บททั้งหมดของ MADE FOR THE DON BROTHERS: ONE'S TOY, THE OTHER'S OBSESSION : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

~Amarah~"Say that again."Alistair Kensington did not raise his voice. He never had to. But the entire restaurant fell silent the moment he spoke. I could even hear the ice shifting inside the champagne glasses on my tray.I stood three steps behind him in my black apron, holding six flutes of champagne nobody seemed interested in drinking. A hundred and fifty guests sat frozen at their tables. The Amazon Lantern had never been this full, and I had never been this scared in my life.Across the candlelit table, Elise Monroe, my stepsister, sat in a white dress that cost more than a year of my rent. An open ring box lay between her and the man who had just asked her to marry him.The diamond inside caught the light like a small, cold star."I said no." Her voice shook, but she quickly recovered. "I would rather marry a corpse than a Kensington."Somewhere near the bar, a glass slipped from someone's hand and shattered. But nobody moved to pick it up.Alistair touched the edge of the ve

At ten o’clock exactly, I stood outside his door in a gray cotton robe Marta had picked for me. My hair was down, and my hands were cold.I could still turn around, I told myself. But that was the stupidest part. The hallway was empty…no guards, and my feet still worked fine. But I couldn't move.The contract still sat safe in a lock behind a horse, and my father’s name sat on a building across the city.I sighed. Slow and even. Then knocked on the door. “Come in.” His voice came through. So low. I walked in. His room was darker than I expected. One lamp. A wide bed. A window that looked out over black gardens.Alistair sat in a chair by the window with his collar open and his sleeves rolled to the elbow. A glass of whiskey in one hand.“Close the door,” he ordered.I closed it. And the click sounded final.“Come here.” he commands, just like the way he always does.“I’d rather stay here.”“I know.” He set down the glass. “But come here anyway.”I walked. Six steps. I counted them,

Alistair locked down the mansion within an hour.Guards on every door. Dogs in the garden. Marco on the phone, barking orders. Men with guns stood in places where I had never seen men with guns. I was told to stay in my room and to stay away from the windows.I obeyed for exactly as long as it took the house to go still.At two in the morning, I crept to the kitchen. My throat was dry, and the heat wouldn't stop. The only thing that ever helped me was a cup of tea, which I can't miss having.I filled the kettle. And turned on the small light above the stove.Behind me, the floor creaked."Don't scream." The voice came, it was low, rough, and calm. I spun around so fast that the kettle clattered against the counter.A man stood in the doorway to the pantry.He was tall, broad, with dark hair a little too long and a face I should have known. It was Alistair's face…in the bones and the jaw. But the eyes were grey, cold as winter water, and a thin white scar ran from his temple to his col

"What will the dawn cost you?"I asked it in the garage, where Leonard had led me to, through the kitchen; so no guard would see us leave.Stephen had tried to follow us but Leonard had told him kindly to go to bed. Then he said he understood, and quietly returned back, but I had felt his eyes on my back until the pantry door swung shut behind us.Leonard opened the passenger door of his black Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The kind of car I had never seen before. He did not answer until I was sitting inside."Everything I have hidden for five years," he said."That is not an answer.""It is the only honest one I have." He got in behind the wheel and started the engine. "Alistair holds the Kensington money as acting head. I hold nothing. A dead man owns nothing. But my father left me a share that no one can touch except me, and only if I put my name on the paper with my own hand. Then it becomes mine""Do it then. Go sign it." I said calmly."Not that easy. The moment my name lands on a ba

“We will not discuss anything tomorrow,” Alistair repeated, refusing to acknowledge the mixed emotions in the eyes fixed on him.He stepped away from his chair and walked around the table."We will discuss it tonight."Stephen's expression tightened. "Alistair, my boy, it is late.""Then it will not take long."Alistair stopped with both hands flat on the polished wood. His eyes moved around the table before settling on Leonard.“Gentlemen, I accept that he is who he claims to be. I accept it because the evidence leaves me little room to argue.”He paused briefly, allowing his words to settle.“But there is another matter that cannot wait until morning.”The old captain’s gaze sharpened.“Speak.”Alistair turned his attention to Leonard.“My brother has returned to this house with a woman he calls his future wife.”He looked at me. His gaze was so steady that I felt as though a hand had closed around my throat.“Until a few hours ago, she was under my claim. I have burned the paper th