All Chapters of Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nicolas picked up a pen from the coffee table and made a few adjustments to the timetable, explaining why Mike needed to alternate difficult subjects with the ones he understood better. Mike listened without interrupting, occasionally asking questions when something was unclear. When he made a suggestion that did not work, Nicolas corrected him and neither of them raised their voice at the other. It was such an ordinary exchange that Mike found himself enjoying it more than he expected. For weeks, he had often associated conversations with Nicolas with disappointment, arguments, and the fear that one more mistake would finally make his brother give up on him. He had become so preoccupied with proving that he deserved Nicolas's love and now, he understood that Nicolas wasn't trying to control him but trying to make his life better so he wouldn't turn out like his father. The thought of it made him smile. "I know you probably don't believe me yet," Mike said after a while, "but I

Simon stood right in the middle of Arthur Vance's apartment, his hands resting on his hips as he watched two officers inspect the contents of a cabinet near the television. The search had been going on for over an hour, and despite the number of things they had uncovered, nothing seemed to be leading them towards the answers they needed which was already annoying. The apartment was relatively spacious with expensive furniture, carefully arranged decorations and a few personal belongings scattered around. At first glance, it looked like the home of an ordinary man with a comfortable income. However, the contents of some of the cabinets told a slightly different story. There were several packets of suspected narcotics, a few bottles containing unidentified substances and other drug-related materials. The officers had also discovered multiple firearms, which had been carefully documented and secured for further examination. Simon glanced at the evidence bags arranged on the dining tab

The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, gradually illuminating the modest bedroom. Outside, the neighbourhood was beginning to stir with the distant sounds of vehicles and early morning activities. Saint was already awake.He lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had barely slept through the night, and even when exhaustion eventually pulled him under, his rest had been interrupted by memories he so desperately wanted to escape. Nicolas's face. His voice. The hurt in his eyes. Saint shut his eyes tightly and exhaled. It had been several days since he left the penthouse, yet the distance had done very little to ease the ache in his chest. If anything, it had given him more time to think, and thinking was becoming an increasingly unpleasant experience. He eventually pushed himself upright and rubbed his face with both hands. His eyes were bloodshot, his features visibly tired. The usual sharpness that accompanied his appearance seemed to have disappeare

Mike arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before the time Simon had given him. He had spent an unreasonable amount of time deciding what to wear, eventually settling for a fitted black shirt, dark trousers and a wristwatch Nicolas had bought him some months ago. He checked his reflection on his phone screen for the third time before looking towards the entrance. When Simon eventually walked in, Mike's face brightened. "I thought you might have changed your mind." Mike said. "Can I?" Simon replied jokingly, pointing at the entrance as if insinuating that he was going back. Mike quickly grabbed him while smiling. "Don't be cruel to me, Inspector. Besides, you look good tonight but..." he moved himself closer and whispered into his ears. "...you look even better with no clothes on."Simon shook his head. "You are impossible." Mike pulled the chair out and Simon took his seat first, laughing. The evening slowly unfolded. They ordered their meals, exchanged stories about th

Simon could barely remember how they got to the hospital. One moment, he was on the ground with Mike in his arms, desperately trying to stop the blood flowing from his body. The next, he was behind the wheel, driving as fast as he could while repeatedly glancing at the passenger seat. Mike was barely conscious. His head rested against the seat, his breathing shallow and uneven. Blood stained his clothes, his hands and the seat beneath him. Simon had pressed a piece of fabric against one of the wounds, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince himself that he was doing anything useful at all. "Mike?"There was still no response. "Mike, stay with me. We are almost at the hospital."He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes darting towards the young man beside him multiple times. Mike's eyelids fluttered, but he did not speak. Simon swallowed hard. His hands were trembling so badly that he had to force himself to keep them steady. He had called Rebecca