Semua Bab Dear Ex, I Want Your Brother : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Daisy’s POVI woke up to golden sunlight streaming through my window, the chirping of birds a cruel contrast to the storm raging inside me. My eyes were swollen from crying—a reminder of last night’s betrayal. I dragged myself out of bed, forcing my legs to carry me to the shower. All I wanted to do was scrub away the setbacks.First, it was Mom. Then Dad. And now Trey.The hot water did little to wash away the ache in my chest, but it helped me pull myself together.I looked at my reflection in the mirror, still feeling hopeless. What could I do? Go against the great and powerful Anna and her little pet, Trey? I was wounded, and unlike Anna, I had no money to fight back.Still wrapped in a white towel, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at it briefly—Nanny Divine. Again. I rolled my eyes and flipped the phone over, ignoring the call.But the buzzing didn’t stop.Without thinking, I picked it up. "Nanny Divine, I thought I made myself—"“Hello, Miss Daisy,” her voice came th

Daisy’s POV “Where am I?” I asked, my voice trembling as I looked around the strange room. The walls were soft gray, and the bedspread was a gentle pastel. I blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog in my mind.“What happened to me?” I whispered aloud, trying to remember. I recalled being at Moxy, laughing with friends and drinking with abandon. Then suddenly, everything went dark. I remembered feeling dizzy, men closing in, and a loud commotion—a fight. My memories came in broken pieces, like a puzzle with too many missing parts. But one part was clear: there was a guy, and then the door opened in a flash, catching me off guard.I sat up slowly and squinted at the door. “You…” I said, pointing at the man who had entered just a moment ago.He walked in gently. He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, and water dripped from his chiseled abs. His skin was smooth, and his grey eyes shone with an intensity that made me feel both shy and safe. I closed my eyes briefly at the sight and

Liam's POVLiam's Penthouse“What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made.I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.Taking a sip, I let the warmth spread through me. I tried to focus on the taste, but my mind was racing with thoughts—plans, memories, and the past that never stopped haunting me.Just as I was starting to relax, my phone vibrated. I picked it up.“Hello, Aunty,” I answered cheerfully, hiding the tension in my voice.“How are you, son?” Aunt Emilia’s voice was gen