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Your brother, my husband Chapter 9
Naomi’s POVThe hallway echoed under my heels as I made my way toward the library. I wasn’t looking for a book—at least not the kind you read. I needed silence, a place to think. But more than that, I needed space from him.Raymond.Ever since the dinner, he’d been acting differently, not cold—but careful. Like he was watching me and not just with his eyes. With his mind.I pushed the door open and stepped in.The smell of leather and old pages wrapped around me, dust motes floated in golden slivers of light. Everything about this place screamed power and legacy, Darlington legacy.Not mine.I traced my fingers over the spine of a book I didn’t bother reading and stared out the window. Somewhere down that winding driveway, the world moved. But up here, time felt like it held its breath.And then—“I didn’t peg you for the reading type.”The voice. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Alexander.He strolled in, hands in his pockets, wearing that smug, unreadable expression he was
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Your brother, my husband Chapter 10
Naomi's POVThere was an almost electric silence between us.I held the envelope tighter, but I didn't break it open. Not yet. My eyes were locked on Raymond's. His face was expressionless, but his fists, clenched tightly in his sides, betrayed him."You knew," I repeated, now softly. More of a question that was not to be answered.He slowly shut the door. Click.He replied, "I didn't."Liar"I was beginning to suspect," he corrected. "But I wasn't certain, Not until that."He motioned to the box of pictures.My own hands were shaking. "Did you follow me five years ago?""No," he replied, speaking softly. "Those weren't from me. They were anonymously delivered."I gazed at him, hoping his face would twitch. It did not."I got them two days ago," he continued. "That was when I sent that sample from lost-and-found at the hotel. A hairbrush that you probably left there."My stomach twisted.You tested Miranda."I tested the child who was a carbon copy of the one who disappeared from me f
Last Updated : 2025-04-14Your brother, my husband Chapter 11
Naomi’s POVThe video stopped.Still frame. Alexander’s face.Smiling.I could feel my stomach aching.No, no, this can't be true.I replayed the clip again, heart pounding harder with every second. The angle was shaky, like it had been captured from a phone tucked in someone’s coat. But it was clear enough. My drunken laugh. My stumble. And Alexander—offering a drink, steadying me, leading me out.Not Raymond.Or was it?I pressed pause. Zoomed in. The man’s profile was so much like Raymond’s—same strong jaw, same confident stride. In the haze of heartbreak and alcohol, I could have confused them.Had I?No. I remembered the dragon tattoo.Except… Did I really?I shut the laptop, hands trembling.Everything I thought I knew was cracking. Miranda. Raymond. Me.If that night hadn’t been with Raymond… then everything was a lie.---I slipped out of the room and down the hallway. I needed air, but more than that—I needed answers.I saw Raymond in the gym, shirt buttoned up on his chest w
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Naomi’s POVThe photo shook in my hand.Miranda.On the swings,she was laughing, not noticing the shadow in the background.I flipped it over again. Read the message twice, no, three times.“Keep lying to her—and she disappears next.”My chest tightened, I was scared.They knew, Someone knew.And they were watching her.I turned to Raymond, He looked like he’d been hit with a steel pipe—rigid, eyes wide, jaw clenched.“Who sent this?” I asked.He shook his head. “There’s no return address. It was slipped into the envelope with the test results.”“Then it wasn’t just about Miranda’s paternity.”Raymond nodded slowly. “Someone wants us rattled, wants us exposed.”My hands balled into fists, “She’s not even here, She’s with Betty.”“They know that,” he said, “Which means they’re following Betty too.”The thought made my stomach turn, I was going to get crazy. Miranda, In danger, all because of me.I pulled out my phone, already dialing Betty’s number. My thumb trembled so badly I nearly
