All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I barely had time to prepare before Frank drove me to the airport in the early hours of the morning.Everything after Peter interrupted us last night had turned into something I can't quite say so quickly that my head still felt like it was struggling to catch up. One second I had been wrapped around Frank in bed, still tasting champagne and wedding cake on his tongue while he fucked me like I was the only thing keeping him alive, and the next second Peter was standing outside the door talking about Kagemoto Kazama making his move.After that, the air inside the house changed immediately. Peter making phone calls and ordering for Frank's men to arrive, weapons were being moved around openly without anyone even pretending to hide it anymore.The warm feeling from the wedding disappeared beneath tension so thick it almost suffocated the house.Frank barely left my side the entire night, but even then I could feel him slipping into that version of himself he only became whene

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂“Blowing up his base after stealing classified files is an insane idea.”Phil’s complaint echoed quietly as we stared at the estate from across the dark road. The mansion stood tall behind iron gates and stone walls, lights glowing from different windows like nothing dangerous existed inside it. Anyone driving past would think it belonged to some wealthy politician or businessman.Not a monster like Kagemoto Kazama.I leaned against the car, eyes fixed on the building while Peter’s voice continued feeding updates through the earpiece.“Kagemoto Kazama is still at the port,” Peter said. “No signs of movement yet.”“Keep tracking him,” I replied calmly.Phil exhaled beside me and shook his head. “You know, every time I think I’ve finally gotten used to this side of your life, something happens that reminds me I absolutely have not.”I snorted softly. “You volunteered to come.”“That was before I knew your definition of infiltration involved arson.”I finally glanced at

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Tim, stop worrying. I’m sure he’s fine.”Sheila’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts for barely two seconds before my attention drifted back to my phone again. I stared at the screen, waiting for it to light up, waiting for Frank’s name to appear, waiting for anything.Nothing.I sighed and dropped the phone onto the table for what was probably the fiftieth time that day.“At least that’s what you said thirty minutes ago,” I muttered.Sheila rolled her eyes from where she was stretched across the couch in Frank's Italy Mansion. “Because it’s still true thirty minutes later.”I rubbed a hand down my face tiredly. “You don’t know that.”“And neither do you,” she countered immediately. “If something happened to Frank, Peter would call, that man treats his phone like it’s attached to his soul.”I wanted to argue with her, but deep down I knew she was right. Peter would have said something. He wouldn’t hide it from me if things had gone wrong.At least… I hoped he wouldn’t.S

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The moment the doctor told me Phil was going to be fine, the tightness around my chest finally loosened.“He lost a lot of blood,” the doctor explained while adjusting his gloves, “but the bullet missed anything fatal. He’ll need rest and observation for a few days.”I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face. “Thank you.”The doctor nodded once before walking away down the hallway, leaving me standing there outside the private ward with exhaustion practically hanging off my body.Everything from the last twenty four hours crashed into me all at once. Kagemoto Kazama was dead, Laura was dead, Eric was dead and Tim was somewhere in Italy probably worrying himself sick.I leaned back briefly against the wall and closed my eyes for a second.Just one second.That was all I allowed myself before pushing away and walking toward Phil’s room. The VIP ward was quiet when I stepped inside. Machines beeped softly while Phil laid against the hospital bed looking pale as hell

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂The moment we stepped into the room, Sheila immediately wiped her tears away like they had never existed in the first place.It was honestly impressive.One second she looked like she was about to break down in the hallway and the next she had that same cold expression back on her face like emotions personally offended her.Phil noticed too.I could tell from the tiny smile that appeared on his lips before he quickly hid it behind sarcasm. Sheila walked toward the bed slowly, crossing her arms once she stopped beside him.“So,” she said flatly. “You’re still alive.”Phil looked pale as hell against the pillows, but somehow he still managed to smirk. “Disappointed?”“A little.”“Wow,” he muttered dramatically. “And here I thought you’d cry over me.”Sheila rolled her eyes instantly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”“I got shot for this relationship.”“There is no relationship.”“Cold.”She stared down at him for a second longer before muttering quietly, “You look terrible.”Phil g