All Chapters of MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Echoes of His Doubt.Andre’s silence stretched thin, taut as he looked around the room. His gaze moved between them, still probing.The air in the room grew heavy beneath his scrutiny, every second pressing down with quiet, suffocating tension.Bella felt it like a hand tightening around her throat. She kept her breathing slow and even, her lashes lowered as though exhaustion held them shut. Beneath the covers, her fingers curled faintly against the sheets, willing herself to remain still. Any misstep now, any flicker of fear could unravel everything.Eleanor stood poised beside the bed, her composure unshaken. One hand rested lightly on Bella’s shoulder to calm the younger woman, her expression composed with the effortless grace expected of her rank. If she felt the weight of Andre’s suspicion, she gave no sign.Andre took another step into the room..The soft thud of his boots against the polished floor echoed faintly in the silence. His presence seemed to draw the candlelight to

At the Wake of DawnThe first light of dawn crept cautiously over the estate, spilling pale light across the towering walls amidst the dew that clung to the lawns. Already, Servants stirred quietly in the corridors, their footsteps hushed as they made their way through everything.The estate, though outwardly serene, bore the invisible weight of last night's event in a strange way.In her chamber, Eleanor had not slept. She stood by the window where she had remained long after Bella’s departure, her posture tiring with the dark look shadowing her eyes. The morning breeze slipped through the parted curtains, cool and crisp against her skin. It carried the faint scent of roses from the gardens below, a reminder of a world untouched by suspicion and deceit.Her reflection lingered faintly upon the glass, slowly time was slipping through her fingers.Eleanor closed her eyes briefly, steadying herself. She had long understood that survival demanded sacrifice, and that truth, when reveale

Shades Of Him.The corridors of the estate lay still in a hush that seemed heavier than usual, as though the very walls had absorbed the tension of the morning and now guarded it in silence. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, casting pale golden lights upon the marble floors, but the warmth did little to dispel the lingering unease that lingered like an unseen force around him.Theo moved through the hallway with cautious steps, his expression was thoughtful, as his mind was burdened by questions that refused to quiet with time drifting slowly.The encounter in the gardens replayed in his thoughts with unsettling clarity. Andre’s gaze, had been intense and possessive, he should be used to it by now but somehow something was off…It was how Bella’s composed yet uneasy demeanor seemed to unrattle him that made him more concerned.The subtle tremor beneath her calm voice couldn't be hidden much as she had tried to. Something was wrong and he intended to uncover it.

A Big -Bad Wolf In disguise The silence that followed Andre’s entrance was suffocating as they all stood glued to a spot.It pressed against the walls, seeped into every corner of the chamber, and settled heavily upon the three figures frozen within it. The echo of the door’s violent crash still lingered in the air, vibrating faintly…Andre stood at the threshold, his towering presence casting a long shadow across the polished marble floor. His gaze swept over the room with chilling precision before settling on Theo. The smile on his lips was deceptively calm, but the darkness simmering in his eyes betrayed the anger that was still raging beneath his composed exterior.“Well,” he repeated softly, his voice dripping with mock amusement. “Now tell me what evil are you two planning again?”Bella’s breath caught in her throat. She felt the tension coil tightly around her chest, stealing the air from her lungs. Theo, however, did not flinch. He stood his ground, meeting Andre’s gaze wi

Power or Pride.The estate was quiet that late afternoon,the golden light of the sun spilled across the sprawling grounds.Theo had not returned to the main house by now. Instead, he lingered on the far end of the estate, near the stables where the scent of hay and leather filled the air. It was quieter there—removed from the suffocating tension that clung to the corridors and chambers and most especially his brother.A stable hand nodded respectfully as Theo passed, but he did not acknowledge it. His thoughts were far too occupied.The morning had changed after all, while it should have brought relief it didn’t. If anything, it unsettled him more, perhaps because Theo knew his brother and Andre was not a man who changed overnight.He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt absentmindedly, his gaze drifting toward the open fields beyond the estate walls. The horizon stretched endlessly, kissed by fading sunlight in a way that would have been peaceful, Peace. The word brushed his mind, fle