Filthy Cravings: Your BROTHER Is Mine 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

TianaI woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, but sleep had barely touched me. My head throbbed with a dull ache that started behind my eyes and spread across my temples. I sat up slowly in the bed, the sheets tangled around my legs from all the tossing and turning. My body felt heavy. Every muscle reminded me of the previous night. The shower. The almost-sex. The confrontation. The way Roman had stepped out of the bathroom like he had nothing to lose.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. My bare feet touched the cool floor. I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. Dark circles shadowed my eyes. My hair was messy from the restless night. I looked exhausted. Broken. The woman staring back at me felt like a stranger. How had everything spiraled so fast?I could not believe Roman had come out of the bathroom. The memory played over and over in my mind. Genova’s angry voice. The way he had grabbed me. The fear that had gripped my ch

43. TianaThe silence after my words pressed down on the room like a heavy blanket. I stood there at the bottom of the stairs, my bare feet cold against the polished floor. The emerald dress from the previous night still clung to my body, wrinkled from Roman’s touch. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable. I could not look at either of them anymore. Not at Genova’s pale, broken face. Not at Roman’s quiet, steady gaze.I turned and ran up the stairs. My feet moved quickly, two steps at a time. The tears blurred my vision. I reached the top and hurried down the hallway toward my studio. My hand fumbled with the doorknob. The door opened with a soft creak. I stepped inside, closed it behind me, and leaned my back against the wood. My shoulders shook as the sobs broke free again. I slid down to the floor, my dress pooling around me. The cool wood pressed against my back. I hugged my knees to my chest and let the tears fall

45. TianaThe brush slipped from my fingers and fell onto the floor with a soft clatter. I stared at the closed door where Roman had just walked out. The studio felt colder now. The morning light that had felt warm and hopeful moments ago now seemed harsh and indifferent. My chest tightened until every breath hurt. I sank back onto the stool, my legs too weak to hold me upright any longer. The canvas in front of me blurred as fresh tears filled my eyes.I had thought the pain from the confrontation downstairs was the worst part of the start of the day. But this felt deeper. Roman’s words kept echoing in my mind. He had blamed himself. He had said he was the reason for all of this. The fighting. The chaos. The way Genova had looked at me with such raw betrayal. He had walked away to fix what he thought he had broken. And I had just sat there, unable to find the right words to stop him.But again, I didn’t understand why he behaved like that. He had promised to be there for me. That he

47. Genova"Tiana, can we talk?" I murmured minutes after her mother left the garden.All this time, we had just been standing here, non of us saying anything. Tiana's face to the garden, her hair swaying with the morning wind, her age visible with the way her body was shaking, her hands trembling."Tiana." I slowly, tapped her at the back. Well, it had taken me all my strength to do that. But she spun abruptly, glaring at her."I?" She pointed at herself."Don't have anything to speak to you about." And just like that, she rushed towards the house."Tiana...." I called but she was already away, making me swallow hard, my jaws tightening and my fists clenched at the sides.I watched her walk away from the garden. Her steps were quick, almost hurried, as if she could not stand to be near me any longer. Her shoulders remained tense. Her arms wrapped around herself like a shield. The way she moved away from me without looking back sent a sharp sting through my chest. She did not want me

49. GenovaIt had been three days since that incident in the garden with Tiana’s mother. Three long days where the memory of her angry screams and the way she had grabbed Tiana’s hair still played in my mind like a loop I could not stop. The house felt different now. Quieter in a way that pressed on my chest. I sat at my desk in the office, staring at the same report I had been trying to read for the past hour. The words blurred together. Numbers and figures meant nothing. My mind kept drifting back to Tiana. To the way she had looked at me when I knelt before her. The surprise in her eyes. The confusion. The way she had helped me up and then walked away without another word.I had tried everything since that day. Flowers left at her door in the morning. Expensive chocolates placed on her nightstand, the same ones she liked. Meals I had cooked myself, her favorites, left warming in the kitchen with a note. Each time she had turned me down. She would not open the door when I knocked. S