Todos os capítulos de The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Damien POVNight settled over the city, soft and deceptive, the kind of darkness that made men careless. It was almost midnight. I sat in my car a few houses down from a narrow, two-floor residential building. Nothing special. Nothing rich. The kind of place Lucian Verona pretended didn’t exist in his world.Yet he walked inside.I watched him push through the small iron gate, climb the short steps, and disappear behind a plain door. No guard outside, it was just him.That alone told me everything.Lucian never stepped into humble places unless the person inside mattered more than the image he built for himself.Someone he protected, and hid. Maybe someone he could not afford anyone else to know about.I watched the door for a few more minutes. No movement, not light. Whoever he came to see preferred it like this. Or maybe Lucian did not want the outside world to see them together.I filed that thought in the back of my mind. I would return to it.I started the engine and drove off, f

Lilith POVWhen I stepped out of the bathroom, steam was still clinging to my skin. The first thing I saw was the bed. I stopped so suddenly that water rolled off my legs onto the floor.There was something lying in the center of the mattress, it was a phone.I tightened the towel around myself and took a slow step forward. My fingers shook before I even touched it. I didn’t hear footsteps earlier. No one should have been in here. Lucian never walked into my room without announcing it, not like this.I reached for the device. It was cool against my fingers, the screen lighting up instantly. No password, not even apps. Just a blank home screen. I didn’t look deeper. My heart was already beating too hard.I dressed quickly and left the room, the phone hidden inside my bag. The house was too quiet. The hallway felt different, like someone had walked here recently.When I reached the stairs, Enzo stood near the base, checking something on his radio.I swallowed before asking. “Is Lucian s

LILITH’S POV Damien kicked the door shut without breaking the kiss. My back hit the wall, but I barely felt it. His mouth was on mine, hot, and hungry, talking without hesitation, like he had been holding this in for years. My fingers curled into his hair, my breath trembled against his lips, and my mind was still trying to form his name. Marco… Damien… both of them wrapped into the same man breathing hard against my mouth. His chest pressed into mine, pinning me in that small space between him and the wall. I felt his heartbeat, steady and strong, and it didn’t match the chaos happening inside me. When his name slipped out of me… his old name… it shattered something between us. “Marco…” His breath broke. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs tightening around his waist as he carried me into the bed. I didn’t remember taking another breath. We landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, his body half over mine. Damien touched my bottom lip with his thumb like he was lea

Damien POV Morning came quietly in the Verona estate. Light slipped through the tall windows in thin bands. I woke slowly, aware of the space before I opened my eyes. The bed was too wide, the sheets pressed flat where no one lay beside me anymore, except for Lilith’s strand of hairs and the smell of her that was still faint in the room. I inhaled without thinking, and the memory followed immediately. Her breath against my throat. Her hands, unsteady at first, then how it became certain. The way she had said my name the night before, not Damien, but Marco, like she had pulled the boy out of the man and refused to let him hide. The name settled in my chest longer than it should have. It loosened something I had kept tight for years. I smiled before I caught myself, a brief genuine smile, the kind I did not offer lightly. This was not how my mornings usually began. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet met the tiled floor, and the cold cut was sharp en

Lilith's POV I sat in the backseat as the car moved through the Verona estate, smoothly. My hands were resting in my lap, fingers loosely intertwined, though I hadn’t realized I had folded them that tight. As we began to pass the last bend, I turned my head. Damien’s mansion was standing behind us, bearing clean lines as usual, cold stone and a glass surface that reflected nothing back. The gate slid shut behind the car, and right after that happened, the question from the night before surfaced again, clearer now, sharper than it had been when Damien blurted it, “Why were you waiting outside?” I closed my eyes briefly, replaying it, not the words actually, but the way he had asked it. The pause before it. The look on his face. That hadn’t been suspected. It hadn’t been controlled as well, it had been a worry. The realization settled heavier than I expected. The truth between the two men in my life had finally taken shape, and now that it had, I just couldn’t unsee it. Lucian