All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I lay on the bed, not even sure how many days had passed. Three, maybe. The only way I could tell was by the two untouched meals sitting on the table, both beginning to spoil. The maids had kept bringing food in at regular intervals, replacing old with fresh plates, but eventually even they started smelling sour.I didn’t have the energy to get up. Didn’t have the appetite to eat. Didn’t even have the strength to care anymore. My mind had done something strange. It had simply… stopped. The pain was still there somewhere, buried under layers of exhaustion, but all I could feel now was a heavy, suffocating numbness. It was almost peaceful, if peace could feel this empty.I hadn’t seen him either.But this was Enzo.I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t stay away forever. He was probably slipping into the room while I slept, standing over me when I couldn’t see him, making sure I was still breathing before disappearing again like the fucking coward he was.God…I hate him.Fuck,

The eagerness disappeared from his face, His lips parted, but no answer came.I laughed bitterly. “Well?”He looked away for a split second before meeting my eyes again. “I…”“Who would you believe, Lorenzo?”Silence. The silence was answer enough.I smiled, though there wasn’t a trace of amusement behind it. “That’s what I thought.”“Levi, I—”“You don’t have to answer anymore.”“Levi, you don’t understand.”“Yes.” I let out a tired laugh that held no humor. “I don’t.”I looked him straight in the eye.“I’ll never understand whatever it is you and Sebastian have. The two of you grew up together. You’ve trusted him your entire life. He’s never given you a reason to doubt a single word that comes out of his mouth.”I swallowed the lump in my throat.“And me?” I smiled bitterly. “I was just some stranger you picked up in a club.” The words tasted sour. “Good enough to fuck.”His face crumpled. “Don’t say that.”“Why not? Isn’t it true?”“It isn’t.”“It is.”“Levi, please.” His voice was

"Mother, please let me explain." I begged desperately. She squeezed my hand, firm despite how fragile her grip felt. "What's there to explain, Levi?"I leaned closer when she reached for my face, and she wiped a tear from my cheek with her thumb, the gesture so tender it made the guilt cut even deeper.Why won’t she hit me? I wanted her to vent out her anger on me. To call me a disappointment, to hate me. Why won’t she just hate me?"What's there to explain?" she repeated, quieter. "Tell me.""It's not—" My words failed completely. What *was* there to explain? That I hadn't meant to fall for her husband's son? That none of it had started the way it looked, even if it had ended up exactly there?That I had met him first before she married his father?"How long?""Mother.""Just tell me. I'm fine." Her voice was steady, but her eyes weren't."I met him two days before your wedding." The words came out like they'd been dragged from somewhere I'd buried them.A small, broken laugh slippe

Lorenzo POV I had purposely lured Bethany here to get Levi out of the hospital. I didn't even confirm with her if she had done it yet but from the look of it, Levi don't here. He would hate me so much more if he finds out I came here again.Fuck. Recalling the tears in his eyes as he said that one word breaks my heart all fucking over again. I don’t think I can stay away from him.Fuck that. I don’t even think I can let him stay away from me. Yes, I’m toxic, I’m selfish and all of the fucking worse thing in this world but I’d do anything not to give Levi up. I can't.But I had also promised him that everything would end once he said that one word. There’s a lot of fucking time I had pushed him and he never for once said it. I don’t want to hurt him. I never meant to hurt him. But I also can’t make myself let him go, and for one disturbing second, some dark, ugly part of my mind whispered something I immediately hated myself for thinking — that maybe if his mother just disappeared

Levi POVIt had been two days since my mother was discharged from the hospital. I had brought her back to my apartment, and two days now — two days of silence. She hadn’t so much as looked at me, hadn’t spoken a single word in my direction, hadn’t so much as acknowledged I was in the room with her.I moved around the kitchen in a rush, trying to put together something edible, and failing spectacularly. This was my third attempt. The first batch had burned. The second had come out so under-seasoned it was basically inedible. Cooking had never exactly been my strong suit, but I figured if I just kept trying, kept putting in the effort, maybe she’d notice.After what felt like hours, I gave up on the soup entirely and ordered in instead. I’d already broken her heart enough for one lifetime — no need to poison her with my cooking on top of it.The order arrived half an hour later, still warm. I carried it down the hall, set it outside her door, and knocked twice.“Ma.” I knew, with near