All Chapters of The Many Shades Of My Brother-in-law : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The video replayed for the fifth time.I still couldn’t look away.My jaw clenched as the screen showed Alice’s flipped car again, rainwater reflecting against the shattered glass while her unconscious body remained trapped inside like some discarded thing left to rot.Then came the figure. Faye.I watched her step into frame again, calm as ever, standing beside the wrecked car like she belonged there.There is no sign of panic or horror. She just…watched. My grip around the iPad tightened dangerously.Then Tad appeared.His hand wrapped around Faye’s arm quickly before dragging her away from the scene.Neither of them helped Alice or called for help.Instead, that bastard dragged his sister-in-law away. Like they weren’t supposed to be there.Those two idiots really thought nobody would find out.My eyes hardened as the footage finally reached the part where I came running toward the car.Even now, I could still remember the fear I felt that night. The way my chest nearly stopped w

The gasp barely formed before his hand covered my mouth and my back met the wall.His chest pressed flush against mine and I felt all of him, broad, solid, warm in a way that short-circuited every coherent thought I had. His free arm braced behind my head and his amber eyes cut straight past me toward the balcony with the focused quiet of someone who had assessed the situation and made his decisions before I'd finished blinking.His cinnamon scent hit me and and I genuinely needed him to step back before I did something I couldn't take back. He didn’t.“Did you hear that?” Faye asked from the balcony, her voice suddenly tense. "It was probably the staff." Tad sounded bored already."That was not the staff. I heard voices, Tad, I'm not losing my mind." Timothy's jaw shifted once and then his face settled back into complete stillness. Nothing about him suggested he was standing in a darkened hallway with his body pressed against his brother's wife at a family party. Faye's heels cl

The sound ripped through the night and the scream left my throat before I could stop it.I watched the concrete come down and crush Timothy's car like it was nothing, glass scattering across the driveway, the roof caving completely inward and my body moved before my brain caught up. I ran to him, grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled him back hard, and he turned to look at me and I was already running my eyes over him, checking his face, his shoulders, his hands, searching for blood or damage or any sign that something had touched him."Hey." His voice was low and steady. "I'm fine.""Don't say that yet, let me…" I turned his arm over, checked the other one, looked at his face again."Alice." The way he said my name quietly stopped me. "I'm not hurt."I looked at him and the relief hit me so hard and so suddenly that I stopped thinking entirely and wrapped my arms around him. My face pressed against his chest and I felt him go still for exactly one second before his arms came a

Vincent called at seven sharp.“The concrete wasn’t structural failure,” he said. “Someone was on that rooftop. We have a partial image, male, heavyset, left the access point three minutes before it came down. This was planned before the party started.”“Find him,” I said and ended the call.I arrived at Ashbourne Medical Facility at half past nine the way I always did different name at the front desk with no driver in sight. The fourth floor nurses knew my face by now and knew better than to ask questions.Elliot’s room was quiet. I pulled the chair to its usual spot, opened my book and read in the silence.Twenty minutes passed before the door opened behind me.I didn’t turn around immediately. I recognized the footsteps, light and the faint vanilla scent that came with them.I turned.Alice stood in the doorway, bag halfway off her shoulder, jade eyes fixed on me with an expression she was working very hard to keep neutral.“Timothy?” she said carefully.“Mrs. Davenhall,” I repli

I stared down at the envelope the man had slipped onto my table in the quiet corner of the upscale restaurant. The one from M. My appetite vanished as I opened it and pulled out the photograph. There they were, Tad and Faye, locked in a heated hug on the rooftop the night of my recovery party. His hands gripped her waist, her lips pressed against his neck under the glow of the city lights. The image had been seared into my brain ever since. I hadn’t told anyone about it, not yet. But it played on repeat in my mind, stoking my anger and strengthening my resolve. How could I have been blind to it ?I tucked the photo away, paid the bill quickly, and left the restaurant, my thoughts still swirling.My phone rang as I drove home after leaving Elliot at the hospital. It was Mum. I answered on speaker, gripping the wheel tighter.“Alice, darling! Since you’re fully recovered now, we’ve scheduled the hospital appointment for tomorrow. You and Tad can finally proceed with giving me that