All Chapters of His brother's obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{Third person's pov}Two days later.Natasha was in their room watching a movie when Ethan entered, he was again working to find the attacker and he came back to the room after about eight hours of working.As soon as he entered the room, he found her sitting on the bed, absorbed in the movie playing on the screen. He paused briefly to watch her, a small smile tugging at his lips.He made his way over to the bed and sat down next to her, setting his phone on the nightstand. "Hey," he murmured, nudging her with his shoulder. "What are you watching?"Natasha looked at him and snuggled into him, "I was bored so I started watching this movie." She closed her eyes as her hands wrapped around his waist. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "Ah, boredom strikes again," he teased lightly, running a hand over her hair.He lowered his head, leaning his chin on the top of her head, enjoying the warmth of her close proximity. "What movie is this anyway?" he asked, peering at the scr

{Third person's pov}Morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the room and Natasha slowly stirred awake.Instinctively, she reached across the bed, the other side was cold and she frowned. "Ethan?"She sat up, glancing around the room, the bathroom was empty and the balcony doors were open, letting in the crisp morning breeze, but there was no sign of him.A quiet sigh escaped her lips. "I should've known..."She slipped out of bed, changed into one of Ethan's oversized shirts, and quietly made her way downstairs.As she approached the study, she could already hear muffled voices. "...check every financial transaction from the last six months... If someone paid the sniper, I want to know where the money came from."She gently pushed the study door open and the room looked like an investigation headquarters, maps of London covered one wall.Photographs were pinned to a large board with red strings connecting different names and locations, files

{Third person's pov}Nearly two weeks had passed and life inside the Ramos Mansion had changed.Security had doubled, every vehicle was inspected before entering the estate and every visitor was thoroughly searched.The mansion had become a fortress, yet despite all of Ethan's precautions... His biggest concern remained the same... Natasha."Ma'am?" One of the housekeepers looked at Natasha with concern."You haven't touched your breakfast." Natasha looked down at the plate in front of her, the smell alone made her stomach turn.She forced a small smile. "I'm just not very hungry today."The housekeeper nodded politely before leaving, the moment she was alone, Natasha pushed the plate away.A wave of nausea rolled through her and she quickly covered her mouth and hurried toward the nearest restroom.A few minutes later... She splashed cold water across her face. "What is wrong with me?"She stared at her reflection, she had been unusually tired for days, she'd been waking up exhausted

{Third person's pov}The next morning... For the first time in weeks... Ethan Ramos woke before the alarm without the weight of nightmares crushing his chest.Instead... He woke to the gentle rise and fall of Natasha's breathing against him, his arm rested protectively around her waist.A small smile found its way onto his lips, his family.He carefully placed his hand over her stomach.It was still too early, too early for any visible change.Yet knowing that a tiny life was growing beneath his palm made his heart swell with emotions he had never known existed."I'm going to protect you." He whispered so quietly that only the silence heard him. "Both of you."Natasha stirred slightly, smiling in her sleep and Ethan leaned down and kissed her forehead before carefully slipping out of bed.He didn't want to wake her, she needed rest now more than ever.An hour later... The atmosphere inside the study had changed.The investigation board still covered an entire wall, the photographs...

{Third person's pov}Rain poured relentlessly over London.Inside the Ramos Mansion, the investigation room had become the center of everyone's attention, maps covered the walls.Photographs were pinned together with colored markers.Every document recovered from Warehouse District Nine had been carefully organized across the conference table.Ethan stood in complete silence, studying every page for what felt like the hundredth time. "There has to be something."Arthur looked up from the laptop. "We've already gone through everything twice.""Then we'll go through it a third time."Arthur knew better than to argue.For the next two hours, the room remained silent except for the sound of turning pages.Natasha quietly entered carrying a tray with coffee and breakfast and neither man noticed.She smiled sadly. "You've both forgotten breakfast again."Arthur looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramos."She placed a cup beside him. "You don't apologize to me."She looked at Ethan. "You apologiz