Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brother: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Javier’s POV“No!”I stood frozen in silence upon hearing that brief reply. I stared intently into her eyes, trying to dig deep and find a glimmer of honesty there. Yet, deep down in my heart, I still felt that Camila was lying.I tightened my grip on her wrist, refusing to let her go so easily. “Camila, I’ll ask you one more time. Was it really you in my room last night? Were you the woman I pushed and held in my arms on my bed last night? Not Adriana—”Before I could finish my sentence, Adriana suddenly lunged forward and roughly shoved Camila. Her extremely sudden action took me by surprise. My grip on Camila’s wrist instantly loosened, and before I could stop her, Camila’s petite body fell flat onto the floor.“Adriana! What are you doing, huh?!” I snapped, glaring at her with a flash of anger.“Why are you still asking questions, Javier?!” Adriana retorted jus

Camila’s POV: Not a single word could escape my trembling lips. Only tears, which had been streaming down my cheeks for some time now, kept falling. I felt completely shattered and utterly fragile at that moment.If just a moment ago in the living room I was still desperately trying to stay strong and reluctant to show my tears in front of everyone, that’s no longer the case now. I can no longer hold back these tears. I’m truly being torn apart by a pain that cuts so deep, clogging my chest until it feels so tight I can barely breathe.I was startled out of my tears when I saw a tissue held out in front of my face. Slowly, I took the tissue from Pedro’s hand, then began wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks and blowing my reddened nose.I had absolutely no intention of hiding my vulnerability anymore from the man sitting behind the wheel next to me right now.Yes, I was now inside Pedro’s car. The vehicle was

 Javier’s POV: “Mom really didn’t expect Camila to be such a lowlife. I regret bringing her into this house,” Mom ranted, breathing heavily, still fiercely venting her frustration. I didn’t say a single word in response to Mom’s words. My eyes were fixed solely on the row of items lying on the table. There was Camila’s cell phone, her wallet, and all the debit cards I’d ever given her for her needs—even some cash, returned in full, lay on that table. That wasn’t all. Just before walking out, she’d also taken off the silver bracelet I’d bought her as a gift for her 17th birthday. She’d even removed the pearl necklace Mom had once given her as a present.To be honest, my chest felt incredibly tight and heavy with sadness at the thought of her current situation. How was that girl supposed to survive out there without a single penny to her name

 The first thing I need to do right now is find out where Camila is.I’m going to make it clear to them once again that Camila and Pedro aren’t involved in any way. And of course, I’m going to grill Camila again about what happened that night. I’m still absolutely convinced that Camila is lying and hiding the truth from me.But why does she have to go this far? Even though my parents openly reject her, I’ll still be the first to step up and take responsibility. I’m not some jerk who runs away from problems. So, no matter what happens, I’m the one who’s going to marry Camila. As for Adriana, I don’t care anymore. Screw the extended family—I wouldn’t even care if I were disinherited.I roughly ran my hands through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh when I realized Pedro’s phone was out of range again and completely unreachable. Where did that guy take Camila? 

Papa's frozen, wordless silence instantly convinced me that I had to keep fighting for Camila. I had to find her no matter what, whatever obstacles stood in my way.Now, inside my private helicopter, I sat in silence. I stared at the landscape below from high above, then let out a slow breath. In my heart, I kept praying that I wasn't too late. I hoped everything would turn out the way I wanted—that Camila had no connection to Pedro whatsoever, and that this event wasn't the wedding of the two of them.One thing was certain—I still believed Camila was the one. That night, in the pitch-black darkness of my room, I was the man who had taken her innocence. The sound of her surrendering sighs, and the sweet scent of her body that I knew so intimately, could never be mistaken. My instincts couldn't be lying.I was jolted from my long reverie the instant the helicopter landed smoothly on the airstrip of our destination city. The moment the door opened, I s