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Naomi’s POVWe want Raymond.The words flashed back at me from the screen, it was sharp enough to cut air.I froze, My heart was beating so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Across the room, Raymond stood motionless, his jaw clenched, shoulders drawn tight like a bow.“This just got personal,” he said.“No,” I corrected, voice hoarse. “It’s been personal since the beginning.”He paced the room, hands buried deep in his hair. I could feel his mind spinning, planning, calculating.“We can’t go to the police,” I said. “If they know Miranda’s involved, she’s as good as bait.”“They already have Betty,” he muttered. “And if they’re asking for me…”“They know we’re married. This has to be about more than money now.”Raymond stopped pacing. “It’s leverage.”My brows pulled together. “Leverage for what?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he turned to the window and stared into the night like the answers were hiding in the shadows.One Hour LaterThe mansion was quiet, too quiet, if a needle
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Naomi’s POVI stared at the photo.Rachel, she was dressed in white. Standing in a garden I didn’t recognize. Then I saw Miranda beside her—smiling, Trusting.O my poor baby, what does she know?I wanted to scream.I wanted to shatter the phone in my hand and drive straight through every lie I’d ever believed.But I couldn’t, I had to think, Fast.“Naomi.”I turned to see Beatrice stepping into the hospital waiting room, her face pale but composed.“They’ve stabilized Raymond,” she said gently. “He has a mild concussion, a cracked rib… but he’ll be okay.”The breath I’d been holding finally released.“I need to see him.”“Five more minutes, and they’ll let you in.”I nodded, then showed her the photo on my phone.Her face went still.“She has Miranda,” I said.Beatrice’s hand went to her mouth. “But how? The guards—”“Someone let her in.”And only a handful of people had access to Miranda’s safe house.Which meant one of them had betrayed us.…….When I finally entered Raymond’s room,
Last Updated : 2025-04-15Your brother, my husband Chapter 15
Naomi's POVThe beams of the headlights cut through the fog as I drove alone to Saint Gideon's Retreat.The name sounded peaceful on the GPS screen. Tranquil, but feels like a big danger is ahead.My fists clenched the wheel like it might vanish if I blinked. More and more, every mile that passed carried me further away from safety—and toward the sister that I hadn't asked for and the kid that I could not bear to lose, she was my life, my everything.Rachel was a parasitic type of personality. She lived on attention, praise, and affection. If it was in my possession, she wanted it. If I lost it, she wore my grief like badges of honor.But this, this kidnapping?This was different though.This was war, she had come too far with this, she has hurt the feelings of a mother this time.---The gates of the retreat were rusted and hung crooked, vines wrapped around the massive, ancient archway. Slowly, I exited the car, boots crunching on the gravel, eyes scanning every window, every line o
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Your brother, my husband Chapter 16
Naomi's POVAlexander entered through the ruined entrance as though he belonged in the chaos.Gun in hand, Suit spotless, Smile devilish.Rachel clutched her side where blood seeped through her fingers. But her gaze burned with greater intensity than before."You." She spat."Me," he said with smooth nonchalance, striding past her as if she was nothing.I instinctively put Miranda behind me."Drop the act," I growled. "You are not here to help."Alexander stopped in front of me, his head tilting to one side in amusement."That hurts," he replied. "Not after all we have gone through together."I stepped backward. "You knew, didn't you?"His gaze locked with mine, all trace of the smirk gone. "I knew from the moment I saw you."Rachel groaned from the floor. "He's lying.""Come on, Rachel," he said, kneeling down beside her. "You can't die before the big reveal."She spat blood onto his shoe.Alexander groaned. "Classy”.I clutched the gun one of the guards had dropped earlier and point
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Your brother, my husband Chapter 31
