Todos los capítulos de Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

  There was no answer from him, and no words were leaving his throat either. He just stood there, looking at me with a hollow expression that made my skin crawl. The silence was deafening, confirming every sick thought I’d had since I saw that footage. "So from the onset, you were latching onto us. I mean, your relationship with Drake was even staged." "I'm not the only one faking it right here, Aubrey," he countered, his voice suddenly sharp, slicing through my indignation. "Drake is in love with you. Don't act like you don't know it." "That's not what I’m talking about, Brendan! Don't you dare change the narrative!" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, my heart thundering against my ribs. "So you knew? You know that your stepbrother is head over heels in love with you? He's obsessed with you." "Brendan!!" I screamed, because he doesn't seem t

"What do you mean in love?" Mom asked, her voice dangerously quiet. Her eyes shifted from me to Drake, then back to me, narrowing with a sharp, maternal intuition that made the air in the room feel heavy. "Is there something I'm missing out on? Because it sounds like you two were discussing a very specific secret."Drake stepped forward, his chest puffing out slightly as he prepared to speak. I saw the look in his eyes—that stubborn, reckless resolve, and I knew with terrifying certainty that I was going to regret every word that was about to fall from his lips. If he confessed now, in the middle of this chaos, it would be the end of everything.I intervened immediately, cutting him off before he could even draw a breath."Oh, Drake was talking about Eve!" I lied, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. I forced a nervous, airy laugh. "He finally decided to ask her out. He was just being dramatic about how much he likes her."Drake turned to look at me, his face a mask of pure, sh

"You need to take a test, Yuna..."Those words were a rhythmic, sickening chant echoing in the hollows of my skull as I stared down at the pregnancy kit in my hand. Two days had passed since the night in the study, but time felt like it had frozen. My eyes were burning, fixed like laser beams on the plastic stick, desperately wishing, praying, that I was seeing wrongly.There was no way.I wrapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob, the plastic feeling cold against my palm. There is no way I am pregnant. I said it to myself over and over, a mantra against a reality I wasn't ready to face. God, no. I cannot be pregnant.But the kit didn't lie. It didn't care about my plans or my fears. This was the fifteenth test I had stared at this morning, scattered across the tiles of my private bathroom like tiny, white monuments to my downfall. Jake had made me promise. He had looked me in the eye after we had finished in the study and told me I had to be sure. He needed to know if I was "with

I froze in the doorway, my breath hitching. Drake was already there. He must have raced home, fueled by a frantic adrenaline and he is fast considering that he's very athletic. "Bring your voice down! Your mom is going to be back any minute," Jake’s voice was low, vibrating with a forced level-headedness that I knew was just a mask for his own panic. But Drake wasn't buying it. This was a side of Drake I had never seen, a raw, aggressive power that mirrored his father’s."I’m supposed to be hearing an answer to a question I asked, and not some silly devotion you’re trying to perform for your wife!!" Drake screamed."And if I did?" Jake’s voice shifted, becoming colder, more dangerous. He stepped closer to his son. "How can you come into my house and accuse me of sleeping with my own daughter? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what that kind of talk would do to this family?"The heavy front door opened behind me, and I felt the rush of cold air as Mom stepped in. She almost pushed

"It's... Okay..." he whispered into my hair, his voice anchoring me against the storm in my chest. He didn't ask questions. He didn't demand explanations. He simply bundled me into his car and drove.Brendan kept his hands clasped in mine as he navigated the streets, his eyes occasionally darting to the rearview mirror as if checking for a pursuit for whatever must've ruined my mood or made me like this. He didn't take me to school. He didn't take me back to that suffocating mansion. He just drove until the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in bruised purples and burnt oranges.Eventually, the sound of the engine died down, replaced by the rhythmic, eternal hushing of the tide. He had stopped by the beach, the same spot where we had our first date. I sat there for a long time, watching the waves crash against the shore, feeling the static in my brain slowly settle into a dull hum. Brendan reached into the back seat and offered me a bottle of water."Thank you," I murmured,