All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

After I left my mother’s room, I didn't leave the mansion. Instead, I found a quiet spot, sat on the floor, not minding if it was dirty, and placed my father’s album on my lap. I stared down at it, my eyes burning, my bottom lip trembling, then slowly, I opened it. On the first page was a picture of both of us, and that made my breath catch in my throat.I was maybe one or two in the photo, sitting on his shoulders, and he had the biggest smile on his face, his brown eyes filled with so much light. I caressed the photo, his face, finally remembering what he looked like again.“So this is what you looked like,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotions. I tried hard not to forget his face as the years passed, but that was impossible. As I went through things and tried to push everything to the back of my mind, his face slowly slipped from my mind: his eyes, his always-wide smile.I turned to the other page, and it was once again a picture of us, and this time, I was older. I was almos

“To my sons, this is the end for me. As it slowly drew near, and I could feel my body and mind weakening, a lot of things became much clearer to me, like how I've always been a father, and never a dad. To Roman, you don't have to carry the world alone on your shoulders. Let your brothers share that weight with you. To Damian, anger is never going to solve anything. Sometimes, let peace lead. To Elias, you don't have to be scared of feelings. You should feel everything. It’s too late to say this, but as I write this with tears in my eyes, I wish I could have been more present in all your lives. I wish I had loved you all with everything, because at the end of the day, all the money and power don't matter as I meet my end. None of that but family matters. And to Kaidora, you might think what I'm about to do is cruel, and it probably is. Not only that, but selfish as well, but please, don't hate me for it. We must not have spent much time together, but your father was my best friend,

DAMIANI hate feeling things. Not all things, but things that made my chest tight and made it hard to breathe. Things that made it hard to function like I always do. I hated things that made my throat tighten and my eyes sting.I wanted all this to be over and for things to go back to the way they used to be. I wanted to no longer feel these complicated feelings that didn't have an outlet and did nothing but suffocate me. But will things go back to the way they were?No. They won’t.The funeral progressed, and when we moved outside, it started raining. I stared up as the first raindrop hit my cheek. Another one landed, and I just closed my eyes as it rained on me until one of the bodyguards came with an umbrella, and I looked back down, sighing.I looked around, at the people dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, pretending they cared, acting like their world had been rocked, and my eyes landed on her. She stood straight, with her hands folded in front of her, looking so beautiful in

DAMIANIt felt like I was standing in an empty well, and it was raining. It was raining so heavily, and then slowly, slowly, the water built up, and I couldn't move. I couldn't crawl out, and the water was getting up to my neck, and there was nothing more I could do but wait to drown.But… but I… I didn't want to drown. I wanted to be pulled out. I wanted help, and I wanted to be saved. But who would save me without judging? Who can make it safe enough for me to drop my guard and just breathe? Was there a person like that?“Yes,” a voice whispered. “Yes, there is, and you know it.”“Yes,” I whispered back. “Yes, I know, but she hates me. She doesn't want to see me, and she doesn't want me in her space. I know she’s kind, and she’s soft, but I can't keep exploiting that. I’m not a monster.”“Just this once. Just this once. Just this once.”Just this once: that was what was repeating in my head over and over as I made my way back home and straight to her room. I… I would make sure she k

I slowly got on Damian’s lap without taking my eyes off his, positioning myself in a way that trapped his dick between our bodies. He shuddered, his eyes dropping, and when he wanted to reach for me, I shook my head.“This is a punishment, remember?” I whispered. My voice sounded strange, like it was coming from someone else’s lips, but I didn't mind. Not one bit. “You can't touch me.”“Fu–” He was about to curse when he bit his tongue, and instead said, “Please.”This… this wasn't what I expected. This wasn't what I saw myself doing in the middle of the night, but I had no regrets. And as I said to him, in the morning, we would act like this never happened. This moment right here was what I didn't know I needed until now.It was thrilling: the way he pleaded in a breathy voice, the way he whimpered, and how heated his eyes were. It was all so amazing.I started moving my hips slowly, rocking myself on his lap, and I could feel my juices coating him. Every time I pushed forward, I rub