บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

DARIUS’S POVThe darkness wasn't just an absence of light; it was a physical weight, thick with the scent of old dust and the ozone of the storm outside. I didn't need my eyes to find Iris. I could feel her. The heat radiating off her skin, the sharp, jagged rhythm of her breath, and the way her silk dress hissed against the floorboards as she moved closer to me.My hand found the small of her back, my fingers digging into the emerald fabric. I pulled her flush against my side, my body acting as a shield between her and the looming shadow of the woman at the base of the stairs. The proximity was a visceral, grounding force. In the middle of this nightmare, the only thing that felt real was the friction of her hip against mine and the way she didn't even flinch when the first of the men in the masks lunged forward."Stay close," I growled, the words vibration against the crown of her head."I’m practically inside your suit, Darius. Any closer and I’ll be on the payroll," she whispered

IRIS’S POVThe wood groaned beneath us, a deep, structural scream that vibrated through the soles of my ruined heels. Water was already bubbling up through the floorboards of the landing, dark and freezing, carrying the scent of dead salt and rotted foundation. Darius was five steps ahead, his hand out, his face a mask of jagged desperation as he waited for me to bridge the gap.But I wasn't moving.Ethan’s hand was a vice around my upper arm. His fingers, usually so careful and thin, dug into my skin with a strength that felt entirely wrong. He wasn't looking at the escape route or the crumbling turret. He was looking at me, his eyes wide and hollowed out, stripped of every ounce of the brotherly warmth I’d spent my life protecting."Ethan, let go!" I shouted over the roar of the surf crashing against the cliffs outside. "The house is falling apart. We have to move!""You don't get it, Iris," he said. His voice was flat, echoing with a chilling clarity that cut right through the

~ DariusThe storage unit was just a cold concrete box that smelled strongly of wet dust and old engine oil, but right now it felt like a trap closing in on me. She stood right in the center of the small room, the cheap overhead light catching the bright green of her ruined dress, making her look like a priceless gemstone someone had carelessly dropped into a dirty gutter.I stayed in the doorway for a second to catch my breath, my lungs burning from running blocks through the city rain after my car got stuck in traffic, and when I finally looked at her, I saw a total stranger instead of the woman I had spent months trying to figure out. The biting, dry humor she always wore like armor was still there, but the soft warmth I had spent so long trying to pull out of her was completely gone, entirely replaced by a cold and terrifying stillness that made her look like a judge about to read my death sentence."You knew about all of this from the very beginning, didn't you?" she asked, her v

irisThe penthouse had officially transitioned from a symbol of ultimate, untouchable power into a cluttered, high-end graveyard of dead ambitions, and frankly, the décor was starting to reflect the internal body count. It wasn't just a room anymore; it was a crime scene of the soul where the primary weapon was a fountain pen and a lack of empathy. I stood in the dead center of the mahogany-clad space, feeling the ruined silk of my emerald dress—a garment that had originally been intended to project "unfuckwithable CEO" but now mostly suggested "survivor of a mid-tier explosion"—clinging to my skin like a damp, bruised second layer of failure. The fabric was torn at the shoulder, a jagged reminder of the undignified scramble through the lower floors where the elevators had decided to give up on capitalism at the same time I had, and the cold air hit my skin with the precision of a scalpel. I felt like a total intruder in a life I had spent every waking hour trying to audit and own, as

IRIS’S POVThe silence that followed the departure of the helicopter was louder than the gunfire had been. It was a thick, suffocating pressure that settled over the ruined penthouse, flavored by the scent of ozone and the expensive cologne Darius wore. I stood on the edge of the balcony, the wind whipping the tattered silk of my emerald dress around my legs, staring into the empty space where my family had just vanished. My mother was alive. My brother was a stranger. And I was standing in the wreckage of a kingdom I now technically owned.I felt Darius move behind me. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the heat of his presence like a physical weight. He was a shadow in the red strobe of the emergency lights, a predator whose cage had finally been dismantled. I turned slowly, my heels crunching on the glass of the shattered balcony doors.You knew she was alive, I said. It wasn't a question. It was an accusation delivered with the precision of a scalpel.Darius let out a long, j