Todos os capítulos de My Boyfriend's Brother: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

I heard them the moment I stepped into the house.They were loud.I stood in the doorway, closed my eyes, listened, and tried to guess the girl. It had become a little game of mine. A girl has to entertain herself somehow.The moan that floated down the stairs was high pitched and dramatic, with that particular performance quality. It was too easy."Yep. That's definitely Daisy."My boyfriend was upstairs. With Daisy. Again.Daisy was the most frequent. Then Hannah. Then Paige, who only showed up occasionally and always smelled like the same vanilla perfume that I'd started associating with Liam's guilty face. Sometimes there were new ones — girls I hadn't catalogued yet — but he usually cycled back to his usuals. Creatures of habit, the both of them.From upstairs, Daisy confirmed my suspicions at a volume that suggested she either genuinely lost her mind or had never heard of neighbours.She was always so extra.He wasn't even that good.I set my bag down by the door. Took off my sh

Eleanor Holt's front door was dark green with a brass knocker that had been polished so many times it had probably forgotten what unpolished felt like.I stood in front of it and did my usual thirty second ritual — straighten up, breathe, remind myself that I was a person who belonged places and not a stray who had accidentally followed Liam home three years ago and never left.It helped. Slightly.Liam rang the bell. Eleanor opened the door with the specific warmth of a woman who was genuinely happy to see you, which still caught me off guard every single time."Nova." She took both my hands. Squeezed them. "You look wonderful. Come in, come in."We came in.The house smelled like something roasting and old wood and that particular expensive-house smell that wasn't a product, just money settling into the walls over generations. Gerald was already in the sitting room with a drink, which meant he'd been there long enough to need one, which was always a sign."Liam." Gerald. Then a paus

"Nova.""I'm going.""Just listen to me for one second —""Liam, I'm going to be late.""You don't have to do this." He was in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded, wearing the face he wore when he'd already decided how this conversation was going to go. "You don't have to prove anything. There are other jobs.""I know there are other jobs.""So why this one?"I picked up my bag. Checked my phone. 8:31. The Tube from here was twenty-two minutes if I left right now and ran slightly."Because it's the one I have," I said."Nova —""Liam." I looked at him. "I'm going."Something crossed his face. Not anger — something quieter than that. The specific expression of a man who had just realised that the usual tools weren't working and didn't know what to do about it. He was used to me folding. We both knew it. I had folded consistently and reliably for three years on things that mattered and things that didn't and somewhere between last night and this morning I had apparently run out of f