The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 233 So… This ’Big Brother’ Was Yours?
Megan Shaw followed Chloe Shaw into her room, the cute pink décor almost identical to how Megan used to have hers.
Chloe crouched down by her dresser and rummaged through a small box, eventually pulling out a pink hardcover diary.
"This was in your stuff—guess it slipped into my room. I found it last time I was organizing. I flipped a couple pages but saw your handwriting and closed it. Swear I didn’t peek at what’s inside."
Megan blinked in surprise. She had no idea where that diary ended up. She remembered tearing the place apart looking for it back then.
She took it with a faint blush, her voice a little unsure. "You really didn’t read it?"
"No, no, honest. I have no clue what you wrote."
Megan narrowed her eyes, raising a brow. "Seriously?"
Chloe cleared her throat awkwardly, whispering, "I’m not gonna tell my darling brother-in-law that you used to have a crush on that guy who once saved you..."
At that exact awkward moment, footsteps echoed, and Megan slapped a hand over her sister’s mouth.
Tristan Reid was leaning against the doorframe, eyebrows raised. "What guy?"
Chloe’s eyes sparkled around a sneaky little smile as she blinked innocently.
Megan quickly removed her hand, throwing an arm around Chloe’s shoulders. "Just saying Chloe had a crush back then on some boy who helped her out..."
Kevin Ward walked in just in time to hear that and visibly flinched, clutching the wall like someone hit him with bad news.
"A guy? Excuse me? Chloe, you’re eighteen. When’d you even start having mysterious crushes on anyone?"
Tristan chuckled. "Pretty sure it wasn’t you, man. You’re pushing uncle age." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Kevin looked thoroughly wounded. Ok, fine, he was kinda robbing the cradle here, but hey, Tristan wasn’t much different.
Chloe gave a dry laugh. "Food’s ready downstairs. Let’s go before Auntie Guo’s feast goes cold."
Megan hummed in agreement, slipping her diary into her bag.
Tristan shot her a knowing glance but didn’t say anything. He followed along. Kevin trailed behind, looking like someone just stole his lunch money.
Just then, Elliot Shaw came through the door.
The moment his eyes landed on Megan, they turned misty.
He rushed forward and grabbed her hands. "When Tristan said you were kidnapped, we were all scared out of our minds."
"I’m sorry... Back then I had no choice. I had to get you all out safely."
Elliot shook his head gently. "You did what you had to. That same night, our place was attacked. And Tristan... thank you for keeping her safe all this time."
Tristan lowered his head slightly. "There were times I couldn’t protect her. I’m sorry for those."
Elliot sighed. "You did your best. The enemies hiding in the shadows aren’t easy to deal with. None of us blame you."
Chloe cleared her throat. "Alright, all that’s in the past now. Time for dinner! Auntie Guo cooked up a storm, don’t leave her noodles getting soggy."
Everyone gathered around the table. Tristan peeled shrimp and passed dishes to Megan, while Kevin busied himself taking bones out of Chloe’s fish.
Elliot watched them, heart full and eyes warm.
Years ago, he’d made a mistake, swapping Megan by accident, sending his real daughter into the Lewis family. In a crazy twist of fate, Wendy Ford’s parents switched Wendy too, and that switch led his true daughter to end up killed and buried by a couple of traffickers.
He lost his biological daughter... but gained another.
Maybe that’s karma.
Then again, if that swap had never happened, maybe Megan would’ve been the one lost instead.
All of it... felt like fate.He looked at the girl who shared no blood ties with him, but guilt welled up in his chest. No matter what, it was the Shaws’ fault. She’d lost twenty years with her real family because of them.
He poured himself a shot of clear liquor and downed it in one gulp.
Letting the buzz settle in, he said, “Megan, it’s the Shaw family’s fault. Your dad owes you an apology.”
That guilt had always festered in Elliot Shaw’s heart like a thorn. Even though he’d said it before, the guilt never faded.
Tristan Reid waved a hand and said, “Dad, let the past be. We can’t change it, so let’s focus on moving forward.”
“Okay.” Elliot nodded, eyes misty with tears.
Dinner wrapped up, and with Tristan a bit tipsy, the two decided to stay over at the Shaw household for the night.
Kevin Ward helped Tristan upstairs and plopped him on the bed, clicking his tongue, “Dude, your tolerance used to be top-tier. What’s up with you tonight? Is it the booze, or just your own feels messing with you?”
“Quit psychoanalyzing me.” Tristan rolled to one side, shutting his eyes.
Megan let out a soft sigh. “He’s been pushing himself too hard lately. Finally gets a moment to breathe.”
She shot a glance at Kevin and Chloe, “Okay, Team Dynamic Duo, thanks but I’ve got it from here.”
After ushering them out, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom and dampened it, then gently wiped down Tristan’s face and hands. His chiseled features looked sharper now, his cheeks a bit more gaunt. She walked into the bathroom, getting ready for a hot soak.
The sound of running water echoed as the man suddenly opened his eyes, bright and alert.
Megan eased into the tub, soaking in the warm bubbles. It was heavenly—but it couldn’t last too long. Not with her pregnancy.
Fresh out of the bath, she slipped on a robe, towel-drying her hair as she padded out of the bathroom—only to freeze at what she saw.
“You—you—you...”
She rushed over, reaching for the diary in Tristan’s hands, but he simply pulled her into his arms with a long arm.
His face flushed, pressing to hers, voice low and teasing, “So... this little ‘big brother’ wasn’t Chloe’s but yours? Interesting twist.”
Megan’s cheeks turned crimson. “No one told you to pry—got no one to blame but yourself.”
“Tsk.” Tristan smirked. “So you didn’t accept the engagement back then ‘cause you had your heart set on Prince Charming? But you were, what, ten? Who were you even planning to marry at that age?”
Megan kept her lips shut, not taking the bait.
Tristan tossed the diary onto the bed, his slender fingers lifting her chin. “Tell me—who did you want to marry?”
She looked into his deep, obsidian eyes. They reminded her so much of a night sky full of stars.
Afraid he’d spiral into jealousy, she looped her arms around his neck, flicking back her damp, ink-black hair. A few droplets landed on her bathrobe, seeping into the fabric.
She placed a light kiss on his lips. “You. I always wanted you.”
Then she slid his hand over her belly. “Our baby’s proof enough. Why are you still stuck on something that happened when I was a kid?”
Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly—clearly not over it yet.
Megan raised an eyebrow. Looks like it was time to pull out the big guns, or this guy was gonna drown in his own jealousy.
She gently peeled back a corner of her robe, revealing her flawless collarbone. “Here, mark it. I’m yours. Always have been.”
A flame lit in Tristan’s eyes, growing darker and hotter. He leaned in, biting down right at that beautiful curve.
Trailing kisses up her pale neck, he captured that tempting mouth of hers, swallowing her words whole.
