All Chapters of Craved By My Fiance's Brother (An Erotic Billionaire Romance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“You’ve always been like this, taking what isn’t yours just to prove you can.” Nathaniel spits, his calm finally cracking. “Stay the hell away from Meeka. I’m warning you, Slade. And I’m not going to repeat myself again.”“And you know I’m not in the habit of taking orders from you or anyone,” Slade replies, his voice smooth as ever. “So that works out nicely for both of us.”“Stay. Away. From. My. Fiancee.” Nathaniel warns, counting and meaning every word he lets out. “Touch her again and I’ll destroy you, Slade. Both financially, legally and publicly. I’ll ruin you so completely you won’t even recognize what’s left. I'll expose every little, dirty illegal shitty thing you do in secrets. And I'll make sure to ruin that clean reputation you think you're trying to build.”“I have everything I need to ruin you too,” Slade counters, his voice dropping into a deadly, quiet register. “And unlike you, I don't care if I burn the whole house and everyone down to do it. You’re playing a game y

I pulled away from Nora’s and just went straight to my mom’s shop. To be honest, I didn't even know if she’d still be there that late, and I didn't even feel like calling to check. I just drove.When I pulled up, I was actually shocked to see her still in there, hustling away like it was the middle of the afternoon. But what really blew me away was how much stuff was in there.I mean, two weeks ago, the shelves were basically bare, it was depressing to see the shop that way. But now? The place is packed. I stood there looking around like, “wait, what?”I asked her where the hell she got the cash to restock like this, and she didn't even blink. She just came right out and said it was all Nathaniel. He was the reason the shop was back on its feet.Of course it was the work of Nathaniel. Why didn't my mind go to him straight away?Right now, I’m driving home with my hands gripped tight on the wheel. My eyes are on the road, but my head is definitely somewhere else. It’s stuck on him. Ap

MEEKA'S POV::The next two days are strangely peaceful. Way too peaceful than I had expected it.Honestly, it’s a lot less stressful and quieter than I thought things would be after that absolute disaster of a dinner at the DeWitt mansion. I spent the whole first night afterward just bracing myself for some kind of massive explosion. A confrontation. An accusation or a threat. Just.... somethingBut nothing comes.It has been total silence since then. And somehow, the silence feels way worse than a fight.I spend those two days completely burying myself in work, helping Mom out at the shop whenever I can, and just pretending my life isn't quietly falling apart behind the scenes. But I had to pretend it wasn't, anyway. As always.I've been forcing myself to smile when people bring up the wedding. I laugh right on cue when I’m supposed to, performing the normalcy so well that even I almost believe the act sometimes.But underneath it all, I’m just waiting. Waiting for Nathaniel to brin

And somehow... somehow, Nathaniel actually nods like I’m finally beginning to understand his logic.“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he says firmly, his tone shifting back to that confident authority he loves to use. “You don’t know Slade the way I do, Meeka. He’ll say or do absolutely anything if it means getting what he wants. You have no idea the kind of person you’re getting yourself involved with.”I close my eyes for a brief second.God, I cannot do this tonight.My head already feels totally packed with too many thoughts, too many emotions clawing at me all at once. Exhaustion sits like a tight weight in my chest, and this conversation is only making it worse.When I open my eyes again, my patience is hanging by a single thread.“Okay. That’s enough, Nathaniel.” My voice comes out quieter this time, but it's a lot colder too. “Seriously, enough.”He looks like he wants to argue, but I keep going before he even gets the chance.“I’ve had a really long, miserable day, and honest

MEEKA'S POV::The silence of my bedroom is supposed to comfort me, but not tonight. Definitely not after Nathaniel created that lingering, disturbing noise in my head and just... left.I have been staring at the exact same dark shadow on my ceiling for the last two hours. I keep watching the way it moves a little bit whenever the wind hits the trees outside. Every time I close my eyes, the darkness does not help me fall asleep. Instead, it just feels like a television screen playing Nathaniel’s last words to me over and over again.“Sasha... was actually one of those women.”I roll onto my side and pull the heavy blanket over my shoulders with a frustrated sigh. I bury my face in my pillow, trying to force my brain to stop thinking. “Sleep”, I tell myself, even though I know I will not listen. “Just go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow, Meeka. You have a real life, things to do, and a normal schedule. You can fix your thoughts in the morning when the sun comes up.”But I know