All Chapters of Billionaire's Darkest Desire: Marrying My Brother-in-law : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The next morning, I waited until Matthew left—he said something about a meeting, but I didn’t even register the details. I just nodded, watching him walk out the door like nothing was wrong, like I didn’t hear the truth bleeding from his lips last night.As soon as the door closed, I made my way to the kitchen where Maren was pretending to fix the sink. Her back was to me, but I knew she felt my presence.“I heard everything,” I said coldly.She froze, her hand tightening around the towel she was holding. “Heard what?”I stepped closer, my heart pounding. “Last night. You. Him. His sickness. One year. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”Maren slowly turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know what you think you heard, Eloise, but—”“Stop it,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t lie to me.”She opened her mouth like she was going to deny it again, but something in my eyes must’ve stopped her. Instead, she just looked away, lips pressed

I can endure anything. Anything in this world. But the thought of my child suffering and getting hurt will be the end of me. The end of my sanity.Let them take my name. Let them strip me of my pride, of the company, of everything I’ve built, of everything she built. Let them break my body, tie my hands, chain my freedom—but not my children. Not Eliana’s soft laugh. Not Eloah’s gentle eyes. They are the last pure thing I have. The last reminder that something good still exists inside of me.If Noel touches even a strand of their hair, I swear—he won't just face a grieving mother. He'll face a monster he created with his own hands. One he's not ready for.Because if I have to burn this whole world just to keep them safe… I will.Noel’s smirk only grew wider, clearly enjoying the control he had over me.“Ah, there it is,” he said, his voice mockingly soft. “I hit a nerve, didn’t I? You see, Eloise, this is the kind of leverage I have over you. Your love for your children, your weakness

“Elijah, what is this?!” Uncle Sandro’s voice boomed behind me, his cane tapping loudly against the pavement as he approached the car. “You’re seriously taking the kids? At this hour?”I didn’t stop packing Eliana’s small pink backpack into the backseat. Then came Eloah’s toy dinosaur. I refused to look at him. If I did, I’d lose it.“Elijah!” he shouted again, this time grabbing my arm tightly. “Listen to me, son. Don’t do this—don’t take them away like this.”I clenched my jaw. “I’m not taking them away. I’m protecting them.”“From what? Eloise?! From their own mother?” His eyes were wide with disbelief. “You’re angry—I understand that. But don’t use the kids. Don’t pretend they’re not hurting too!”Finally, I met his eyes—mine glassy, but cold. “She made her choice, Uncle. She chose Matthew. Again. Do you know how many times I’ve endured that? How many times I caught her when she let go? I waited. I stayed. I kept hoping.” I let out a bitter laugh. “And still, it wasn’t enough.”Un

In a second, I’m already clutching his collar. We both look each other in the eyes, and I can see… that we do indeed have the same eyes.The same. Even the kind of anger we’re both trying to hold back.Rafael and Venice gasp behind me—they can feel the tension, thick in the air. But I don’t care. My heart’s beating like a war drum in my chest, and it’s not just anger. It’s confusion. Betrayal. Pain.“She’s pregnant,” he finally says, almost like a whisper.Venice lets out a sharp breath behind me. Rafael stays silent.“What did you just say?” I ask, my voice shaking.“She’s pregnant, Elijah,” he repeats, louder this time. “Eloise is carrying your child.”It feels like something exploded inside me. I don’t even know if it’s anger, happiness, or fear. Maybe all of them.“Don’t mess with me,” I say, shoving him back slightly, though I don’t let go. “If she’s pregnant, why didn’t she tell me?! Why the hell are you the one telling me and not her?!”“Because she didn’t plan to,” he answers.

We arrived at the edge of the abandoned building, the air thick with tension and dust. The place was rotting, every window shattered, every wall covered in graffiti. But it was quiet—too quiet. The men we brought with us started to spread out, silently taking their positions, blending into the shadows. I felt the weight of every second pressing down on me. My jaw clenched. My fists itched. My heart pounded with one thing in mind—Eloise.I glanced at Matthew, who gave me a nod. Even now, even with everything he was carrying, he was calm. Focused. We didn’t exchange words. We didn’t need to. We were here for one thing. And nothing was going to stop us.We didn’t go in right away.The building loomed ahead like a sleeping beast, silent and dangerous. But I knew better. It wasn’t sleeping. It was waiting.Matthew came up beside me, crouched low behind the broken wall we were using for cover. "Two on the left," he murmured. "Three more near the back, guarding the exits."I nodded once.