All Chapters of In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aurora's POV. As night came too soon.. pain was the first thing I felt when I woke up. My whole body ached, a brutal reminder of last night with Luther. The room was dark, and his heavy scent clung to everything. He was still asleep beside me, his breathing deep and even.I swallowed, my throat scratchy. I really needed some water.Carefully, I pushed myself up, biting back a groan. My legs felt shaky, and my skin was overly sensitive. The glass on the bedside table was empty.Ugh, fine. Just a quick trip downstairs.The mansion was silent as I made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. But as I turned around -Someone was standing right next to me.I gasped, nearly dropping the bottle. "What the hell, Richard?" My heart was pounding.He smirked, that damn smirk. "Forgot you don't like surprises."I let out a sharp breath, clutching my chest. "Are you insane? You scared the crap out of me!"Richard leaned against the counter, his eyes raking over

Aurora's POV. Luther went rigid, his grip on my chin tightening. "What the fuck did you just say?"I hesitated, my body stiffening. His other hand suddenly gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "Say it properly," he ordered, his tone dangerously low.My lips trembled. I felt completely exposed, raw, vulnerable. "I..." My voice cracked.Luther's eyes darkened, his patience thinning. "Aurora."I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands fisting against his chest. "I...I love you." The words barely left my lips before I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that could somehow erase them.A thick silence filled the air. My body was still, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then suddenly he laughed, a short, harsh, humorless sound. His hands suddenly left me, and before I could process it, his grip on my waist vanished.I barely had a second to react before he shoved me off him. I gasped as I hit the cold floor, my bare skin stinging from the impact. My head snapped up, my breath caught in my

Aurora's POV. "You're a motherfucking bastard!"I shoved at his chest, my hands slamming against Luther's rock-hard muscle. My voice cracked, raw with a rage that felt like it was tearing me apart. "I am not your fucking slave, Luther!"He didn't even flinch. Didn't move a muscle. It was like hitting a brick wall.I hit him again, harder this time. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn't care. "I should be allowed to have a life! To make my own choices! To go out on my own fucking terms!" The words tumbled out, fueled by months, years, of simmering resentment.Luther just stood there. Unyielding. His cold, dark eyes burned into mine, an intensity that made my stomach drop and a shiver crawl down my spine despite the anger boiling inside. It felt… possessive.I tried to shove him again, desperate to create some distance, but this time he was ready. His hands caught mine, his grip like steel.Before I could even open my mouth to scream, his lips crashed onto mine.It wasn't a kiss. It was a

Aurora's POV. My mother-in-law's voice, dripping with forced tears, cut through the tension. "Luther, why do you want to kill your brother over a woman? What has... what has he even done?" The tears were a sham, I could see it, meant only for Richard, her precious, idiot son."What do you mean, Mother? He always tries to steal the women I'm with. And now he's got his damn eyes on my wife!" Luther roared, the gun still trembling in his hand, aimed at Richard."Richard! Say something! What is all this about? Were you trying something with her?" She glared at me, pure disgust etched on her face. "Richard, can't you at least get a decent woman for yourself if you wanted something to do with a woman? What the hell?"That's when Richard finally spoke, his voice shaky. "Mother... Aurora came to me, okay? She came to me of her own damn free will. Maybe she feels like Luther isn't doing his job as a husband properly." He finished with a sickening smirk."What?" Mother in law shrieked, and t

Aurora's POV. "Um... Luther, what do you want?" The words caught in my throat, barely a whisper. It felt pathetic. "How can I... how can I prove to you that Richard doesn't matter in any of this?" My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed him to believe me.I took a shaky step closer, wanting to touch him, to feel connected. I reached for his wrist, hoping to bridge the gap that felt like a chasm opening between us. But he flinched away, his touch cold, almost repulsed. My stomach dropped. He didn't say anything, just turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving me standing there like an idiot.My fingers tightened around the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric. I felt a lump forming in my throat. He was slipping away. Frustration warred with a desperate ache for him. What was I supposed to do?The sound of the shower starting filled the silence, a steady, insistent rush.I swallowed hard, my feet rooted to the spot. Should I knock? Should I give him space, walk away, maybe even