All Chapters of In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aurora's POV. 12. Aurora's Rebellion."Well, well... look who’s the latest bride around here!"Maya's voice was dripping with hatred. I just turned a deaf ear to her and kept strolling over to the sink to wash my hands.Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, yanking me back. It was like she had a metal clamp around my hand. I stumbled, almost falling, but caught myself."I don't like you," she spat, her eyes narrowed."I know." I shot back without even thinking. A flicker of surprise crossed her face. She clearly wasn't expecting me to be so blunt."I don't get why you're even here. From the moment I saw you, I knew I didn’t like you. You're not good for my brother," she continued, her voice sharp."Oh, really? I'm not good for him? Who could possibly be good for your crippled brother, Maya?" I said, a little smile playing on my lips. It was a low blow, I knew, but I was tired of her attitude. I turned to the washing sink to wash my hands.Her face twisted. "What?""What in the world did yo

Luther's POV. 14. The Game of Cat and Mouse.The sound of my wheels grinding to a halt on the marble floor echoed in the silence. She’d stopped me. Aurora. My Aurora. God, even thinking the word “my” felt like a dangerous indulgence."If you can't spill what's eating you, why'd you stop me?" My voice came out harsher than intended, a gravelly growl born of built-up frustration and carefully constructed distance. I continued without giving her a chance to answer. "And don't even think about offering to help me bathe. I can damn well manage myself." Each word was laced with ice, a warning shot across her bow.I knew. I knew what she wanted. The way she fidgeted in the doorway, the almost faint tremor in her voice... It all screamed of a desire she couldn't quite express, a hunger for something she knew was forbidden. That awareness, that powerful mix of her desire and my own restless craving, ignited a fire in my veins. I wanted to punish her. For wanting me. For tempting me. And

Luther's POV. 16. The Dark Side of Desire."Come on," I growled, yanking her up from the table. Before she could react, I had her pinned. My hand tightened, not enough to crush, but enough to let her know I was in control. A possessive anger throbbed in my gut.Then I was kissing her. Her damned lips were soft, softer than anything she deserved. A dangerous kind of soft that made me want to ruin them, bite them, claim them as mine.She actually kissed back, a flicker of defiance in her eyes and it ignited something rough and demanding inside me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, invading. My fingers tightened on her throat, just a little."Mmm... mmm..." she mumbled, trying to pull away. Not a chance. I pressed my hand harder against the back of her neck, forcing her lips back onto mine. She choked, a tiny, desperate sound.I released her, dropping her to her knees. My hands were shaking slightly, a mix of fury and something else I didn't want to name. I fumbled wit

Aurora's POV. 18. The Family Feud.My stomach was already churning before the food even arrived. Every meal felt like a battle fought on a plate."Here ma'am, your food," the maid said, her voice devoid of warmth as she placed it on the table. I tried to block out Maya's presence, pretending not to notice her spiteful glances."Mum, can you believe we have to share the same dining table with this little slut?" Maya sneered, turning to her mother who rewarded her with a cruel, knowing smile.I bowed my head, focusing on the food, trying to ignore the venomous words. I was so tired, bone-weary.Whose fault is that? I thought bitterly. Luther's. That's who. Luther, pretending to be crippled, draining the life out of me, little by little.I lifted a spoon to my mouth, but before I could taste a bite, Maya slammed it away, sending my plate crashing to the floor.My breath hitched. "You really shouldn't be here!" she exclaimed angrily. "Go find somewhere else to have your meal. It's bad e

Aurora's POV. 20. Bloodshed.My head was throbbing, the rope biting into my wrists. "Boss Luther? You're here—" Marcus started, but the words died in his throat.A sickening sound ripped through the room as Luther moved with terrifying speed. A thud, a choked scream... Marcus slammed against the floor."Luther," I managed, my voice a weak rasp. The energy had been completely sucked out of me."Luke, untie her," Luther commanded, his voice dangerously low. He didn't even glance my way. It was jarring. Where was his wheelchair? He always used his wheelchair.Luther's attention was solely on Marcus, and the air crackled with his fury. "How dare you lay a hand on my wife?" he growled, each word a guttural threat. "Tell me, who gave you the right to do that?!" He punctuated his rage with a brutal kick to Marcus's stomach."Ahhhh...! Fuck!" Marcus shrieked, clutching his abdomen. "Boss, I didn't know she was your wife! Let alone a Hawthorne! She was the one who came to me, proposing a b