All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Veronica's POV:"You cannot keep me in the dark forever," I said. "That is not a sustainable arrangement, Theo. You cannot make decisions about what I am and am not allowed to know about my own situation and then expect me to remain grateful.""Veronica, I need you to stop for a moment...""Don't do that.""You are spiraling... this is not good for your health.""I am not spiraling, I am responding rationally to information I should have been given months ago, and the fact that you are framing my response as spiraling is exactly what I am talking about." I pulled my hands back from his and gripped the armrests of my wheelchair instead."You are doing it right now. You are gaslighting me right now, in real time, while we are having a conversation about the fact that you have been doing it."Theo stood up from his knee and looked down at me."I came to you," I said. "I came to you and Max specifically because I believed you were different. I had a father who controlled every room I walk

Max's POV:The VIP lounge above the bar was the kind of place that existed specifically to provide wealthy people with the illusion of privacy.Low lighting, private booths with high backs, music loud enough to make conversation feel contained. I had been in rooms like this a hundred times in my life for reasons I could account for clearly and explain to anyone who asked.I was having some difficulty accounting for how I had arrived in this particular one tonight.Sofia was beside me, close enough that the our conversation had shifted from the bar downstairs into something with a different geographical location, and I was aware with the part of my brain that was still running its usual operational checks that I had moved through the last hour with something that was not quite intention and not quite accident but somewhere in the uncomfortable space between them.She had a good laugh. That was the first thing I had noticed after the hooker comment had nearly ended the conversation befo

Veronica's POV:I didn’t know what emotion hit me first when I saw them together. Because I was both confused and angry.The blonde woman still stood beside Max with a lazy smile on her lips, completely unbothered by the chaos she had caused. One of her manicured fingers was lightly touching his arm like she belonged there.Something burned in me at that.“Seriously, Max? This is what you’ve been doing?”Max looked horrified instantly. “Veronica, no...”But then my mind paused. And suddenly the bigger picture snapped into place.Chase. Of course. It was always Chase."Chase set this up," I said.Max blinked."Think about it," I said. "He was downstairs. He saw you come in, or he knew you were here, or he arranged for you to end up here... I don't know which one yet but I know it was one of them. And then he made sure we knew about the girl before we had any context for what we were walking into."I moved my wheelchair past Max and pushed back through the VIP lounge door, and the girl

Veronica’s POV:I stared at Theo for a long moment after asking him why I should forgive Max.And suddenly, something inside me felt exhausted.I was tired of constantly trying to understand two men who carried entire storms inside themselves. Tired of feeling pulled in different directions emotionally until I no longer recognized my own thoughts anymore.I looked at Theo standing in front of me, calm as always, unreadable in ways that made me want to scream sometimes.And for the first time, I wanted out."To hell with them. To hell with this entire triangle."I was done.Done trying to decode hidden feelings between us, or balancing myself between brothers who loved each other and somehow kept hurting each other through me.I opened my mouth, ready to say it.Ready to call everything off.But before I could, my phone rang.I glanced at the screen.Father.My brows furrowed slightly before I answered. “What?”“You sound irritated,” he said immediately.“Because I am.”“I spoke to Cha

Theo's POV:The nine year old Max found me in the corridor outside the sitting room.I had left the chess table and was standing near the window at the end of the hall with my forehead almost touching the cold glass, watching the garden below without seeing it, running the same calculation I had been running for the past twenty minutes which was whether it was possible to become good enough at chess between now and tomorrow morning to satisfy my father who had already decided what he was looking at when he looked at me.The answer I kept arriving at was no.I heard Max's footsteps before I heard his voice, which was always how it was with Max even at nine... he moved through spaces with an impact."Theo."I didn't turn around."I have an idea," he said."I don't want your ideas.""You want to go to Disneyland."I turned around.He was standing in the corridor with his hands in his pockets. There was nothing condescending in his face.That was the thing about Max that my father never f