Todos os capítulos de His brother's obsession: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

{Third person's pov}Maya looked through the living room window as a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled into her driveway.She sighed quietly. "It didn't even take him two hours."Natasha, curled up on the sofa with a mug of untouched tea, looked toward the window. "He shouldn't have come."Maya gave her a knowing smile. "He was always going to."A moment later, the doorbell rang and Maya glanced at Natasha. "Do you want me to tell him you're not here?"Natasha lowered her eyes. "...No."Maya nodded before walking to the front door and as soon as she opened it, Ethan stood there.His tie was gone and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, his hair was slightly messy, as though he'd run his hands through it countless times.Most noticeable of all... His eyes were red. "I know she's here."Maya folded her arms. "She is.""Can I see her?" Maya studied him for a long moment."If you're here to continue the argument, you can leave.""I'm not... I'm here because I hurt my wife." Maya

{Third person's pov}The Ramos mansion was silent.Moonlight spilled through the bedroom windows, casting silver shadows across the room.Natasha slept peacefully, curled against Ethan's side, his arm rested protectively around her waist.For the first time in days... They had fallen asleep in each other's embrace but Ethan's mind refused to rest...."Daddy!" A tiny voice echoed through a sunlit garden and Ethan turned around.Standing a few feet away was a little girl, she couldn't have been older than four.Long dark hair, bright brown eyes and she wore a little white dress and held a stuffed dinosaur tightly against her chest.She giggled. "Daddy! Catch me!" His heart melted.He laughed, a carefree laugh he hadn't heard from himself in years and chased after her across the garden.She squealed happily. "You'll never catch me!""Oh, really?" He scooped her into his arms, lifting her high into the air.She burst into laughter, again and again. "Daddy!"She wrapped her tiny arms arou

{Third person's pov}Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow.Natasha stirred awake slowly and for a moment, she simply lay there, enjoying the comforting warmth surrounding her.Ethan's arm was still draped around her waist, his breathing was calm and steady and a small smile tugged at her lips.Carefully, she turned to face him, his eyes were already open. "Good morning," he whispered."You were awake?" She asked and he replied. "For a while." She smiled softly before resting her hand against his chest.Neither of them spoke for a few peaceful moments, It was the kind of silence that felt comforting rather than awkward.Then... A thought crossed Natasha's mind and she frowned slightly. "Ethan...""Hm?" She looked into his eyes. "Last night..." His eyebrows lifted. "You didn't..." She hesitated. "...use protection."He remained quiet for a moment and then... A small smile appeared on his face. "I know."She blinked. "You... know?"He

{Third person's pov}The steady beeping of the heart monitor echoed softly through the private hospital room.Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains and Ethan's eyelids felt unbearably heavy.His shoulder throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, slowly... He opened his eyes, the white ceiling came into focus.For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was, then the pain reminded him, the summit, the gunshot and the ambulance.He instinctively tried to sit up and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, he hissed through clenched teeth. "Easy, sir." A nurse immediately walked over."You've just had surgery." Before Ethan could answer, he felt something warm against his hand, he looked down... Natasha.She was asleep beside his bed, her head rested on folded arms near the mattress, she was still wearing yesterday's dress.Her makeup had long since faded, dark circles sat beneath her eyes but she hadn't left.Even her fingers were still loosely wrapped around his hand, a faint smil

{Third person's pov}A week later... The doctors had finally discharged Ethan from the hospital.The Ramos mansion had become unusually quiet, every member of the security team had doubled their vigilance.Guards stood at every entrance, surveillance drones circled the property, no one was taking chances anymore, especially Ethan.Early that morning... Natasha woke to find the other side of the bed empty.She frowned. "Ethan?"There was no answer, she slipped on one of his shirts and quietly walked downstairs.The kitchen was empty, the study was empty and then... A familiar sound echoed from the underground training facility.Thud, thud, thud.Her heart sank and she hurried downstairs, the moment she opened the heavy steel door... She froze.Ethan stood in the center of the training room.His injured shoulder was wrapped in a compression bandage beneath a black T-shirt and sweat covered his forehead.He was repeatedly striking a heavy punching bag with his uninjured hand, again and a