All Chapters of Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Seraphina beamed, some of her earlier nervousness easing as she got to talk about her project. "I've been considering starting something of my own. A business, I mean. There is nothing concrete yet but I have been researching." "That is admirable," Nicolas said. "What kind of business?" "I am still deciding." She laughed softly. "Maybe you could give me some advice sometime. You clearly know how to build something successful." "Whenever you are ready, I would be happy to help however I can. Don't you have interest in joining the entertainment industry though? You have a gorgeous face and a wonderful stature. I think you'd do well as a model." Seraphina's smile widened as genuine warmth flooded her expression now. It was the first time that someone else was showing what she believed was genuine interest in her work other than her mother. "I did try a few times when in school, that is for modeling, but I never really enjoyed it so I had to let it go. For acting, I am

The elevator doors slid open onto the top floor, and Saint fell into step behind Nicolas, his posture shifting seamlessly into the role of bodyguard the moment they entered Crown's corporate headquarters. The employees straightened at their desks as Nicolas passed, murmured greetings following in his step. He answered some and for others, he ignored them. It was obvious he wasn't in a good mood.He strode into the main conference room without slowing down, where a small group of department heads sat waiting. The air was already thick with tension as they knew that storm had arrived. He didn't look at the staff but they did scramble, straightening their ties and clutching tablets as his gaze swept across the room. Instead of sitting, he simply leaned over the table and observed each of them again. "I won't waste anyone's time so I'd appreciate a quick response. Explain this to me again slowly because I seem to be missing the part where we paid for reinforced steel and received recy

Saint didn't move. The truth was that he just couldn't. His damp skin turned cold under the weight of Nicolas's stare and his legs had become heavy. "Saint, why aren't you answering? Say something." Nicolas requested with a quiet voice. It was still controlled even though it should have been somehow worse. "Explain this to me."Saint swallowed hard, forcing his feet to move, crossing the room slowly. "Nicolas..." "Don't." Nicolas held up the paper, his hand trembling slightly despite the flatness of his voice. "Don't say my name like you are about to comfort me. I don't need that. Just go straight to the point and explain to me. I need answers. What is this?"Saint's throat tightened. He didn't plan for this to happen now. He glanced at the journal. If only he had listened to the voices in his head that told him to keep it before entering the bathroom. He had no idea how to say what was in his head. There was no version of this conversation that didn't end up in pain. He had k

Nicolas sat hunched over the counter with the fourth glass already emptied. His eyes were red-rimmed and unfocused, ignoring the noise playing behind him. "Another," he muttered, gesturing to the bartender, his voice slurring slightly. The young man looked worried for a moment. This was one of their strongest alcoholic drinks and ought to be taken with care but Nicolas was doing the absolute opposite. "Sir, maybe you should..." "Are you deaf? I said, Give me another."Milo, who was watching from nearby with genuine concern, finally pulled out his phone, dialing quickly. "Aaron, I know you told me not to call you but this is very important...you need to get down here. It's your friend, Nicolas. He is completely wrecked."▪︎▪︎▪︎Aaron arrived within ten minutes, finding Nicolas slumped forward against the bar counter, another empty glass pushed aside. He looked at the bartender who acknowledged his presence with a bow before exiting the space, leaving the two best frien

Seraphina paced the length of her room with her fingers twisting anxiously together. The two-month agreement had ended and there wasn't any possible conclusion yet on how things would go. The family was coming over in a few minutes to decide.A soft knock sounded, getting her out of her thoughts. Olivia slipped inside, crossing the room quickly to take her daughter's trembling hands on her own. "Breathe, my darling." Olivia said gently. "Everything will go well. I can feel it." "But what if he has changed his mind, Mom? What if he doesn't want to?" Her voice wavered. "What if these two months meant nothing to him?" "You don't have to think like that. No matter what happens, I believe genuinely that everything will work well for you." Olivia squeezed her hands reassuringly. "Come. Let's go wait for them downstairs."They made their way down together and the moment Seraphina reached the bottom of the staircase, she spotted Saint near the entrance and removed her hand from her