Todos los capítulos de In Love With My Fiancée's Brother: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Escape in FlamesDamian’s POVThe first thing I felt was heat.Not the pain in my arms from being tied down or the pounding in my skull. I couldn't even hear Eliot's voice whispering next to me. All I could feel was the slow, crawling heat licking up the air around us. It was dry, thick, and dangerous. The kind that sticks to your lungs and makes it difficult to breathe.Then the smoke followed next.I blinked. It was already hard for me to see, but now there was haze dancing in the air, like a screen between life and death.“Eliot,” I croaked, twisting my neck toward him. “Eliot—do you feel that?”He coughed weakly. His voice was hoarse. "Yes. Something is burning."A cracking sound came from above, like a beam breaking.We both flinched as dust and ash fell down from the ceiling. The building groaned around us like it was alive—and angry. “Fire,” Eliot whispered. “They have set the building on fire.”I looked down at my wrists. The zip ties were too tight and cut into my skin.

Rejected and RuinedDamian’s POVThe clock on the wall of the hospital room was beating faster than my heartbeat. Each second seemed to stretch into a minute, echoing in the sterile silence of my private room. Outside, I could hear faint footsteps, machines beeping, muffled conversations between nurses, but it all sounded like it was happening underwater.My world had grown quieter in the worst possible way.I had lost everything: my position, my name, and my reputation. And when the news flashed on the screen above my bed about Thorne’s official promotion to CEO, I didn’t flinch. Not because it didn't hurt. But because I had nothing left in me to say or react.I sat up slowly, the pain in my ribs reminding me that I was still healing. The fire had left marks not just on my body, but on something deeper: my pride. A soft knock came on the door. It was gentle and unsure.Before I could respond, Eliot pushed it open, stepping in quietly. His face was pale, his lips were tight, and hi

Love vs SurvivalDamian’s POVI stood by the hospital window and watched the morning light slowly move across the sky. The grey clouds above me made it seem like everyone else knew how empty I felt. The nurse just gave me my discharge papers and a quiet smile that I couldn't return. Freedom never felt so empty like this before.The white walls, the beeping machines, the scent of antiseptic, they had become a strange kind of safe place. But now I was being let back into a world that no longer had a place for me. I walked slowly toward the exit, with one hand clutching the discharge papers, the other dragging a bag Lila had packed for me.I got out of the hospital through the back exit instead of the front doors, where the press was waiting like wolves. My cap was pulled down. The collar of my jacket was turned up. Every step away from the building felt like walking deeper into someone else's life.I couldn’t return back to the penthouse. My name was messed up everywhere. My keycar

Lila’s BreakdownDamian’s POVThe sunlight leaked in through the curtains of my small apartment, casting long slants across the tiles. The ceiling fan made noise as it turned slowly, doing little to cool the afternoon heat. My shirt stuck to my back, and the stuffy air clung to everything like a second skin. This wasn’t the world I grew up in, I missed the penthouse with panoramic views, the sparkling marble floors, the quiet hush of money. But this was my reality. And it pressed against me like a constant reminder of everything I had lost. A soft knock jolted me out of my thoughts.I dragged my tired legs off of the couch and blinked away the heavy feeling in my chest. I opened the door gently, and there she was—Lila. She seemed to be a paradox in flesh. Her lipstick was flawless with sharp heels. But her eyes were filled with something she was trying too hard to hide.“Hey,” she said quietly, not even offering a smile.“Hi,” I replied as I stepped aside. “Come in.”She came in

The Real Puppet MasterDamian’s POVThere was more silence in the car than the one after hearing what Lila said. I kept staring at the steering wheel like it had answers I didn’t. His face before he walked away… it burned into my mind like smoke after fire. I should have known better, but I didn’t. Now the weight of what I just learnt sat heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe.I sat in the car for a long time, not moving. My hands were still on the wheel, but I hadn’t started the engine. Th weather was cool with the streetlight above cast its cold yellow glow through the windshield. Eliot was gone, and so was the last piece of calm I had. All I had left were questions. And one name that kept digging deeper every time I thought about it. Aaron.Just like I had thought before, he wasn’t just some old friend from Eliot’s past. Something had been off from the beginning. That night at the party when he showed up with, the way he smiled too easily, spoke too carefully and Eliot stran