Naomi's POV The morning sun spilled golden across the kitchen and shined on the ingredients that were being placed on the table in the kitchen."Pancake day!" Miranda shouted, flinging herself over the counter where the apron was tied around her.I was laughing, feeling light-hearted, I turned to face her and said “what do we need to do first?”“First we need to wash our hands”, she said as she moved towards the sink and started singing a particular nursery rhyme–”wash your hands du-du-du,” as she washed her small little hands.Raymond was at the stovetop attempting to flip a very wobbly pancake while muttering under his breath."You're burning it," I teased, resting against the counter.He gave me a look over his shoulder, pretending to be offended. "I am a multi-talented fellow. Pancake flipping isn't just one of my skills."Miranda giggled wildly and kicked her small feet. "Daddy needs lessons!"He sneered. "Indeed, I'd learn from youShe nodded seriously and then snatched up a s
Your brother, my husband Chapter 30
Naomi's POV The days were more calm now.No alarm.No secret messages were left under our door.No hints of trouble lurking around the corner.Nothing but sunlight spilling through open windows, the smell of pancakes from the kitchen, and the laughter of Miranda echoing through the corridors.It was, for the first time in a long while, normal.And somehow it was even scarier than all we had suffered.……….I was barefooted, standing amidst the dewy lawn of the garden, as I saw Miranda running with a yellow kite. I heard her laughter carry into the warm atmosphere, a high clear note. Raymond stepped up close to me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his chest a solid, heat-filled wall against mine.She's happy," he muttered into my hair.I sat up straight, letting the brutal truth of that statement seep deep into my marrow.She deserves it, I murmured.So do you.I rolled over against the curve of his chest, looking for his face. He stared at me as he always did—LIKE I was the beginnin
Your brother, my husband Chapter 29
Naomi's POV The house was silent, except for the soft tick of the clock and the gentle hum of Miranda's steady breaths while sleeping. The world has finally, finally, came to a standstill for us.I sat by the window, I was only wearing a robe, arms folded across my chest, watching moonlight stream across the garden.I heard his footsteps, slow and steady, behind me.RaymondMy anchor, my storm.We had not had a moment by ourselves like this in what seemed like forever.No enemy lying in hiding.No experiments waiting to take our daughter away from us.Just us.And then suddenly, I couldn't breathe.……..His strong, warm hands wrapped around my waist from behind. He placed his chin on my shoulder and just like that I could feel his breath on my body and my body immediately responded to it. All the hairs on my body stood and I just rested my head in his."You are tensed," he whispered.I closed my eyes, leaning back into him. "It’s hard to stop looking over my shoulder.""You don’t have
Your brother, my husband Chapter 28
Naomi’s POVThe sun rose differently now.It wasn’t the same pale, uncertain light that crept over battlefields and broken dreams. It was now richer—warmer—pouring into our home like it had been waiting for us to be ready and I'm glad we are happy.I stood at the kitchen window, my hands wrapped around a coffee mug, watching Miranda chase butterflies in the garden. Her laughter lifted into the morning air like a song. Now my daughter is now a child once more. Raymond sat on the porch steps, pretending to read but smiling every time she shrieked with joy, what a lovely sight to behold.We were breathing again.Not fighting.Not hiding.Just living.And for the first time in what felt like forever, that was enough.Being with my family, most especially my daughter, was enough for me.---One Month After Project Eve EndedThe world never found out about the Eve project and we feel it's better that way.Beatrice’s connections helped us erase the final traces, ensuring the children could g
Your brother, my husband Chapter 27
Naomi’s POVThe words echoed down the hall loudly: “LINK ACTIVATED. ALL EVE SUBJECTS RESPONDING.” My breath caught in my throat as the metal walls around us vibrated, It was as if the building itself were coming alive, humming with that low, electric pulse that pulsed through my bones.I held Miranda’s hand, her small fingers warm and real in mine. Behind us, the glass chamber housing six of the Eve girls glowed an eerie blue. In just a single heartbeat, they snapped upright, moving in perfect synchrony—eyes glowing, heart monitors spiking, A hum filled the air.“Raymond yelled something behind me, but I couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t move.Because Miranda… was glowing too.Her eyes, her fingertips, even the edges of her hair shimmered with the same unnatural light.She blinked, not Once but Twice.Then whispered, “Mama… I feel them all.”Raymond’s POVI shoved past the guards, gun raised, shouting for the team to secure the server room. Victor stood calmly behind the master console, a
