All Chapters of Kissed My Ex's Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian’s POVI stood on the balcony of my villa in Italy, the morning sun warm on my face, but my mind was already running at full speed.Engaged.The word still felt strange, but in the best way. Elena had said yes. She was going to be my wife. After all the mistakes, the fights, the months of trying to prove myself, she had chosen me. The diamond on her finger was proof of that.I wasn’t the type to get excited easily, but today I felt it — a quiet, deep satisfaction mixed with something sharper. I wanted this wedding to be perfect for her. She deserved the grandest celebration money could buy, and I was going to give it to her.I turned and walked back inside, where Marco was already waiting with a tablet in hand.“Boss,” he said, straightening up.“Listen carefully,” I told him, voice low and firm. “The engagement party starts tomorrow. I want everything perfect. Venue, flowers, food, lighting, security — nothing less than flawless. Hire the best chefs, the best decorators. Mo

Elena’s POV Three days after the engagement party, I was rushing through my parents’ house like a storm, backpack slung over one shoulder and suitcase rolling behind me. “Mom, have you seen my charger?” I called out, checking under the couch cushions for the third time. “You’re going to miss your flight if you don’t hurry!” Mom shouted from the kitchen, sounding more panicked than me. Dad stood near the door, arms crossed, watching me with that familiar mix of worry and reluctance. “You really have to leave so soon? Work couldn’t wait a few more days?” “I wish it could,” I said, finally spotting the charger and stuffing it into my bag. “But I’ve already postponed too much. I need to go back.” Mom came out wiping her hands on a towel, eyes a little misty. “Call us the moment you land, okay? And tell Adrian to take care of you.” “I will.” I hugged her tightly, then turned to Dad. He pulled me into a firm hug, holding on a second longer than usual. “Be safe,” he muttere

Lila’s POVI finally reached home after dropping Elena back. The mansion felt unusually quiet today. I changed into comfortable clothes, made myself a strong cup of coffee, and sat down at my desk. For the next three hours, I finished all my pending work — replying to emails, checking reports, and clearing every single task that had piled up. Only when my mind was completely free did I pick up my phone.It was time.I dialed Enzo’s number. My heart beat faster with every ring. He answered on the second ring.“Lila?” His voice was deep, warm, and filled with hope.I took a deep breath. “Enzo… I thought about everything you said. About Sofia, that night, and all your apologies.”There was silence on the other side. I continued before he could speak.“I need space. Real space. No more flowers, no surprise visits, no calls every day, nothing. I need time to think clearly without any pressure. If what you’re saying is true, then prove it by respecting what I’m asking right now.”A few sec

Enzo’s POVThe leather felt cold and heavy in my palm.I stood in the center of my bedroom, shirtless, breathing slowly. The city lights outside barely reached the darkness inside me. I gripped the whip tighter, jaw clenched.This pain was long overdue.I swung hard.The first crack of leather against my back sent fire across my skin. I didn’t stop.****Two years ago, Lila was my girlfriend.*We were genuinely happy. She was the only one who saw the man behind the mafia boss — the one who could make me laugh, who could silence the violence in my head. Everything felt right when she was with me.Then Sofia destroyed it all in one night.She drugged me and staged that entire scene. Lila walked in at the exact moment and saw Sofia all over me. The pain and betrayal in her eyes that night still haunted my every waking moment.After that, everything between us fell apart. Misunderstandings kept growing. Lila distanced herself completely. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. The tr

Elena’s POVThe morning sun felt warmer than usual, spilling golden light through the bedroom windows. Adrian had left early for an important meeting, but not before placing a sweet handwritten note on the bedside table and pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. I read the note again while making my coffee, a small smile playing on my lips.*"Missed you every second in Italy. Can’t wait to come home to you tonight. Yours, Adrian."*I inhaled the rich aroma of coffee, still carrying the warmth of last night. Having him back home made the entire mansion feel alive again. For the first time in five days, I felt truly at peace.By afternoon, I decided I needed to see Lila. I texted her to meet at our favorite café downtown. To my surprise, she replied within minutes saying she’d be there. I reached first and chose a quiet corner table outside, shaded by a large umbrella, where we could talk freely.Lila arrived fifteen minutes later, looking fresh in a simple white top and jeans, but I cou