Spoiled by My Possessive Alpha Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

(Diane)“A brother?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yes,” Archer confirmed, his tone steady, as if he had just told me it might rain tomorrow. “Victor has a younger brother.”My mind raced, trying to process this unexpected revelation. Victor—the name that carried weight like a thunderstorm in my world—had a sibling? It felt surreal, like hearing a dragon had a pet goldfish.“Which brings us to why I chose this restaurant,” Archer continued, leaning back in his chair and casually gesturing with his glass of water. “Look over there.”I followed his eyeline to the grand piano at the center of the room. A young man sat there, fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. The music was hauntingly beautiful, filling the space with a melody that somehow felt both intimate and otherworldly.He was young, maybe just over twenty, with a presence that made him impossible to ignore. His features were strikingly familiar: the sharp cheekbones, the angular jawline, the dark, piercin

(Diane)The morning light filters through the curtains, soft but unforgiving. Every inch of my body feels the weight of last night’s passion, a lingering soreness that’s both a reminder of Lucian’s intensity and a strange sort of comfort. Nina feels stronger—like it’s been stirred awake from a long, restless slumber. Each brush of the sheets against my skin makes me acutely aware of the changes coursing through me.Lucian moves around the room with practiced ease, the sound of him pulling on his clothes grounding me just enough to keep my thoughts from spiraling. But they’re still there, gnawing at me. The information I learned yesterday refuses to leave me in peace. Should I do it? Should I involve him?“Victor’s brother can be a great weapon if I want my revenge quickly,” I mutter aloud, my voice hoarse from last night. My gaze falls to my hands, fingers tracing the edge of the blanket absentmindedly. “But I really don’t want to hurt an innocent kid in the process. He’s still so y

(Diane)The venue was a masterpiece of excess—if excess had a trust fund and a superiority complex. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like melted gold, casting a warm glow over the sea of designer suits, glittering gowns, and egos so inflated they might as well be floating alongside the decorations. The air was thick with expensive cologne, fine champagne, and the barely concealed tension of wolves trying to outshine each other.Lila’s father, the pharmaceutical mogul, wasn’t just throwing a party for his beloved daughter—he was orchestrating a high-stakes matchmaking gala disguised as a birthday bash. The bachelors in attendance weren’t here just to drink; they were here to compete. And with Lila as the prize, the desperation levels were one bad stock market crash away from a full-blown riot.As Selene and I approached the entrance, we were greeted by the human equivalent of an obstacle course—Maya. Draped in a dress that probably cost more than a mid-sized sedan, she stoo

(Diane)Archer was smooth—too smooth. The kind of smooth that made me suspicious, like a knife slicing through silk without making a sound.He stepped forward, the crowd still parting around him like the Red Sea, but now there was something else in the air—expectation. Lila straightened, lifting her chin in that way spoiled girls did when they thought they were about to be pacified. Maya folded her arms, her smirk sharpening. They thought they’d won something.And then Archer smiled.It was slight, just a flicker of movement at the corners of his mouth, but it was enough. The tension shifted again like he was about to play some sort of game. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, perfectly wrapped box—a pristine silver bow on top.“Lila,” he said, voice rich and even, the way a diplomat might smooth over an international crisis. “Apologies for my wife’s… enthusiasm.”A calculated pause. A gentle incline of his head. Just enough condescension to make Lila feel super

(Diane)I didn’t even glance at Savannah. She wasn’t worth the energy. Instead, I turned to Victor, fixing him with a knowing look.“You wouldn’t happen to be the one behind this little game, would you?” I asked, my voice light but sharp enough to cut.Victor’s smirk didn’t waver. “Tempting theory, but no. I enjoy a well-placed knife to the back, but this?” He gestured vaguely at the slips of paper. “This isn’t my style.”I studied him, searching for any tell, but Victor was too well-practiced. Too careful. If he was lying, he was doing a damn good job of it.He tilted his head slightly. “So your secret is something only I know? Interesting.”Before I could respond, I felt Lucian’s hand tighten on my waist—just the slightest pressure, but enough to make my breath hitch. A silent warning? A claim? A reaction he didn’t even realize he was having?Savannah, meanwhile, looked like she’d been slapped. Her face twisted, and without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed off.Victor