All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Daphne’s POV“Will he be alright, doctor?” I asked the second he stepped into the hallway. My wet clothes clung to my skin, heavy and cold.“He’s stable—we’ve warmed him up, treated the exposure from the rain, and his body’s holding strong now," the doctor said. He looked over his notes, his expression calm. "No major issues physically; he should be fine with some rest and monitoring for any follow-up infection risk. But he kept on mumbling his words, so I am guessing he encountered something traumatic and he got triggered.”I stared at the hospital floor, my mind racing. Triggered? “You also need to get warm; you are soaked from the rain,” he added, glancing at the puddle forming around my feet.“You don’t need to worry about me, doc. I will be fine. Thank you,” I said. He gave a short nod and walked away. I pulled out my phone to message the agency, but the screen stayed black. “Fuck,” I whispered, tapping the dead device. The rain had killed it. How was I supposed to get informati

Adrian’s POV: "You know, Adrian, I don't think I’ve ever met anyone as confused as you are," Daphne said. Her tone was flat and serious, her eyes pinning me to my seat. "One minute you say you love me. The next, you’re kissing Stefan. Then you’re letting Bianca suck your dick. What exactly is it that you want?"My eyes flickered. I hadn’t expected her to lay it all out like that, so blunt and raw."I’m a free man," I started, trying to find my footing. "I can do what I want. I admit, I like to play around. I was never serious about any of those things. It was just—""Just what?" she snapped, irritation flashing in her eyes. "You’re bored, so you think you can play with people's feelings?"She stepped closer, her voice tight with annoyance. "Adrian, I like you as a person. I know how hard life gets, and I get that. But that’s it. I’m in love with Stefan. You, of all people, know how I feel about him. So please, stop playing with my emotions or trying to confuse me with this lame love

Daphne’s POV“What are you even saying, Mom?” I pulled back, my brows furrowing. “Bella can’t be gone.”Mom didn't answer. Instead, her sobs grew louder, shaking her whole shoulders. She stepped toward me with trembling hands and pressed a crumpled piece of paper into my palm.Dear Mom and Daphne,I know this will come as a shock, but I don’t want to be part of this family anymore. I really thought I could endure it all—the weight of being the oldest, the pressure of keeping us together—but the feeling just swallowed me whole. I want to be happy. I want to be free. To be honest, being around you both just felt like a dark cloud I couldn't escape. I know you’ll hate me, but it’s the truth.I won’t marry Stefan. I tried to love him, but he doesn't love me either, so why keep pretending? If I stay, I’m afraid of what I might do to myself. This is the only way out. And Mom, your expectations made everything so much harder. I don't want the life you planned for me. I want to be with Kelly.

Daphne’s POV “I... I’m sorry. I should leave.” My voice shook. I hadn't expected to find her in here, but then again, I should have known better with Adrian. “No, no, don’t leave. It isn’t what it looks like,” Adrian said, stepping toward me. Stella’s scoff cut through the room. “I don’t get it. Why are you nervous?” Stella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “It’s just your assistant. She has no manners. Who even barges in like this?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Get out of this room.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I need to practice and speak to my assistant. I don’t need you in here.” Stella’s face flushed red. “Are you seriously going to embarrass me in front of her?” “Leave,” he snapped, pointing toward the door. “Fuck this.” Stella stormed out, intentionally slamming her shoulder into mine as she passed. I took a shaky breath and looked at the floor. “I am sorry I just walked in. You said you didn’t want anyone in here.” “It’s okay, Daphne. What you saw really

Adrian’s POVDaphne’s eyes traced the polished, vacant lanes of the bowling alley, the neon lights reflecting in her pupils. "It’s empty," she said, her gaze finally drifting back to mine.I let out a short, dry laugh. "You really didn’t expect to find a crowd here, did you?" I kept my tone light, half-amused by her surprise."Right. I forgot. You’re famous," she replied. She said it with such a casual shrug that a genuine smile tugged at my lips."Here, take this." I hefted a marbled ball toward her.She hesitated, her fingers lingering on the cool surface. "Hmmm, Adrian? I’m really not good at this.""I don't buy that for a second," I countered immediately, leaning against the ball return. "You’re just being modest. I bet you're a secret pro.""Fine, have it your way," she sighed, taking the weight from my hands. I stepped back to watch. Her stance was shaky, her shoulders too tense. She wound up and released, but the ball lumbered down the lane with a heavy thud, eventually trickli