Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tangled With The Other Brother: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe following week came with a weight I could feel deep in my bones. Every sunrise felt like a warning, that something was shifting, tightening around me, slowly.The Elites’ Gala.A night of glittering masks and sharper tongues. Power dressed in satin, lies wrapped in smiles. Everyone who mattered in this godforsaken town would be there, and I had to be too. My lawyer had chosen it for a reason. Too many eyes, too many people… the perfect place for a discreet exchange. And with Graham’s men shadowing me everywhere, it was the only way.Still, I hated it.Standing before the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. My reflection was all sleek confidence and cold allure, not the trembling exhaustion I felt inside.The midnight-blue gown Lexy had given me glided over my skin like liquid sin. The slit climbed high up my thigh, bold and deliberate. The fabric shimmered under soft light, whispering secrets between heartbreak and defiance. My hair fell in lo

Elena’s Point Of ViewI closed my eyes for just a second, inhaling, trying to steady myself. “It’s… nothing,” I said finally, voice trembling but steadying, sharp and deliberate. “I’m just… wondering. How many years would it take for someone to be as stupid as you?”His eyebrows shot up, sharp and incredulous. “Really?”I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Really,” I said, tilting my head, the faintest edge of challenge in my tone. “And if you don’t mind… I have to go. I need to see someone.”For the first time since he had appeared, he stepped back, just enough to let me move. His hands fell from my waist, but the warmth of them lingered on my skin like a phantom. He let a slow smirk curl his lips. “You know where to find me when you need me,” he said, voice low, almost a purr, and without another word, he turned and walked away, his presence leaving a vacuum that made the stairwell feel suddenly empty, colder, quieter, yet impossibly heavy with what had just happen

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe night air hit me like a slap as I stormed out into the parking lot, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The valet called after me, his voice muffled by the roar of blood in my ears.“Ma’am! Your car…”Screw the car. I needed air. I needed space. I needed to breathe before I exploded.My hands trembled, my fingers curled into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. The pain was grounding, a reminder that I was still here, still standing, even if it felt like my whole world had just shattered at my feet.And then… I broke.Not a whimper.Not a tear.A sob tore from my throat, raw and ugly, the kind of sound that clawed its way out from somewhere deep and broken inside me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed against the cold, unyielding marble of the nearest pillar, my body racked with violent, angry tears.Fuck this.Fuck him.Fuck all of them.I hated this. I hated feeling like this… weak, exposed, like I was drowning in a sea

Elena’s Point Of View“This ride’s going to ruin you.”His voice was a promise, a threat, a vow… dark, rough, dripping with the kind of confidence that made my stomach clench and my thighs tremble. The words slithered into my ear, hot and heavy, wrapping around my mind like smoke, clouding every thought until there was nothing left but him, but this, but the ache between my legs that begged for more.I bit my lip, my fingers digging into the cool, smooth surface of the table, my knuckles white with the force of my grip. The air was thick, charged, electric, like the moment before a storm breaks, when the world holds its breath and waits for the chaos to unleash.And then… His hands were on me.His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, slowly, deliberately, dragging the lace down my legs with a maddening slowness that made my breath hitch. The fabric whispered against my skin, a soft, taunting sound that echoed in the silence of the room, heightening every sensation, every n

Jaxx’s Point Of View"I won’t stop you."The words hung in the air between us, heavy, final, a challenge and a surrender all at once. I watched her… Elena Sinclair, the woman who had burrowed under my skin like a fucking splinter I couldn’t dig out… stand there, wide-eyed, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. For a moment, I thought I’d scared her off. That I’d pushed too far, demanded too much, been too raw, too real, too me.A sigh clawed its way out of my chest, rough and resigned. I began to turn away, my body already moving before my mind could catch up. I wasn’t the type to force a woman into anything, let alone something as intimate as this. As much as I wanted her… fuck, as much as I needed her, I wouldn’t take what wasn’t freely given.Still, the disappointment settled in my gut like a stone. I should’ve known. Should’ve known she’d never agree to this. To me. To the darkness I offered, the ruin I promised. I flicked my tongue against my teeth, the taste of