All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DAMIANThe silence that filled the space was defeating. Nobody moved, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on Elias's wound. Even Elias appeared shocked at his outburst. Elias, who had a cool head on his shoulders, and tried not to let things get to him. The brother who tried as much as he could to appear positive when we all knew that deep down he had his own monsters, too.But he never showed it. He kept to himself. And now the same Elias had yelled and punched a hole into the wall. I was shocked just as much as I was when he told me Roman had punched him. I thought my elder brother did not have a single violent bone in his body. I thought none of them did.Violence was my language. Not theirs.I was the one who got suspended many times from school because I got into violent fights, and even my father’s money could not keep me from being suspended. I was the one who was sued because I assaulted a bastard who deserved to have his dick cut out.All that was me, and never did my parents rec

KAIDORAMy lungs burned as I ran, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know where I was running to. I just knew I had to get away, away from the brothers and the hostile emotions between them.As I ran, I replayed everything: how Raman had punched Elias, how Damian didn't like Elias’ marks on me, how Elias had hated Roman’s sweater on me. And I was right in the middle of it all. I was the one causing conflict between the brothers. I was being selfish, disgusting. Selfish because I was okay with all three men, but I never paused to consider if they were okay with it. I didn’t pause to think if they were okay with sharing me. I was disgusted by myself because even when I knew how this whole thing was affecting their relationship, I still didn't want to let go. I didn't want them to stop caring for me. I didn't want them to stop touching me. I wasn't satisfied with just one of them: I needed all three.It was like there was a hole in me. Three hol

“The skin cells we recovered from multiple pages matched that of Miss Kaidora.” My knees almost gave out, and I had to lower myself into the chair because my legs couldn't hold me up anymore. “No…” I whispered, the word barely making it past my lips. “We found her skin cells around the edge of the documents and around where the signatures were. Not only that, but our handwriting analysis shows the signature is highly consistent with Miss Kaidora’s handwriting.”My vision blurred. I couldn't breathe. I pressed my hand to my chest, my nails digging into my blouse as if that would force my lungs to open. But it didn't work. My chest was still tight. My lungs were still closed. I couldn't raise my head to look at the men, even when I felt their eyes burning into me.This couldn't be happening. I was hopeful. God, I was so hopeful that the test would prove my innocence. But now… now…“Was this why you came into our lives?” Elias asked in a whisper, and I shut my eyes. No, please. “Wa

ROMANMy grip was tight on the steering wheel as I drove back to the house, my hands shaking. I tried hard not to zone out and keep my eyes fixed on the road, but it was proving harder and harder. I tried to work on my breath. I tried to breathe in and out as she taught her, but it was proving harder with every passing second. And the voices in my head just. Won’t. Shut. Up! “See?” they whispered, mocking me, laughter thick in their voices. “You were such a fool. This is why you should never show anybody who we truly are.”“Shut up,” I growled, loosening my tie around my neck when it felt like it was strangling me. “Why?” they went on. “Because you know it’s true? Does it hurt, Roman? Then good. Feel that hurt, let it burn through you and remind you of the moment when you let your walls down and let her in. Let it remind you of the time you were stupid and thought someone could love you.”My hands shook more, my vision grew blurrier. And I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. “S

KAIDORAI got into the cab, resting my head on the window and closing my eyes. “Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked, and I opened my eyes slowly, looking blankly at the seat in front of me. Where to? That was a question I've been asking myself since I stepped out of the lab. Where to? Back to the mansion, where I was surrounded by people who thought I betrayed them? Back to a mother who was so hell-bent on making me miserable? No. Those two options were out of the question. I needed to get away, but I also needed money, and since I hadn't deposited the cash my mother had given me into my bank account, I had to go back to the mansion to retrieve it. I gave the driver the address, closing my eyes again. I could still feel how raw my throat was after that scream, and my voice was hoarse when I spoke to the driver. Both of these things were a reminder of what I felt inside me: nothing. After the scream, it went silent in my head, in my chest. That ache was still there in my chest li