The brothers who fought for me (by Levi Bennett) novel Chapter 15

**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**

Ezekiel awoke to the unwelcome sensation of a throbbing headache, a familiar reminder of the previous night’s indulgences.

With a groan, he rolled over, instinctively reaching for the warmth he expected to find beside him, only to grasp at the emptiness of cold sheets.

His eyes flew open, and he stared at the vacant side of the bed, a rush of confusion washing over him.

The sight of the untouched pillow and the disheveled covers stirred a wave of irritation within him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and trudged into the bathroom, the cool tiles sending a shiver up his spine.

As cold water cascaded over him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. His gaze fell lower, and he scowled at his own body’s response, the unwanted reminder of his state of arousal.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, wiping his face with a towel. “Juliette’s not here, and you’re still acting like a lovesick puppy.”

With a resigned sigh, he rummaged through the depths of the dressing room cabinet, his fingers brushing against the silk fabric of a nightgown Juliette had left behind. He held it up for a moment, a bitter smile crossing his lips before he discarded it and returned to the bathroom.

Emerging moments later, he felt a bit more composed, the tension between his brows easing slightly.

As he dressed, his phone buzzed to life, illuminating the screen with a message from Leilani: “Ezzie, I’ve thought it through. The one I love has always been you. After the surgery, I’ll talk to Gio and make things clear. Let’s be together.”

A slow smirk crept onto Ezekiel’s thin lips, but he quickly tossed the phone onto the bed, the thought of being with Leilani holding no allure for him.

The truth was, even during their past encounters, his interest in Leilani had been more about Giovanni than anything else.

Giovanni had gone to great lengths, even swapping identities with Ezekiel, to win over Leilani, showcasing just how deep his feelings ran for her.

Ezekiel didn’t indulge in many hobbies, but he had a peculiar passion for taking what Giovanni cherished.

Whether it was their parents’ affection, limited edition sports cars, or prized projects, if Giovanni valued it, Ezekiel felt an insatiable urge to claim it for himself.

And time and again, he emerged victorious.

Except for…

Ezekiel studied his reflection in the mirror, dressed in a stark white shirt that mirrored Giovanni’s style.

He and Giovanni shared strikingly similar features and expressions, yet there was a wildness in Ezekiel’s gaze, a ferocity that set him apart.

His mind drifted back to a vivid summer afternoon when he was eighteen.

Fresh from a shower, he was drying his hair, the scent of shampoo still lingering, as he made his way to the dressing room in search of clothes.

Suddenly, a memory struck him like a bolt of lightning: Juliette, her eyes sparkling as she admired Giovanni in a white shirt, her voice dripping with admiration. “Gio, you look so different in a white shirt, like a cool, reserved male lead straight out of a comic.”

Ezekiel couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh.

What a sycophant she was.

It was just a white shirt—what made it so special?

Her taste was utterly lacking.

Perhaps he was simply tired of the drab, dark clothing that filled his own dressing room.

He made his way to Giovanni’s dressing area, opening the door to find a pristine row of white shirts, each one perfectly pressed and devoid of wrinkles.

He paused for a moment, a sneer curling his lips. “Really knows how to put on a show,” he muttered under his breath.

He snatched one of the shirts and slipped it on, heading downstairs just in time to encounter Juliette, who was on her way to find Giovanni.

Feeling mischievous, he decided to tease her, adopting Giovanni’s tone as he reached for her hand.

But Juliette’s response was swift and cutting.

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