All Chapters of His brother's obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

{Third person's pov}The door shut harder than she intended. Not a slam, but enough.Natasha stood there for a second, chest rising, fingers still curled around the handle. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, the city glowing through the glass walls. Everything about this place felt expensive, Just like him.Evan didn’t look up from the couch. He was seated comfortably, one arm resting along the back, a glass of whiskey in his hand, like he had all the time in the world.Like nothing had happened, Her jaw tightened.“How can you do that?” she demanded, stepping forward. “How do you just… decide something like this?” He took a slow sip before answering. “Good evening, Natasha.”She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Don’t.”Finally, his eyes lifted to hers. “You extended my contract,” she said, each word sharper now. “Without even telling me.”Evan set the glass down on the table beside him, unhurried, deliberate. Then he leaned back, watching her like she was something to be figured

{Third person's pov}The party was everything Natasha expected. And everything she hated.Crystal chandeliers. Low golden lighting. Conversations that weren’t really conversations, just carefully crafted words exchanged between people who measured value in power, not sincerity.Evan fit into it effortlessly. Of course he did.His hand rested at her waist as they moved through the room, his posture relaxed, his expression perfectly composed. He greeted people with ease, a faint smile always in place, his voice smooth, controlled.Untouchable.Natasha stayed beside him, just as composed on the outside. The dress, Red, structured, exactly as he had chosen, it fitted her like it was designed for this moment. For his world.“Stay close,” he murmured under his breath, barely looking at her. She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.It happened quickly, A turn. A step. Someone brushing past her a little too hard. The heel of her shoe caught slightly against the polished floor.And in the next

{Third person's pov}Evan didn’t slow down as he walked. Natasha followed, her steps quieter against the polished floor, her awareness sharper than before. His hand brushed briefly against her back as they entered the elevator, light, controlled.“Stay close,” he said as the doors closed. Silence pressed in.The elevator opened to a floor she hadn’t seen before.Dim. Isolated. Still. She has been in this building so many times and yet there was space she has never been too. Evan stepped out first, Natasha followed, her gaze flickering across the empty corridor.At the end, a door stood slightly open. Evan pushed it open without hesitation.He stopped, Just for a second, He wasn't expecting this, he wasn't expecting him after three years.Inside, Ethan Ramos sat at the far end of the room, posture relaxed, like he had always been there.Not waiting.Just… present, Evan’s expression shifted, quick, contained.“You’re here?” Evan asked, Not anger, Just surprise.Ethan didn’t move. “I ha