Todos os capítulos de MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

What Stays UnsaidThe quiet in the room remained the same as it was even after her answer. The silence between them settled deeper, pressing into the space between them until even breathing felt louder than it should.Theo leaned back slightly in the chair, his hands resting against his knees, his gaze no longer fixed on her but not entirely elsewhere either. He hadn't expected hesitation… Maybe something had told him it would be tough but now that the full weight of it was settling in on him, he found it difficult to deal with.All he was feeling was enough to know she wouldn’t give him something easy.Bella, on the other hand, felt the question lingering long after it had been asked. It hadn’t gone away just because she hadn’t answered it properly. If anything, it sat heavier now, curling into her thoughts, refusing to be ignored.“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” she said after a while, her voice quieter.Theo glanced at her. “Like what?” He asked even if he knew what

A Woman's Scorn.Eleanor did not sleep as She lay still beneath the covers, eyes open in the dark, listening to the quiet stretch endlessly around her. Every time she closed her eyes, the same moment replayed. Bella standing there, unwavering despite the pain in her ankle. The look in her eyes when she had degraded her and used that comment broke her heart even as she struggled to sleep.Eleanor shifted onto her side, exhaling slowly, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in her chest. The words she had spoken earlier felt wrong now, heavier than they had any right to be…It echoed again, and this time she winced.She wondered to herself if she knew It had slipped out in frustration, but that did not make it any less cruel. Bella had every right to question her. Every right to demand answers and yet she had shut her down like it was nothing.Her fingers tightened slightly against the blanket…It was not nothing.Deep down as she laid there Eleanor knew that.She knew far more than

Holding On To Him.The door slammed harder than Bella intended as she walked back to her room as the sound rang through the room, she stood looking around like this was a kind of dream.“This is most certainly a joke.” she muttered.Regardless the room remained the way it was as if it carried everything she hadn’t said with… For a moment, she stood there with her back pressed against the wood, her fingers still curled around the handle.Her heartbeat came quickly as she took the first steps away as he could feel the pressure on her heart heavy and suffocating.Her chest rose quickly, uneven, like her body was trying to catch up with something her mind hadn’t yet accepted. She stared ahead, unfocused, her thoughts still stuck in the corridor.He didn’t come after her,like she had thought he would. That realization settled slowly, sinking deeper with each passing second.Bella’s grip on the handle loosened. Then, just as suddenly, something inside her gave way. She turned, stumblin

It Shouldn’t Be LostThe word didn’t come the way Bella expected, she had shut her eyes expecting the worst. It couldn't be that bad right. It was just a god-damned piece of paper. Yet all of this wasn't a justification. At least it didn't feel like that. If it was important to her then what was in it had to be.When the words finally came It wasn’t accusing in any way.“Bella,” Eleanor began, her voice quieter than before, “have you eaten?”Bella blinked. ‘Was that it?’Of all the things she had braced herself for, that wasn’t one of them.“No,” she answered after a second, caught off guard. “I… I wasn’t hungry.”Eleanor studied her for a moment longer, then gave a small nod, as if that confirmed something she had already assumed. Something about the woman before her seemed off but what it was she couldn't figure it out just yet.“That explains the state of you,” she said, not unkindly. “You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of an entire household on your shoulders.”Bella

Seeking Just Answers The night did not settle not at all after her father left, every word he said was left there in her subconscious mind as it lingered.Bella remained where she was long after the door had closed behind her father, as if something in her had not caught up to the moment yet. The room felt unfamiliar now, like it had shifted into something colder without warning.Her promise still echoed faintly in her ears.‘I’ll handle it.’The words had come too easily. She had said it without thinking too much about its impact and now she had to.Still they felt like a weight she could not set down. She moved at last, but slowly, like every step required thought. Again for the umpteenth time her gaze found the crumpled paper where it had fallen earlier. For a moment, she just looked at it, perhaps all of this was caused by it and at the same time maybe not.Then she walked past it. It wasn’t what mattered at that moment. All she wanted to do was get to the end of this.Andre