All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

My eyes moved from one shirt to another. From the jacket, to the hoodie, to the cardigan, to a blanket I've never seen before, and pillows arranged in circles like a wall, while the clothes were in the middle, also in a circle. “A… nest,” I whispered, my voice breaking. It was a nest with all three men’s scent. Someone had smelled my heat and known what I needed. Someone had entered my room and built me a nest. Despite everything. My legs gave out, and I just fell to my knees. I felt overwhelmed, with different emotions clashing together. The emotions I was feeling were too intense to put into words, and I just wanted to rip my chest open and let them burst out. Did I deserve this? I know I haven't betrayed them, but in their eyes, I had.And.. still they did this. Was it one of them, or all three? Who do I have to thank for this?I started taking my clothes off as I crawled to the bed. When I was completely naked, I climbed onto the bed and carefully got into the middle of the

Roman looked different, and not in a good way. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair disheveled, his tie was nowhere to be found, and his eyes were red and swollen, bags that looked like bruises under them. He stood a distance from us, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “You’re saying we should ignore everything?”“No,” I answered in a whisper. “I’m saying, look at me. See me as you’ve always done.” I pointed a shaking finger at myself. “Have I ever asked for money? No.” They shifted on their feet. “Power? The company? The will? No. I’ve never asked for any of those things, then why… why was it so easy to believe those things now?”I told myself that I wasn't going to cry again, but I knew that was impossible. The tears refused to stay in and just slipped out. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Elias take a step forward, but then he stopped and took a step back.That hurts. I could see how conflicted he is, but seeing him hold himself back hurts. For a second, just one s

DAMIANI didn't move or stand from my chair when I heard the whole commotion outside. I just sat still with my elbow on the desk, and my chin resting on my palm. I have a headache that has refused to go away. I keep telling myself that it was because of the fight I've gotten into and how that giant had almost bashed my skull into the ground before they pulled him off me, but that was a lie.This headache has refused to go away because everything that has happened since that night keeps playing in my head over and over again, and I haven't been able to sleep for days. Everything, from the moment Father had made that announcement to the moment she left, has haunted me like a ghost. We’ve failed her. We claimed we cared for her, but we failed her in the worst way imaginable, and now those bastards are just going to run back to her and expect everything to be okay? They were fools. If I were her, I would never be able to forgive and let go. What we did was cruel, and we should suffer

KAIDORAI sat by the table overlooking the clock, my hands pressed together, sticky with sweat. I had to resist the urge to bite my fingers so many times as the long hand of the clock kept taunting me, moving too fast and yet too slow.I wasn't going to go. No, I wasn't. If I went to the meeting, then it would really seem like I was after the shares. I wasn't, so I wasn't going. But… but if I went, I could see the men. I can… I can be in the same room with them. They might not like me anymore, but just being around them and surrounded by their pheromones will make it so much easier to breathe. The scents on the clothes I brought with me were slowly fading away. Soon, I will have nothing to comfort myself with anymore. This was hard. This has to be the most painful and tortured goodbye I’ve ever said, but I had to remind myself to remain calm over and over, and that it was for the best. The best for them, and not me, but the best nonetheless. I looked back at the clock. Just a minu

I was panting as my heartbeat only increased, sweat dripping from my nose onto the grass. My stomach turned, and my fingers dug into the ground until dirt packed under my nails. I threw up, but nothing came out—only dry heaves. I was breathing, but it felt like I wasn't. My chest and lungs were open, but it felt as if something were keeping them from opening fully. I wanted to bash my head against something hard, only if it’ll help to keep the memories away.I could feel them crawling in, slowly, one by one. I could smell that night so vividly; from the pasta we’d left half-eaten on the table, the scent of garlic and tomato sauce, to the open bottle of red wine that she drugged. I could remember the pounding in my skull when I regained consciousness only to find out that I couldn't move, and my hands and feet were bound to the bed frame.I remembered the dread I felt in the moment when I saw Veronica standing above me, smiling and holding a knife, her eyes dark and unfocused.“I pr