All Chapters of Twisted Desires: My Brother's Best friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CaspianI turned to leave, but before I could take a step, Marcel's voice stopped me. "I'm coming with you, Caspian."But before Marcel could move, his mother's voice cut in, cold and firm. "You're not going anywhere, Marcel."Marcel's eyes locked on mine, a silent message passing between us. But his mother's grip on his arm tightened, holding him back. "You're staying right here, Marcel. Caspian will handle this because he caused this."I nodded, trying to reassure Marcel that I'd take care of things. But Marcel's eyes never left mine, a mix of concern and determination burning in them."Ava is my sister. I can't just–"Don't act stubborn, Marcel!" his mother snapped. "Caspian will go alone to find Ava, and if he doesn't, he'll have himself to blame. And I promise you, Caspian, if you don't bring my daughter back, I'll kill you myself."Marcel's face paled, and looking at him, I shook my head. "It's fine, Marcel. I'll go find her myself."Marcel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't back do

AvaThe last thing I needed right now was for Marcel to show up. Why the hell was he coming over? Imagine calling someone, dropping a casual "I'm coming over," and then hanging up like it was no big deal."Why is he coming over?" I asked, anxiety rising as my eyes widened. "He doesn't know we're together right now, does he?""I have no idea," Caspian replied, hurriedly getting dressed. "Put on your clothes quickly!""Damn it!" I groaned, spotting my torn bra on the floor."What's wrong?" he asked."What am I supposed to do about this now?" I asked, holding up the damaged undergarment with a deep frown.Caspian sighed heavily and snatched it from my hand, tossing it aside. "Just...just get dressed, Ava. Please!"I jumped into action at his urgency, and as we finished getting dressed, the sound of the living room door opening echoed through the apartment."I think he's here, damn it," Caspian muttered under his breath. He grabbed my hand and began leading me away."Why didn't he knock?"

AvaI had said it. Yes, I had told him how much I hated him and the extent of that hatred. Now, I sat in the taxi next to my brother, who silently scrolled through his Instagram feed. My eyes followed the road, the sights outside blurring together."Does that mean you won't marry him now?" Marcel's voice broke through the silence, his gaze still fixed on his phone."What?" I asked, pretending not to understand his question.He let out a deep sigh and turned to face me. "You said you hated him enough to kill him back there, didn't you?"Yes, I did, and I would say it again. Caspian would never deserve my love after how he had treated me years ago. He had shattered my heart and pushed me away."Are you trying to remind me?" I questioned, my brows furrowing."Anyway, you can't marry your enemy, can you?" Marcel asked, prompting me to bite my bottom lip as I looked straight ahead."I will..." my voice trailed off."Didn't you say you hate him?" Marcel pushed, letting out a mocking scoff.

CaspianI slumped into the armchair, the soft cushions enveloping me like a warm hug. The coffee table in front of me held a bottle of whiskey and a glass, which I'd been nursing for the past hour. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, mesmerizing me as I lifted it to my lips. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the throbbing headache that had been plaguing me all day.Despite the fatigue that threatened to consume me, I couldn't shake off the stress of the day's events. My body felt like it was on fire, but I didn't care. I just wanted to forget. Yes, I wanted to forget the fact that she said she hated me and how much her description was on her so-called hatred towards me.Damn! Couldn't my day get any worse?From being stressed at work to Ava's call, and now she liked my photo. I was glad that I checked the notification bar fast because she unliked it afterward.As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, the sudden beep of my phone pierced the silence. M

CaspianI woke up to the warm, golden light of the afternoon streaming through the room. As I slowly sat up, my gaze fell on her - Ava. She was sleeping peacefully beside me, her face a serene mask. Her dark and luscious eyelashes fluttered slightly with each gentle breath, and her plump and inviting lips seemed to beckon me closer.I felt an overwhelming urge to lean in, to press my lips to hers and savor the sweetness of her mouth. But I restrained myself, fighting against the primal desire that threatened to consume me.As I carefully untangled myself from Ava's embrace, I noticed that my body felt different. The fever that had ravaged me earlier was gone, replaced by a sense of calm, cool clarity.My eyes landed on a small bag on the table, and I opened it to find an assortment of medicines inside. I felt a surge of gratitude, realizing that Ava must have bought these for me, nursing me back to health while I was unconscious.I let out a small cough, and a faint smirk appeared on