I turned my head and reached toward Roman’s side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth beside me. But he wasn’t there. My hand touched nothing but the cool sheet. I rubbed my eyes slowly, trying to clear the sleep from my head. I couldn’t tell if it was late at night or very early in the morning. My body still felt heavy and tired, like I had only closed my eyes a few minutes ago after we finally fell asleep. Then I heard another noise, this time it was muffled voices. They were coming from downstairs. My brows pulled together slightly, Roman must have heard something too. I pushed the blanket away and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor. A quiet yawn escaped my lips as I stood up. I didn’t bother putting on a rob

Liam’s POV I woke up with a dull, throbbing pain spreading across my face, the kind that doesn’t just sit in one place but pulses outward, reminding you with every second that something went very wrong the day before. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my breathing slow and uneven, as if even that required effort. My body felt heavy, weighed down not just by the soreness in my muscles but by something deeper, something that had settled inside my chest and refused to leave. Then, like a switch being flipped, everything came rushing back and my jaw tightened instantly, the movement sending a sharp sting through my cheek, but I barely reacted to the pain because the image in my head was far worse. I could see it so clearly, like I was standing there all over again, the way she had walked out, the way she had stopped beside him, the way she had looked. And that shirt. That oversized shirt that swallowed her frame, hanging loosely off