All Chapters of Tied To The Wrong Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sheets rustled as Nathan tossed and turned, staring at the clock on the bedside table. 1:04AM.And Valentino still hadn't come home. He sighed, sitting upright, back against the headboard. His eyes drifted to the pillows he'd divided the bed with.Nothing in Nathan's life had ever felt so out of place. He woke up the next day, more tired than he was the night before, curled up beneath the blankets.Three layers of the thickest fabric he could find and yet the chill air of the night seeped through.His eyes darted to the side, hoping to see Valentino asleep on the other side of the pillows. His tight jaw, his furrowed brows, and the peaceful rise and fall of his chest—he missed them all.But there was nothing; the sheets were pristine.Nathan slid off the bed, soles meeting the cold tiles. He crossed the room in a few strides and reached for the door handle, turning it, and pulling the tall wooden door open. The hallway was quiet. It had always been quiet, but this silence was

The wind blew, sweeping along dried leaves and dust as it whistled through the trees. It was peaceful. Calm. Cool. A sharp contrast to the turmoil within him.Valentino sat before his mother's gravestone, clutching a bouquet of her favourite flowers in his hand. Celyn's words swirled in his head—constant, harsh, true.He shifted, shutting his eyes as he relived the night that changed his life, his views, what having a fated mate meant.It wasn't one that was known to many; only Valentino, his father, and the woman he brought home shared the knowledge of a bitter truth.Carrie died because Nikolai severed the string.When she fell sick, his father had been by her side like everyone expected. He slept on the chair beside her in the hospital, cooked meals for her, massaged her feet and back even when she didn't ask. Everyone believed their love would prevail through this time, but they were wrong. He was wrong. That night, he'd woken up to her screams. This visceral, gut-wrenching shri

One. Two. Three.The pictures came off the wall one after the other, except one. The one which Nathan and Mikhail had taken in front of their university.It would remain there—a tribute to his first love.He gathered the pictures he'd peeled off and placed them in the wooden basket, then he placed that in the lowest section of his wardrobe.His sigh drifted through the air, as he dropped onto the side of the bed, gaze locked onto the picture he'd kept.A warmth crept to his ears as he remembered Valentino standing before those images, dark-brown eyes hinting at something dangerous.He couldn't explain it, but the way it shimmered in his eyes and burned in his irises sent a thrill through him.It was like he... Valentino was jealous.Nathan sighed again, sprawling out on his bed. His eyes swept across the ceiling, squinting slightly as he relived the scenes.The hug. Valentino's hand tugging at his. The man's quiet gruff voice telling him to stay. When he told Celyn that he wouldn't cu

"Two shots of espresso, four shots of frappuchino and cream," Nathan said, glancing at the menu board hanging from the ceiling."To-go?" The young female attendant asked, bright brown eyes shimmering as they looked up at him.He nodded.She smiled and scribbled the order on a pad of paper, then gestured for him to take a seat. "I'll be right back."Nathan nodded, watching her disappear into the room behind the counter. He sighed and took a seat at the table, scrolling through videos on his phone. "Kinda rude to not answer messages, you know?" A familiar voice said from above him and he looked up to see Silver.His eyes rolled before he could stop them."What do you want?" He asked, voice colder than intended, placing the phone back in his pocket.The man flashed him a smile that made him cringe, and dropped onto the seat across from him."Where have you been?" He asked, earning a wary look from Nathan, before he waved his hands in the air. "Not that," he added briskly, chuckling."

"You really can't cook," Valentino coughed out, reaching for a glass of water. Nathan paused, smiling lightly as he watched the man eat the food anyways. If anyone had told him Valentino would be sitting in his kitchen and eating his not-so-healthy food, he would never have believed them. The man glanced up at him and he looked away, ears burning slightly. He fiddled with the spaghetti strands, before taking a bite. Maybe he'd gotten immune to his excessively seasoned foods. He scoffed and continued eating, eyes darting sporadically towards Valentino.When they were done eating, he got off the stool, cleared their plates and walked towards the sink to wash them.He hummed as he scrubbed the plates, rinsed them and placed them on the dish rack. Just as he was about focusing on the cups, a warmth enveloped him from behind. He jolted slightly, knocking into something hard, heart lurching as he watched Valentino's hands come to rest on the edge of the sink, trapping him."Are you goi