Chapter 47:
The Other Brother
Nicholas POV
I was never supposed to come back.
Never, I was meant to leave and never show my face, more like a self inflicted exile.
Exile from the De La Cruz,
The house, the name, the blood, it was all part of a history I buried long ago, beneath layers of silence and an ocean of exile. But when Andrew called, I knew the past wasn’t done with me yet.
Normally, the past always find a way of crawling out and hunting you.
> “Come home,” he’d said. “There’s someone you need to meet.”
Who was so important that he wanted me to meet?, Is it his lover?.
No, Andrew never had space for love, he wouldn't start now.
It's against all what he stood for ever since the incident.
His voice was sharp, tired. Not quite a request. Not quite a demand. Just
