Semua Bab Off Limits: My Brother's Best Friend : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chaos erupted inside the dimly lit warehouse as police officers swarmed Marcus. Elena’s brother stood motionless for a split second, his eyes locked on hers with a mixture of defiance and crushing regret. The man who had always been the chill protector, the one who had warned her about Damien years ago but ultimately supported their secret relationship, now looked like a stranger. Leo’s cries pierced the air, small and terrified, snapping Elena out of her shock. “Leo!” She pushed past the officers, dropping to her knees in front of the chair. Her fingers fumbled with the ropes binding his wrists, tears streaming down her face as she pulled him into her arms. His small body shook against hers, his face buried in her neck. “Mama’s here, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Damien was right behind her, his strong arms wrapping around both of them. For a moment, the three of them formed a tight circle amid the flashing police lights and shouted commands. Leo’s fingers clutched Damien’s

The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and quiet hope as Elena, Damien, and Lila waited for the full compatibility results. Leo sat between his parents on the stiff plastic chairs, swinging his legs and clutching the small toy car Damien had bought him from the gift shop. The boy’s earlier fear from the kidnapping had faded into curious questions about the “sick brother” he might help. Elena stroked his dark hair, her heart aching with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. Yesterday’s terror still lingered in her muscles, but Leo’s resilience reminded her why they fought so hard. Damien’s hand rested on her knee, thumb tracing slow circles, a silent anchor. After the heated confessions and the desperate kiss in the kitchen, something had shifted between them. The truth about Noah had shattered illusions, but surviving Marcus’s betrayal had forged a raw, honest connection. No more emotional avoidance. Damien had laid everything bare the night before, including the contingency fun

Elena’s fingers tightened around the phone as the new message glowed ominously on the screen. Victoria’s cold smile in the jet photo sent a chill racing down her spine. The woman who had once welcomed her into the family with calculated warmth now threatened the lives of her own grandchildren with clinical precision. Damien read the words over her shoulder, his body going rigid against hers in their bed. The 48-hour window for Noah’s transplant felt like a noose tightening around their fragile new beginning. “We’re not playing her game,” Damien growled, already reaching for his laptop on the nightstand. “She wants a legacy? I’ll dismantle hers piece by piece.” Elena set the phone down and turned to him, cupping his face in her hands. The exhaustion from the past days etched deep lines around his eyes, but the determination burning there reminded her why she had fallen for him all those years ago, the emotionally avoidant man slowly learning to fight for what mattered. “We do this tog

Elena stood at the upstairs window the following morning, the roar of helicopter blades vibrating through the glass as another news chopper circled low over the property. The media presence had swelled overnight into a full-scale siege. News vans formed a solid wall along the street, reporters shouting questions toward the house whenever a curtain twitched. Social media had turned into a battlefield of speculation, with hashtags trending globally and old family photos twisted into conspiracy theories. Sponsors were pulling out in waves, board members were demanding virtual emergency meetings, and the stock price of Damien’s companies had taken a noticeable dip. Victoria’s carefully orchestrated leaks had transformed their private struggles into public entertainment. Damien joined her at the window, his hand finding hers in silent support. The doubt from Victoria’s DNA claim still lingered in the shadows of his expression, though the confirmed results had eased some of the tension in h

The morning started like the previous ones, with the constant roar of helicopters and reporters camped outside the gates. Elena was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the boys when Damien’s phone rang. He answered it on speaker, and his head of security’s urgent voice filled the room. “Sir, we’ve got her.” Elena froze mid-motion. Damien’s grip tightened on the phone. “Explain.” “We traced the latest leaks to a private server Victoria was using. But here’s the bigger discovery. She wasn’t just leaking information. She had installed hidden cameras and microphones in this house. Multiple ones. In the living room, the boys’ play area, even parts of your bedroom. She’s been watching and recording everything for months.” Elena felt a wave of nausea hit her. The violation was deeper than she had ever imagined. Victoria had invaded their most private moments, their conversations, their attempts to rebuild as a family, their tender moments with Leo and Noah. Damien’s face went from sho