All Chapters of Falling For My Ex-Fiance’s Ruthless Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1I stood in my wedding dress while the guests whispered behind me.My fiancé wasn’t late.He had run away.The church was full.White roses lined the aisle. Soft music floated through the air as sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, painting colors across the polished floor.Everything was perfect.Everything was exactly the way I had imagined it since I was a little girl.Except for one thing.The groom was missing.I stood at the altar, my hands trembling slightly as I held my bouquet. My wedding dress suddenly felt heavier than it had a few minutes ago. The lace sleeves hugged my arms too tightly, and the room felt warmer with every passing second.Five minutes.Ten minutes.Fifteen.The whispers had already started.I could hear them even if people tried to keep their voices low.“Where’s the groom?”“Did something happen?”“Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”My chest tightened as I glanced at the large wooden doors of the church again.Any second now, I told myself

Chapter 3If there was one thing I understood clearly after my first ten minutes at Montefalco Holdings, it was this:Sebastian Montefalco hated me.Not disliked.Not mistrusted.Hated.The way he had looked at me earlier still lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t shake off.Cold.Sharp.Accusing.As if I had personally destroyed something precious to him.And maybe, in his eyes, I had.Because in his version of the story, I was the woman who had driven his brother away.The woman who had ruined Donn Montefalco’s life.The irony of it made my chest ache.I hadn’t ruined anything.I had been the one left behind.“Avah?”I blinked, realizing Carla was still standing beside me.“Sorry,” I said quickly.She gave me a sympathetic look.“Don’t worry about him.”“About who?”She raised an eyebrow.“The Ice King.”I frowned slightly.“The what?”Carla leaned closer and lowered her voice.“That’s what people here call Mr. Montefalco.”I glanced down the hallway where Sebastian had disa

Chapter 5Airports always make me nervous.Too many people. Too much noise. Too many places someone could disappear to.As I walked through the large glass doors of the departure terminal, I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time someone I loved had disappeared.Donn Montefalco.The man who left me at the altar.The man whose older brother was currently walking beside me like an intimidating shadow.Sebastian Montefalco moved through the airport with quiet authority. People stepped aside without him saying a word, as if they could sense the power in his presence.Meanwhile, I struggled just to keep up with his long strides.“You walk fast,” I muttered.He glanced at me briefly.“You walk slow.”“That’s because I’m carrying my luggage.”“You insisted on bringing it.”I sighed.Traveling with Sebastian Montefalco was already exhausting.We reached the private check-in counter for business class, and within minutes we were heading toward the boarding gate.I noticed the curious looks

Chapter 7The rooftop terrace slowly emptied as the investors began leaving.The city lights of Singapore stretched endlessly below us, glittering against the dark water of the harbor.It should have been a peaceful moment.But my mind was still stuck on the dinner.“You didn’t have to lie,” I said quietly.Sebastian stood beside the railing, his hands resting casually in his pockets.“I didn’t lie.”“You exaggerated.”“That’s different.”I exhaled slowly.“You made it sound like I rebuilt an entire marketing strategy.”“You contributed enough.”“That’s not the point.”Sebastian finally turned to look at me.His expression was calm, but thoughtful.“You were uncomfortable.”“Of course I was uncomfortable,” I replied.“That man recognized me from the worst moment of my life.”For a moment, something softened in his gaze.Then he looked away again.“You handled it well.”The compliment surprised me.Before I could respond, Sebastian checked his watch.“We should go.”“To the hotel?”“Ye

Chapter 9I told myself I was only staying in Sebastian Montefalco’s suite because it made sense.Nothing more.It was practical.Safe.Necessary.That was what I kept repeating in my head as I changed into the hotel robe and sat at the edge of the guest bed, staring at the city lights outside the window.But no matter how many times I told myself this arrangement meant nothing, my heart refused to calm down.Maybe it was because of the men on the road.Maybe it was because of the strange phone call.Or maybe it was because, for the first time since Donn left me at the altar, I was in the same room as a man who made me feel too much.Sebastian was dangerous in a different way.Not because he shouted.Not because he threatened.But because every time he looked at me, it felt like he could see straight through the walls I had spent months building around myself.I lay down eventually, though sleep didn’t come easily.My mind kept replaying the night.The investor recognizing me.Sebasti