Todos los capítulos de Craved By My Fiance's Brother: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

For a split second, the noise in the room fades out completely. I see her chest expand with a sharp, ragged intake of air. She’s bracing herself, clearly waiting for me to take full advantage of this. Waiting for me to slide my fingers over hers, to give her that obnoxious, arrogant grin she claims to hate so much.Instead, I pull my hand back slowly and smoothly without saying a word. There's no trace of a smirk, and neither did I lift my eyes to meet hers. I just pull back and rest my hands neatly in my lap.“Go ahead,” I murmur softly.She stares at me, something complex and completely unreadable swimming in her eyes.“Thank you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.I give her a subtle, polite nod, keeping my eyes fixed entirely elsewhere. But I can literally feel the shift in the air around us—the sudden, shocked stillness radiating off her entire body.Because this isn't the Slade DeWitt she’s used to handling. This isn't the loud, boundary-pushing menace who’s spent the

NATHANIEL'S POV:: I sink back into the heavy, broken-in leather of my desk chair, just staring blankly at the sea of financial reports spread out in front of me. The pen keeps spinning rhythmically between my knuckles, over and over, while my phone buzzes off the hook. It’s gotta be at least the sixth time it's gone off since I sat down, but I just leave it face down on the desk. None of that stuff even matters right now. My brain is still completely stuck on last night’s dinner.Specifically, that exact second Grandma set her water glass down on the wood, looked clear across the long dining table, and told Slade to head up to the study to fetch her that old bottle of Bordeaux.I let out a low, slow breath that rattles in my chest.Up until that point, everything had actually been going shockingly well. For once in her life, my grandmother had somehow managed to take what should’ve been an agonizingly stiff, formal family dinner and turned it into something almost normal. She genuine

“Well, sweetheart... you're supposed to be excited. You're supposed to be bouncing off the walls.”“I am excited.” She raises one single eyebrow at me, completely unbothered by my lie.I let my shoulders slump, dropping the mask for half a second. “Mom... please.”She moves closer and sits right on the edge of the mattress beside me. For the first time all week, she isn't barking out orders, or nagging me about seating arrangements, or telling me what time the hair and makeup team is pulling into the driveway tomorrow. She doesn't mention the wedding details at all.She just sits there, quietly looking at my face. And honestly? That hurts a hundred times worse than her nagging.“You look absolutely exhausted, sweetheart,” she says softly, her voice dipping into that rare, tender register she only uses when things are really bad.“I just... I've barely slept the last few nights.”“I know.” She reaches over, her hand gentle as she smooths a stray lock of hair away from my forehead, tuc

NATHANIEL'S POV::By the time I pull up to the venue, the place is already completely overrun.Honestly, calling it a wedding venue feels like a stretch right now. It isn’t about love or romance or any of that—it’s just a sea of people. Wall-to-wall business associates, old family friends, bloodthirsty reporters, heavy-hitting investors, and politicians. Basically, every opportunistic climber who’s spent the last decade trying to crawl close enough to the DeWitt name to catch a stray crumb of influence.It’s an absolute circus, which means it's exactly the kind of crowd my father wanted.And, truth be told, it’s exactly what I expected.I open the car door, swing my legs out, and take a quick second to smooth down the cuff of my jacket. The moment my shoes hit the pavement, a barrage of flashbulbs goes off, blinding me for a fraction of a second.“Nathaniel! Over here!”“Look this way, Nathaniel!”“Congratulations, man!”I don't lose my composure for a second. I instantly flash them

I stop at the very bottom of the staircase, my shoes sinking into the heavy carpet as I take a breath to steady my racing pulse.Of course. I should’ve known she wouldn’t give me even five minutes to breathe before pouncing. My mother comes storming right out of the sitting room, still wearing that impossibly elegant silk gown she picked out for the wedding. Her hair is a little loose now, stray dark strands framing her face, and her makeup isn’t quite as pristine as it was when we pulled up to the church steps an hour ago.Honestly, I’ve never seen her look this furious.“Do you have any actual idea what you’ve just done?” she screeches, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.I just stand there and stare at her.For some strange reason, I feel this bizarre, heavy calm washing over me. Maybe it’s because I’ve already cried so much inside my own head today that my tear ducts are completely dry. Or maybe it’s just because there’s simply nothing left inside me to break.“I called off