All Chapters of Off-Side Love With My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

WrenThe apartment froze into an agonizing, suffocating silence.Ross stood in the open doorway, his knuckles white around his car keys. His eyes were fixed on us, on my arms wrapped tightly around Dani’s waist, and on Dani’s hands resting protectively on my lower back.Dani didn't pull away from me. Instead, he shifted his body slightly, stepping forward to shield me with his broad shoulder."Ross," Dani said, breaking the silence, his voice low and tight. "Where are you coming from so late?"Ross didn't look at Dani. He barely seemed to register that his own brother was speaking to him. His gaze remained locked entirely on me, dark, hollow, and completely devoid of the warmth I had known my entire life.A bitter, lifeless laugh escaped Ross’s lips. It was a cold, quiet sound that sent a shiver straight down my spine."Well," Ross said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "I’m glad to see you’ve finally made your choice, Wren."My stomach dropped. I blinked at him, my heart stutter

WrenThe cold night air hit my face like a slap as I was yanked violently backward into the dark alley behind the faculty building.I couldn't scream because a thick, heavy leather glove was clamped tightly over my mouth and nose, suffocating me. The smell of cheap motor oil and stale sweat filled my lungs. I thrashed wildly, kicking my legs and slamming my heels into my attacker's shins, but his arms were like iron bars wrapped around my chest."Shut up! Stop moving!" a raspy, unhinged voice hissed directly into my ear.He threw me forward with terrifying force. I flew through the air and slammed hard against the rough brick wall of the building. Pain exploded across my shoulder and back. I fell to my knees on the cold, damp pavement, gasping desperately for air."Get up!" the voice barked.I pushed myself up, wiping the tears from my eyes, and looked up into the dim moonlight.My heart completely stopped. My blood ran pure ice.Standing in front of me, holding a heavy roll of duct t

WrenBANG!The heavy oak door of the office was slammed open so violently it bounced against the wall.I jumped in surprise. Vance instantly stood up, stepping protectively in front of my sofa.Dani stood in the doorway.He looked completely wild. His hair was messy, his dark leather jacket was unzipped, and his chest was heaving as if he had just run a marathon. In his right hand, he was clutching my cracked, broken smartphone."Wren!" Dani roared, his dark eyes sweeping over the room until they landed on me."Dani!" I gasped, dropping the gray blanket and standing up.Dani strode into the room in three massive steps, grabbing my arms and pulling me tightly against his chest. He buried his face in my hair, his whole body trembling with raw, desperate fear."God, Wren... I found your phone smashed in the side parking lot," Dani breathed out, his voice cracking with emotion. "I saw the police lights... I thought someone took you. Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!""I'm okay, Dani, I'm o

Wren"It's easier for him to attack my character than to admit he failed to protect you when you needed him most," Vance said smoothly, his voice dripping with gentle logic. "You mustn't let his emotional volatility drag you down, Wren. You have a brilliant future ahead of you."He leaned forward, his dark eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Which brings me to the fellowship. I want to accelerate your research proposal. My family owns a private historic brownstone downtown, it houses an extensive, private collection of rare 19th-century manuscripts that aren't open to the public. It would give your paper an unbeatable advantage.""A private estate library?" I asked, my eyes widening with interest. "Really?""Yes," Vance nodded smoothly. "I can take you there this evening. It will be quiet, peaceful, and entirely free from the noise and drama of the campus. We can review the texts and finalize your application draft in peace.""That sounds amazing, Professor," I said, a genuine smile breaki

DaniI couldn't breathe.I stood on the icy rink at the campus arena, gripping my hockey stick so hard my knuckles were numb through my thick gloves. The coach’s whistle blew loudly, echoing off the high ceilings, but I barely heard it."Calloway! What the hell was that pass?!" Coach shouted from the sidelines. "Your head isn't in the game today! Get off the ice!"I didn't argue. I skated off the ice, ripped my helmet off, and slammed it against the bench.I couldn't focus. I couldn't skate. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Wren’s hurt, angry face from this morning.A brute. She called me a brute.The words felt like a sharp dagger twisted right into my ribs. I loved her more than my own life. I would throw myself in front of a moving train for her. But she looked at Vance like he was a saint, and she looked at me like I was a monster."Something is wrong," I muttered to myself, tearing my skates off in the locker room. "Something is terribly wrong."My gut was screaming at