Your brother, my husband Chapter 26
Naomi’s POVThe new girl in the west wing didn’t speak.She didn’t run.She didn’t knock.She just appeared—like she was always supposed to be here, and she acted like she was being controlled.Security hadn’t seen her enter, she just appeared like a ghost from nowhere.None of the staff had let her through.She stood barefoot on the marble, curls identical to Miranda’s, wearing a pale gray dress that clung to her thin frame like it had been sewn on. My goodness, the sight wasn't anything I could say, she was too young for all this happening.I moved slowly towards her even though my legs were numb, I just needed to go.When I approached, she said only one word.“Three.”Three?Then she turned and walked into the shadows, disappearing like a ghost.And somehow, deep down… I knew exactly what she meant.…….That night, I entered Miranda's room and I noticed she couldn’t sleep.She sat in bed, holding her wolf, eyes wide and unblinking, looking all scared.“They’re louder now,” she whi
Your brother, my husband Chapter 25
The Gathering StormNaomi’s POV“Can I invite them over?”The words floated in the doorway like a smoke, Innocent, Soft.But they hit me like a punch.Miranda’s curls were damp with mist, her pajamas sleeves too long, the edges dragging across her tiny fingers as she clutched her stuffed wolf. She looked like any child asking for a playdate, that was my Miranda.But the girls she wanted to invite weren’t ordinary.They were Eve children, they were more exposed than she was. They had seen more of the world than she has.And one drawing—tucked safely in my robe pocket—said Miranda was supposed to rule them all and they were meant to follow her lead.Raymond stood beside me, stone silent. I could tell he was sick and tired of everything happening but he wanted to remain strong for his family. We locked eyes for one heartbeat too long. He knew what I was thinking even without uttering a word.“Sweetheart,” I said gently, crouching to her level, trying not to show weakness, “what do you m
Your brother, my husband Chapter 24
Naomi’s POVOnly one can rule.The words on Eve’s drawing burned into my vision like they’d been carved there.Seventeen children. One crowned.And in the center—Miranda.My daughter.My hands trembled as I folded the drawing and slipped it into the inside pocket of my robe before I used my tears to damp the paper. I sat beside the bed, staring at both girls—sleeping peacefully. I used my hand to play with their hair and pecked them goodnighy. They were unaware of the war being waged around their very existence.I brought out my phone to dial Raymond's number because as usual, he was my safe haven. “Raymond,” I whispered into my phone. “We need to talk. Now please.”Ten minutes later, we sat in his office. I handed him the drawing. He didn’t speak for a long time.Then finally he said something, “They’ve chosen her.”I nodded. “Or programmed so that the others follow her.”He dropped the paper onto his desk. “Victor’s not just building children, He’s building a future.”“A future wit
Your brother, my husband Chapter 23
Naomi’s POVShe’d drawn twelve of them.Twelve shadowy figures.All with Miranda’s face.I sat on the nursery floor with her sketchbook open in my lap, heart racing as I traced each crayon outline with shaky hands. They weren’t all identical—some had shorter hair, others wore different clothes. But the eyes… the eyes were definitely mine.And that’s what terrified me most, it was scary to get answers to them.“Sweetheart,” I whispered as Miranda played with blocks nearby, trying to keep my emotions in check, “who are these?”She looked up, smiled innocently. “My sisters.”I tried to keep my voice calm, Your sisters? “Where did you see them?”“In my dream,” she said simply. “They were waiting.”---Raymond found me ten minutes later, sitting in the dark nursery, shaking. I cried my eyes out already, I was really hurting and shattered. Raymond knelt before me and just stared into my soul, he didn't say anything but I could feel the comfort. He pulled me in for a hug and I just felt safe
