All Chapters of Filthy Cravings: Your BROTHER Is Mine : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

12. Tiana My pulse spikes but I force myself to stay calm.“Look what?”His gaze lingers on my mouth and my stomach twists violently.Roman walks into the kitchen before Genova can answer.Perfect timing.He moves like nothing happened, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before leaning casually against the counter beside me. Too close beside me and I feel the heat of his body instantly.Genova notices too and something flickers across his face.“You found her?” Roman asks lazily.Genova’s eyes remain on me.“She wasn’t in the studio,” he says and I nearly choke on my own breath.Roman unscrews his water bottle calmly. “Maybe she finally got tired of hiding in there.”I glare at him subtly and he ignores me completely. Genova continues staring at me in that strange unreadable way, and discomfort crawls beneath my skin.Why is he looking at me like that now after all this time?“You okay?” He finally asks.The question catches me off guard because Genova never asks that not unl

14. Tiana Genova stepped toward me again holding the suitcase I was dragging.“Tiana, think carefully before you do something you will regret later.”The warning in his tone sent irritation rushing through me.Regret? He talked like I was the one destroying our marriage.Roman took the suitcase gently from my hand before stepping between us slightly. It was subtle but protective and possessive.“You should probably stop threatening your wife because she wants space,” Roman said coldly.“I’m talking to her.”“And she heard you.”The brothers stared at each other again and God, the tension between them felt ancient like that went far beyond me.Genova finally exhaled sharply before looking at me one last time.“If you walk out of this room,” he said quietly, “don’t regret it later.”Then he stormed inside and the bedroom door slammed hard enough to shake the walls.Silence followed instantly.I stared after him, stunned then slowly turned toward Roman.“I genuinely don’t understand him

16. Tiana Hailey. Roman felt me freeze immediately and his arms tightened slightly around me.“What?” He asked quietly.I turned the phone enough for him to see the caller ID and something dark flashed across his face instantly.“You don’t have to answer that.”But anger rose inside me suddenly. It was hot, sharp and ugly. Maybe it was because of my mother, maybe because of Genova or maybe because I was simply tired of swallowing everything quietly.Why did they all think that they could walk all over me. I never asked to be Genova's wife. No one has ever asked me what I have ever wanted. All I have ever done was do what I was told.When I was little, my mother chose all my classes for me. After high school I wanted to go to university and study finance but my mother told me that I was born to be a rich man's wife and so I had to learn to be a rich man's wife. That's how I found myself in a class learning how to cook and housekeeping. She even brought a person in the house to teac

18. Asena I cried until my chest hurt, until breathing became uneven… until my head throbbed painfully from holding everything in too long. Roman never once told me to stop and that somehow undid me more than anything else. Most people became uncomfortable around tears. They rushed to silence them, fix them or dismiss them like my mother but Roman simply held me like he understood that some pain needed to leave before it destroyed you from the inside. My face stayed buried against his chest while his hand moved slowly through my hair gently in a way I wasn’t used to. Eventually my crying weakened into quiet trembling breaths and exhaustion settled heavily into my bones afterward. The kind that went deeper than physical tiredness. I stayed curled against him without moving and neither of us spoke for a while. The room felt strangely peaceful despite everything. Soft yellow light spilled from the bedside lamp across the room. The rain outside tapped quietly against the windows, l

20. TianaGenova rubbed a hand over his jaw tiredly.“You’re acting cold.”I blinked at him slowly wondering if he said cold to me. The irony almost hurt.“You introduced other women into our marriage,” I say and his expression hardened instantly and he's out of words, “and somehow I’m the cold one?”“That’s not what I said.”“It’s exactly what you implied because you are already used to blaming me for everything including your shortcoming.”Silence stretched between us and Genova looked strangely unsettled suddenly like this conversation wasn’t going the way he expected.Maybe he thought I would cry, beg or compete harder for his attention but instead I stood there emotionally exhausted and deeply done and I think that scared him more.His gaze dragged slowly over my face again lingering and searching.“You’ve changed.”The words came quieter this time and dangerously observant.My stomach tightened because he was right. Something had changed and part of me feared he could somehow se