All Chapters of The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

General pov The large room in Lucian’s private apartment carried the lingering scent of sin. The scent of expensive cologne and the stench of sex. The apartment was purely for his discretion. One of the things he loved to keep secret in the apartment, with the curtains half-drawn as late morning slid into afternoon, was the figure lying beside him in the room’s massive bed. Isabella. Curled up by his side, Isabella was naked if not for the bed sheet that covered her lower brother. Her upper body was totally bare. Her well-shaped boobs warmed Lucien’s right arm, while he held his phone with the left, peering at the screen like he was alone in the room. Done with the business that brought them to the apartment, the next thing that mattered to him was business. Enzo had messaged him to report that they retrieved some stuff from Bianca, but not what they were looking for. His face turned red with the message. He grunted under his breath in Italian. Isabella’s hand crept gently to h

LILITH’S POVMy feet were glued to the same spot. Not because I wanted to, but because my body forgot how to move.I was still looking at the person standing a few steps away from me, my eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face and trying in vain to search for the mistake, or rather the trick my mind was surely playing on me.But this was not a trick. This was real. He was real… Gary. He looked older, and thinner.But….it was him. He was breathing…Alive.My chest instantly grew tight.My mouth opened before my thoughts could catch up.“Gary…?” I called doubtfully.“I….I thought you died.”There was an uncertain pause as silence prevailed between us.Gary didn’t rush to speak.He just stood there, his shoulders slightly hunched, his face carrying years it shouldn’t have had to carry.After some time I noticed that something was flashing in his eyes now, something sensitive as if one wrong move might shatter the moment.But soon he took a few steps closer to me. Then as calmly as he

DAMIEN’S POV Night overwhelmed the world, while I was still at my office. The city lights had since grown duller while traffic moved so much slower than it did in the morning. Inside, there was no sound but the hum of the building and my own breathing. Silence remained in the air deliberately as if it had been waiting for me. I opened the document Rafe had delivered from Rome. At first, I expected the usual. Financial leverage. Shipment routes. Numbers Lucian didn’t want to see. That assumption did not live up to three seconds before it was shattered. I soon realized that what was before me now was way more than a document, it was an archive. Categorized. Indexed. Layered with unrealistic care. Talk about dates runni

DAMIEN’S POV I sat alone in the car, with my brain heavy with many thoughts It had been hours since the discovery, yet I had not recovered. My fingers drummed against the wheel as I thought back. first to the call I had made earlier today, and then further, to the weeks ago after realizing Bianca’s involvement with Lucian Both calls ended the same way. Both had been answered by one man. An agent, named Maleek. Maleek wasn't just an operative. He wasn't just a man who followed a boss. He had been a former intelligence agent, written off as dead by nearly every agency in the world. I had found him three years ago in Russia… wounded, abandoned, left to die. And I had done what had to be done to save him. And ever since, he had worked exclusively for me. Perfect operations, carried out, quietly

General POV The Following afternoon was a quiet one. And this quietness had rubbed off on the boutique itself which seemed too serene today for business hours. Racks stood neatly arranged while mannequins lay frozen in mid-pose. As for Lilith, she was sitting in her small office at the back, her laptop was open with a spreadsheet glowing on the screen. However, she wasn’t working…Not really. Rather, the business she had occupied herself with was searching for Damien and his company online. She had been doing that for close to an hour now. The results loaded soon after. At the top sat a company website, she clicked and the next page immediately revealed a website with a white background, and dark fonts. It looked quite professional. Images slid across the screen, showing glass boardrooms with long tables, men i