Todos os capítulos de MY HUSBAND'S BROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH ME: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

[The Brother Who Stayed]“You shouldn’t have come back here, Adrian… not after what you did.”The words hit before I even stepped fully into the room.I froze at the threshold.The mansion—what remained of it—felt like a body that had survived something violent but hadn’t healed. The marble floors were cracked in thin veins. The chandeliers above us flickered like they couldn’t decide whether to hold on or let go. Smoke still lingered faintly in the air, a reminder that whatever had happened here… it wasn’t over.And in the center of it all stood the two men who had already broken me in different ways.Julian.Adrian.Facing each other like enemies who had been waiting years for this exact moment.I shouldn’t have stayed.But I did.Because something inside me—something sharper now, something no longer afraid to bleed for the truth—told me this was the moment everything finally cracked open.Julian’s voice was calm.Too calm.“Walk away,” he said, not even looking at me. “This doesn’t

The Rules of Escape“The plan to escape wasn’t the dangerous part… it was who would suffer when I did.”I didn’t sleep.Not after the gates opened.Not after the man who looked at me like I already belonged to him.Not after realizing the world outside the mansion was just another cage—only bigger, colder, and filled with people who knew exactly what I was worth.I stood by the shattered window of my temporary room—the only one still intact enough to pretend safety—and watched the horizon bleed into morning.Nothing felt quiet anymore.Even silence felt watched.

I didn’t answer.Julian looked at me again.And for one terrifying second, all the masks disappeared.I saw obsession.Raw.Bleeding.Desperate.“You ruin me,” he whispered.My breath caught.He moved closer slowly.“You walk into a room and suddenly I can’t think correctly.” His voice lowered. “I can’t predict myself around you anymore.”I should have stepped back.I didn’t.That was my weakness.Julian touched my face gently.Too gently.“You are the only thing that still makes me lose control.”The confession hit harder than shouting would have.Because it was real.And because part of me believed him.That was the sickest part of all.The dangerous thing about Julian wasn’t that he lied.It was that sometimes he told the truth.And the truth felt worse.A sudden crash echoed from somewhere upstairs.Julian instantly pulled away.Alert.Cold again.He moved toward the hallway.I followed before he could stop me.“Stay here.”“No.”His eyes flashed with irritation.“Maris—”“I said

Nobody answered immediately.Which meant it was catastrophic.I scanned the document faster.The marriage wasn’t just personal.It was financial.Strategic.Terrifyingly calculated.My inheritance.My mother’s holdings.Voting power inside Vale Holdings.Everything is transferred through marriage alignment.This wasn’t just about obsession.This was empire-level warfare.“You used me,” I whispered.Julian’s expression changed instantly.“No.”“You married me because of money?”Adrian stepped forward sharply.“It’s bigger than money, Stella.”I looked at him.“Then explain it.”His jaw tightened.Julian answered first.“Your marriage consolidated control of assets your mother hid before she disappeared.”The room spun.“So I was a transaction.”“No.” Julian’s voice sharpened. “You were leverage.”That sounded worse.Much worse.I laughed softly.Brokenly.“Oh my God.”Adrian moved toward me immediately.“Stella—”I stepped back.“No.”Pain crossed his face instantly.But I couldn’t sto

[THE RECORDING]“The first time I heard my own voice begging Julian to stop… I realized someone had been recording my life long before I understood I was trapped inside it.”The alarms started at 4:17 a.m.Not fire alarms.Security alarms.Sharp. Violent. Endless.I woke with my heart hammering against my ribs, disoriented by the flashing lights bleeding beneath my bedroom door. Somewhere deeper inside the damaged Yang mansion, men were shouting over each other.Phones rang.Footsteps thundered.Glass shattered.For one horrifying second, I thought someone had finally attacked the house.Then my phone lit up beside me.Unknown Number.A single message.WATCH THE NEWS.My stomach dropped.I opened the link.And froze.The screen filled with grainy black-and-white surveillance footage.My face.Julian’s office.My body was pinned against his desk months ago while his hand gripped my jaw hard enough to make me tremble.“Tell me who touched you, Maris.”The video cut.Another clip appeare