All Chapters of Trapped Between My Adoptive Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Snowlit Madrigal“Woah, my baby girl is a fine woman now,” Mom gasped, leaning against the doorway of my bedroom. I was busy fixing my hair and finishing my makeup, considering today was my 20th birthday.I turned around and offered her a soft smile. She walked over, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace.“You’re so pretty, baby girl. Happy birthday,” she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss against my cheek.I hugged her tighter. Truth be told, I was incredibly lucky to end up with them. Fourteen years ago, they took me in as their own. They didn't just treat me like an adopted child—they loved me as if I had truly come from them.“Let’s go downstairs. Your Dad and Damon have been waiting for you,” Mom said with a smile.I smiled back, but a sudden pang of ache throbbed in my chest.“W-where’s Lion? Is he not here yet?” I asked, trying to sound casual.“He said he’s on his way, so come on, let's head down.”Mom and I walked down to the dining area. We didn't prepare a gra

It was already late in the evening when my classes finally wrapped up. My back throbbed with a dull ache from standing in front of the easel for hours, but the ache in my heart cut far deeper every time Damon’s words from this morning echoed in my mind.Is Lion really going to marry Jewell?My phone vibrated inside the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out hastily, holding onto a foolish, desperate hope—even though I knew it was impossible—that maybe it was a text from Lion.It was just Damon.[Damon: I’m outside, baby girl. Hurry up, I’m starving.]I let out a heavy breath, bade goodbye to Jobel—who was still practically hyperventilating at the sight of Damon’s car—and made my way straight outside. As soon as I stepped past the gates, there it was: Damon’s black SUV. He was leaning casually against the driver's side door, his arms crossed over his chest with the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. A few passing female students were visibly gawking at him, but the moment his eyes

Someone’s POVNine in the evening. Deep behind the heavy mahogany bookshelf in my bedroom lay a hidden door, leading into a soundproof, dimly lit sanctuary. The only light illuminating the dark room came from two large HD monitors mounted side-by-side on the wall.I leaned back against the plush leather armchair, slowly swirling the amber whiskey inside my crystal glass while my eyes stayed glued to the screens.Camera 01 — Snow's Bedroom.Camera 02 — Snow's Bathroom.I watched her through the camera as she paced around her room, still visibly shaken from dinner. I saw the raw anger and suffocating jealousy in her eyes—the lingering damage left behind by Jewell's presence.A slow, dark smirk stretched across my lips when I saw her walk over to her closet, pulling out a fresh pair of clothes. I knew that routine by heart. She was preparing to take a shower."That's right, Snow... go get cleaned up," I murmured into the quiet room, a dangerous flicker of anticipation burning in my chest

Before my brain could fully process the sight of him standing inside my bedroom, Damon moved. He didn't give me a single second to react, nor did he wait for another stuttered word to leave my lips. In three swift, predatory strides, he closed the distance between us. His large, calloused hand wrapped violently around the back of my neck, tilting my head up as his mouth slammed mercilessly onto mine."Ahh–-D-damon!" I gasped against his lips, my hands instinctively slamming into his broad chest to push him away. But he was an immovable wall. He pulled my bare body flush against his, his other hand sliding beneath my thighs to scoop me up into his arms as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing.He carried me toward the mattress and threw me down. The sudden impact bounced my naked body against the soft silk sheets, but before I could scramble back, Damon was already crawling over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his heavy body trapped me beneath him.His mouth retu

The heavy slam of the front door echoed through the house, signalling Lion’s departure. But the air inside the dining room didn't lighten—it grew suffocatingly thick. Underneath the marble table, Damon slowly crawled out from between my legs. His hair was ruffled, his dark eyes ablaze with a dangerous, volatile energy sparked by Lion's parting words. He didn't say a single word. He stood up, grabbed my wrist in an unyielding grip, and yanked me up from my chair."D-Damon—" Before I could object, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me effortlessly up the grand staircase. He kicked my bedroom door open, threw me onto the mattress, and slammed the door shut, throwing the heavy deadbolt lock into place."He thinks we're just playing house?" Damon rasped, his voice dark, husky, and laced with absolute possession. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "I'll show you what grown-ups do, baby girl."He crawled over the bed like a predator, pinning me beneath his hea