All Chapters of The Heiress and the Four Brothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SERAI held my breath as he stood in front of me, so close I could feel the heat of his body. His fingers rose, touching my chin, tilting my face toward him.“Don’t test me,” he said quietly, but with a warning in his voice. “You will what?”And before I could think twice, I grabbed his neck and kissed him—hard.I felt his body tense, like he was fighting something inside himself. But it took just a second for his restraint to snap, and then he was kissing me back with a force that was almost terrifying.His lips were rough, nearly brutal, like his anger had shifted into something raw and consuming. His fingers dug into my waist too tightly, his breath hot, ragged, dripping with frustration.When he pulled away, his eyes burned with a mess of emotions—the anger he was hiding and the desire he was trying to fight. “God damn it, Sera,” he rasped, his voice almost shaking. “What the hell have you done to me?”His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles flexing, like he was holding

BECKThat morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingered in my cup as I stepped into the living room. The air in this house was cooler than what I was used to. Sunlight filtered in through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the space. Damon was sprawled out on the couch in a position that looked anything but comfortable, Ace was absorbed in his tablet, and Cal stood near the door in his workout gear, clearly getting ready for a morning run.Leaning against the couch where Damon was still fast asleep, I raised an eyebrow, took a slow sip of my coffee, and asked, “Why is Damon sleeping here?”Cal stretched his arms, chuckling. “I saw Damon getting ready for a run earlier, so I told him to wait up while I grabbed my stuff. When I came back… well, this is what I found.”I let out a quiet laugh, glancing at Damon. He looked like a man who had just lost a long battle against gravity. His head was nearly slipping off the armrest, his hair was a complete mess, and ther

ACEI should’ve noticed earlier.Sera was sitting across from me, but she wasn’t really there. She played with her fork, stirring her food absentmindedly. Usually, she’d have thrown some sharp remarks by now—something laced with sarcasm, something that carried that signature defiance she always took pride in.“What do you think Reggie will do to Dominic?” I asked, baiting a reaction.She turned to me with a weak smile. “Reggie would finish him off.”Something was wrong.Just this morning, Sera, with her signature style-sharp, defiant, stabbing with words—had managed to strip Dominic down. But now… she looked like she had lost half of herself.I had barely taken a single bite when Sera suddenly set down her spoon. The movement was too abrupt, too noticeable.I raised a brow, studying her face. “What’s wrong?”She didn’t answer. Her jaw tightened, fingers curling into fists on the table. Then, the next second, she stood up.“I need to use the restroom,” she muttered before walking away.

DAMONWhen Ace walked out, I didn’t follow him right away. I stayed where I was, feeling Beck and Cal’s eyes lock onto me. The atmosphere in the room shifted—easygoing to suffocating in an instant, tension thick in the air like a storm about to break.I could feel Sera standing at the doorway, restless. I didn’t have to turn around to know she was biting her lower lip, debating whether to speak or stay silent.Finally, I exhaled a short breath and started moving. “I’ll be fine,” I murmured, casual, before slipping past them.I followed Ace down the hall to his room. He shoved the door open, motioned me inside, then slammed it shut behind us.“Again, I have no idea why you’re pissed,” I said, leaning against his wardrobe, all ease, all nonchalance.“How old are you, huh? Fifteen?” Ace finally spoke, his voice low, cold.I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Do you even know Sera got sick because of you?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of restrained fury.

CALMorning came with a silence that felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because of yesterday. Or maybe it was just this house, always keeping secrets behind its walls.I walked down the hallway, balancing a tray in one hand. As I reached Sera’s door, I lifted my other hand and knocked lightly with the back of my fingers.However, before my hand could touch the wood, the door had already opened from the inside. Damon stood in the doorway, his expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was something in his eyes—fatigue, maybe. Or something deeper.I raised an eyebrow, offering a faint smile. “Morning.”Damon held my gaze for a moment before responding, his voice low and rough. “Morning.”He didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he kept a hand on the door, giving me space to step inside before finally shifting aside.Taking the hint, I walked in. “Had breakfast yet?” I asked casually, still balancing the tray in my hands.Damon let out a short, quiet exhale. “I’m good.”A standa