Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Nikolai’s POV

My waste–of–space little brother banged on the door like a fucking animal as I moved to open it

It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected him to come. I had. That’s why I didn’t change the passcode to my private clevator. I’d even anticipated him showing up at the wedding and making a mess of things, only to end up being dragged out by the guards. Yes, I was petty. And yes, I was an asshole. But I’ve already said I’m not a good man.

1 wanted my father to be embarrassed. I wanted them to feel humiliated. Elena had asked me earlier if I felt bad that they’d walked out of the wedding that way. No, it hadn’t felt bad. It had felt fucking fantastic–watching them squirm, seeing the superiority slip from their expressions, just for once. It felt like justice for all the times they made my mother and me feel like nothing

Every damn time, my belongings had been handed down to my little brother. It wasn’t like we couldn’t afford to buy two of everything, but no Dmitri always got mine. My toys, my food, my electronics, and even the time that had been scheduled for me with my father. Because he was younger. Because he was the golden child.

If it had stopped there, maybe I would have tolerated it. Maybe I could have played the mature older brother role. But it didn’t. I wasn’t just expected to sacrifice–I was expected to do it silently, to applaud them while I faded into the background. There was no applause for me. No

affection. Not even the bare minimum of Esimess.

Neither 1 nor my mother were treated with the same warmth or respect as Dmitri and his precious mother. And now! Now I wanted them to feel even a fraction of the degradation they’d inflicted upon ine. I wanted to see the cracks in their perfect world.

I clenched my fists. Puck. I was letting those buried thoughts leak out again. My therapist had warned me about this–how compartmentalizing too hard would make the dam break eventually. But even he had agreed, sometimes channeling the darkness served a purpose.

This wasn’t about inferiority anymore. That had been years ago, back when Dmitri got his first girlfriend and I struggled to make a connection that lasted more than a month. I’d since gotten over that phase.

Now! Now I was just curious. I wanted to watch his reaction. I wanted to see him fall apart. It soothed something old and bruised inside me.

The lock clicked open, and Dmitri stumbled in like a rabid dog, scanning the room for her.

Elena stood up from the bed, blinking sleep from her eyes, wearing nothing but soft grey shorts and a white tank top that I had put on her before we slept. My jaw clenched as I caught him ogling her legs.

“What the hell are you looking at I growled, stepping forward and pushing him back when he dared take another step toward her.

His

gazes

snapped to mine, eyes blazing with fury.

“I have nothing to say to you, he spat. “You’re just a bitter bastard. Always have been. Jealous that I had what you never could. So what do you do? You steal my fiancée to make yourself feel better!”

I let out a slow exhale and crossed my arms. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that important.

“Fuck you” he snarled. “You couldn’t stand that she chose me. That she loved ine. That father loved me and no one gave a shit about you. So you waited for your moment and the second she wavered, you pounced like the predator you are

My mouth twisted into a smirk. “Wavered? She broke up with you. She ended the engagement

His eyes were red rimmed now, “At least I actually love her, and I am not using her to get revenge!

“You think you’re better than me? You’re not. You’re just as disgusting. Wone even, bernise you pretend to care

“You should be begging for forgiveness. After everything you did, after the betrayal, the lies, you still have the audacity to insult Nikolait The one who helped me when my father died? The one who made sure I wasn’t alone when my mother was going through surgery. deep in some other woman!” She paused as though it pained her to even speak. “You didn’t come find me even once Daniul You KNEW my Father was in an accident and 1—I can’t even “Her voice broke and I felt my chest tighten as the continued, “You should be ashamed of yourself And |_ I

Tears streamed down her face, but her spine stayed straight.

Not just anger. Not just exhaustion, Real, tangible pain. I’d seen her cry before–from pleasure. I had actually enjoyed the tears in her eyes back then. But not like this. These weren’t tears of joy or pleasure. These were the kind that she tried to hide, the one that tore open old scars and bled fresh.

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