Knowing Brother Exo Episode Berapa Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Wait—you sound like you know him.” Spencer laughed bitterly, but it wasn’t humor. It was rage wrapped in disbelief. He surged to his feet, fists clenching again, blood staining the edges of his sleeves. “That motherfucker,” he spat, pacing toward the desk and slamming his palm down. “I knew I should’ve finished him when I had the chance. I swear to God, Max, this time—I'm going to kill him.” Max crossed his arms. “Start talking. Who is he?” Spencer stopped cold. His eyes met Max’s. “My adopted brother.”

Originally, my straightforward admission didn't mean much, but Alexander's question changed everything. His eyes were pitch-black, as if probing into the depths of my soul, unraveling all the unknown secrets. My heart raced, as if something long ignored was now sprouting. Startled, I averted my eyes. My fluttering eyelashes failed to conceal my unease. My mouth opened and closed several times before I finally blurted out, "You're my ex-husband's brother..."

He hissed "Yeah, I mean the people here are great so why not chirp in and make good friends." He rolled his eyes. I added, "By the way, I have to ask, how do you know Noah?" Luca hesitated for a moment before he said "Noah and I are step-brothers." "Really!" I asked He nodded "I don’t like to talk about so don’t make it a big deal please." "Alright but is it the same father or the same mother?" I asked

The guy stared blankly at me. "And who is this guy?" he pointed at me, he looked confused and thinking. "It's Rhon's brother," Aubrey said and the guy's eyes widened. He rubbed his head, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Vex Walker... a coach here as well," he said and raised his hand and my hand immediately held his on its own and responded, "I'm Remus." I grinned at him and didn't let go of his hand, I squeezed them a bit and my Xavier wanted to devour him. He tried to pull my hand but I tightened it even more making him to look at me in the eyes like he was asking me what's the matter.

Elena ~ Our lips met, and for one impossible heartbeat the world stopped I didn't breathe, didn't think, just felt the heat, the shock, the wrongness of it crashing through me until reality hit like ice water. What the hell was I doing? I just kissed my ex's brother yes, ex, because after what Alex did I couldn't call him my boyfriend anymore, I was ending it right here in my head. I pulled back fast, my chest heaving. "I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

My vision blurred from tears and the rain, but I kept walking until my legs trembled, and my body began to give way. The world tilted, as my knees gave out and I collapsed onto the wet pavement with my lungs burning and my body shivering while I sobbed uncontrollably. Through the blur of rain and darkness, headlights appeared, until they stopped somewhere near me. Unable to hold myself up anymore, I gave up, and my eyes began shutting down, but not before I noticed a familiar tall figure stepping out of the car, and I laughed at the continuous cruel joke fate played. I was sure I was dying if I was seeing my brother, who hadn't once contacted me for three years, walk towards me before everyt

She had no right to insult me when she was just as clueless. I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone, dialing the number my private investigator had given me. It rang multiple times before the person finally picked up. "Hello? Who is this?" The deep, familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine. A slow smirk formed on my lips. "Hello, brother," I said, dragging out the words just to piss him off. There was a pause. Then, his voice returned, colder this time. "What do you want? And how the hell did you get my number?"

I couldn't really tell. “Don't worry. No one will know anything. I will make sure to avoid direct eye contact as much as possible,” he said, his voice hoarse, a strange promise lying in it. “Jace is safe with me.” I finally looked up at him. Really looked at him. Damian's dark eyes were steady. Certain. Like this wasn't even a question worth discussing. But he was my ex-husband's brother. I barely knew this man beyond our few brief encounters over the years.

It was covered in printed screenshots and photos, enlarged, unmistakable. Me and Damien on the sidewalk the night Marcus brought the suits. Damien’s hand on my arm. The way I was looking up at him. A second image from an older angle I didn’t know existed: the two of us outside my building the night he drove me home from the hospital, standing too close. Across the top, in thick black letters, a single sentence had been printed: THE CEO AND HIS BROTHER’S EX – HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON? Marcus stood across the lobby with his hands in his pockets, watching Damien approach like a man who had finally drawn blood.

“The name. The power. The legacy. Everything that was handed to him instead of me.” Her eyes searched my face desperately, as if hoping this was another manipulation. Then it hit her. Hard. Her body went still. Her voice came out barely audible. “…You’re my brother.” The word sounded foreign. Broken. I smiled. And for the first time, I meant it. *** Rissa’s POV The world tilted. No… It shattered. The room spun violently, nausea climbing my throat as memories crashed into me without mercy. His touch. His voice. His mouth against my skin. Every moment I had trusted him…every lie I had believed…twisted into something grotesque.