All Chapters of TANGLED BETWEEN BROTHERS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam’s POVThe house was quiet when I got home.I stepped inside, loosening my tie as I shut the door behind me. The lights in the living room were dim, and the air felt heavy, like everyone had already gone to bed. My eyes moved around automatically, searching for Nicole without even thinking about it.I climbed the stairs slowly, my footsteps sounding louder as they touched the floor.When I reached Nicole’s door, I hesitated.I turned the handle gently and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside.She was asleep.Nicole lay on the bed, still in the dress she had worn out. One shoe was on the floor, the other barely hanging off her foot. Her hair was messy, spread across the pillow, and her face looked tired but peaceful.Then I noticed it. Then there was the smell of alcohol all over the room.It wasn’t strong, but it was there. Faint, lingering in the air around her. Clearly she had drunk a lot.I stepped into the room quietly and closed the door behind me. I stood there fo

Nicole’s POV I clutched the flyer tightly in my hand, my steps quick as I walked down the street. The noise of the city felt distant, muted compared to the whirlwind inside my head. The Wine Bureau wasn’t far, just a block away. Its polished glass doors reflected the late morning sun, and soft music spilled out into the street, warm and inviting. I paused at the entrance, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. The bell chimed softly, and a light scent of grapes and oak filled the air.“Hi! Can I help you?” a cheerful voice called.I turned to see the same girl from earlier, the one who’d handed me the flyer. She had a warm smile that immediately made me feel less nervous.“Hi,” I said, forcing a smile that felt awkward at first. “I… um, do you remember me? I wanted to know more about the job.”“Of course!” she said, motioning for me to follow. “I’m Mia, the assistant manager here. You must be Nicole, right?”I blinked, surprised. “Yes… that’s me. How do you know my name? And

An unknown guy stood by the window, his back straight, one hand holding a cigarette while the other hand holding the phone pressed to his ear. Outside, the city moved as usual.“I followed him,” he said quietly. “Everything went according to plan but,”“What happened?” The person on the other line asked.“l don't know. Traffic was heavy enough, but he didn’t die.” His jaw tightened.“The accident happened,” he continued, careful with his words. “Enough to scare him but Dante walked away without any injury.”There was silence on the line.“Fool, I didn't ask you to kill him, he was supposed to be severely injured, bad enough to keep him bedridden for more than a month.” The person on the other line said angrily.“I’m sorry sir,” he said quickly. “That wasn’t the outcome we discussed.” He shifted his weight, lowering his voice. “Something went wrong, maybe chances, I don’t know yet but I will take responsibility.”The voice on the other end spoke again.“So?”“So I’m sorry,” he replied

Nicole's POV I walked into the classroom, carrying my bag and the tray of nursing equipment I’d prepared. I was in charge of the practical our lecturer had entrusted me to lead it and I suddenly felt nervous standing in front of the whole class, though I still felt excited. I had practiced everything at home, measuring blood pressure accurately, checking pulse and respiration, and calculating IV drip rates. I knew what to do. But now, standing in front of my classmates, it all felt bigger, more real.I arranged the stethoscopes, sphygmomanometers, thermometers, and IV equipment neatly on the table. The soft smell of antiseptic filled the air, sharp and familiar. I took a deep breath and turned to the class.“Okay, everyone,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady, “today we’re going to practice patient assessment. We’ll take vital signs, calculate IV drip rates, and record everything accurately. I’ll demonstrate first, and then you’ll try in pairs. Follow each step carefully, and

Nicole's POV My fingers hovered over the phone screen for a moment before I finally pressed Zara’s number. I didn’t know if she was awake after last night’s chaos, but I had to check on her.“Hello?” Zara’s voice came, still rough from sleep, but there was an unmistakable excitement in it.“Your birthday is finally over,” I said softly, smiling despite myself. “I just wanted to make sure you survived the night.”“Nicole! I survived, barely!” she groaned dramatically. “You have no idea… my head is pounding, and I think I drank more than my body could handle.”I laughed. “Yeah… I could tell. You went all out yesterday. I hope you had fun, though.”“I had the best time,” she said, her voice brightening. “The music, the club, the people… everything was perfect! I can’t believe you came along! And the shots—ugh, why did you let me talk you into taking those?”“Because you begged me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And… I kind of wanted to see you happy. You deserved it.”“I was happy, trust me