All Chapters of Craving the Wrong Brother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Evelyn “What is the meaning of this?” Eunice held up her phone to my face and I narrowed my eyes as I tried to make out what was displayed on the screen, but before I could even do that, I was smacked hard across the face.I lost my footing instantly and I almost stumbled to the floor but luckily I caught myself on time.“Have you suddenly lost the ability to speak?” Scott's eyes were burning hot, shooting lasers at me. “I thought I asked you to take down that silly page of yours?! And these pictures,” once again, a phone was shoved in my face.I still couldn't make out what was on the screen because my vision had blurred from the tears that had formed in my eyes.“Look at this mess! And these receipts? These tickets?” He scoffed, pushing his hair back, “is this your way of acting out? Because I've been busy?”“Busy?” The question left my lips without my permission, “you say that like you have been busy doing something good with your life, meanwhile you've been going around sticking

Desmond The office was quiet, but my thoughts weren't. I stared at the files all over my table and I threw my head back, relaxing against the chair.Was it worth it?The first time I said it to Isabel that I didn't think it was worth it to fight back, it was all because I wanted a cover up, but I've asked myself the same question ever since then.Was it really worth It? Everything and everyone was getting dragged to filth.My door creaked open and I immediately sat up when I saw Isabel walk in. I thought she was still with them.My confusion quickly turned to anger when I noticed how swollen her eyes has gotten. “Were you crying?”“That obvious?”I took her hand and gently pulled her to myself. “What happened? Are you okay? What's wrong?”She buried Her face in my chest and inhaled deeply. “I hate them,” she said in a very small voice and I immediately wrapped my arms around her tighter. “I hate that even after what they did to me, a part of me still wants to forgive them and just

IsabelThe second we walked in, Desmond immediately got into the guest room. I went after him and tried opening the door only to find it locked from the inside.It's been days now and he hasn't said a word to me or to anyone else, even throughout the funeral, he kept to himself. The very minute Raymond was buried, he asked to go home.“Desmond,” I knocked on the door desperately while twisting the door knob, but all I was met with was silence. “Desmond, please open up!” I knocked louder, but still got nothing in response.My heartbeat quickened with every second that I got no response. I placed my ear on the door and tried to make out any sound from the room, but it was quiet, way too quiet.“Baby,” I resumed my knocking. A lump formed in my throat and I tried so hard to blink away the tears, “please let me in, please!”I tried to keep knocking but I felt a soft hand wrap around my arm.“That's enough,” Helen said gently, pulling me away from the door. They came rushing over the secon

Raymond (the night before his death)I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I immediately tucked away the phone I was recording on and wiped the tears that escaped.As suspected, as the door burst open, Eunice barged in looking red in the face. “You think you can keep your little secret from me forever?” She asked, her voice high and I just stared at her.My lack of response must have infuriated her because she immediately grabbed my collar and pulled me to herself. “I know that you can talk, you dimwit, and I know that you have been meeting with your stupid son!”I tried to school my expression and pretend I knew nothing, but I failed. Her eyes twitched and she let go of me. For a solid minute, she just paced the room, tugging on her hair.“I really hoped it was a lie. When I started suspecting, I hoped for your good! For your own good, Raymond, I hoped It was a lie. Imagine my shock when I saw you through the cameras casually walking out of this house.”my eyes widened at her a

Desmond“If you have nothing to hide, why are you calling security so quickly and so easily?”“Because you are a threat to my life!” He turned to the reporters, who were taking pictures and trying to get every ounce of our interaction recorded. “This isn't about me hiding anything, I just don't want to be in close proximity with them.”“You had no problem at the funeral though, and you still haven't answered Evelyn's question about the legitimacy of that signature.” Isabel chimed in and I wrapped my hand around her waist.Scott looked pathetically to the door, and luck was definitely on his side because Brenna and Eunice barged in.The little distraction we gave them must have faded.“What do you think you two are doing here!?” Eunice roared, taking her place beside him.“We are just here to watch and provide evidence when needed, it's the least we can do.”“Your evidence is not needed here. Get out before I call the cops on you.”Isabel and I exchanged a look, then breathed out a lau