My Groom's Brother Married Me

# Chapter 4: Don't Think About Him Anymore

The door to Nathan's master bedroom closed firmly behind them, shutting out the tension they had just left outside.

The spacious room was dominated by dark gray tones and minimalist décor, giving it a cold, understated atmosphere. There were no romantic decorations befitting newlyweds, only the faint scent of sandalwood and a masculine fragrance lingering in the air.

Elina walked inside, her voluminous wedding gown trailing across the thick carpet.

She neither trembled nor appeared frightened.

Her steps were calm, though exhaustion weighed heavily behind her eyes.

Turning around, she looked at Nathan, who was casually unbuttoning his black suit jacket.

"Thank you, Nathan," Elina said calmly, without hesitation. "For what you did in the ballroom and in front of your parents."

Nathan hung his jacket over the back of the sofa near the window.

He did not turn around immediately. Instead, he straightened the front of his shirt before finally facing her.

His expression was steady, distant, and unreadable.

"Don't thank me," Nathan replied in a cold, emotionless voice. "I didn't do it out of sympathy."

Elina raised an eyebrow.

"I know."

Nathan studied the woman standing before him.

There was no hysterical surprise or dramatic reaction.

Only calm, rational acceptance.

"You know?"

"You needed a reason to pressure Jeremy and Aunt Velicia," Elina answered calmly, folding her arms across her chest. "Marrying the woman Jeremy abandoned in front of everyone was the most effective way to provoke him. I know exactly what your relationship with him is like."

Nathan let out a quiet chuckle, the faint smile on his lips carrying a trace of bitterness.

He walked toward her and stopped just two steps away.

His tall frame cast a commanding shadow beneath the room's soft lighting.

"You're remarkably perceptive for a woman whose fiancé just ran away from their wedding," Nathan murmured, his eyes locking onto hers. "But from this moment on, erase Jeremy's name from your mind. You are my wife now—Nathan Valmont's wife."

Elina met his piercing gaze without blinking.

The intimidating aura surrounding him sent a slight chill through her body.

"I understand. To me, Jeremy is nothing more than a wound from the past that no longer deserves to be remembered."

"A wound?"

Nathan narrowed his eyes.

His jaw tightened.

"You'd better get rid of that wound as soon as possible, Elina. I have no intention of keeping a woman in my house who is still haunted by another man."

Elina was about to respond, but Nathan stepped even closer, closing the distance between them.

"Remember one thing," Nathan said in a low voice carrying an unmistakable warning. "Tonight, I protected you and your father's company. But if you act recklessly and bring Jeremy into this marriage, I can destroy Roswell Corp. far more thoroughly than a canceled wedding ever could."

His words were cold, precise, and carefully calculated.

Elina held her breath for a moment, both admiring and remaining wary of the perfectly measured threat before her.

"I understand," she replied immediately. "You don't have to worry about that."

Nathan looked at her for a moment, silently judging the sincerity in her expression.

Then he turned toward the connecting door leading to his private study.

"Change your clothes. There's a set of clean clothes in the wardrobe beside you."

With that, he walked through the adjoining door connecting the bedroom to his study.

The study door closed softly behind him, leaving Elina alone in the unfamiliar room.

She let out a long sigh, finally releasing the composed façade she had maintained all evening.

Walking to the vanity, she slowly removed the pins and fastenings of her wedding gown one by one.

As the silk dress slipped gracefully onto the floor, a faint vibration from the vanity caught her attention.

Her phone lit up.

Her father's name appeared on the screen.

Elina quickly picked it up and answered the call.

"Father."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Elina?"

Xavier Rosswel's anxious voice came through the phone.

His breathing sounded hurried.

"How are you now? Did Nathan take you to the Valmont family home?"

"I'm fine, Father," Elina replied softly.

She sat on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her aching temple.

"I'm in Nathan's room."

"Please be honest with me," Xavier urged, his voice filled with guilt and regret. "What really happened between you and Nathan? Why would he make such an extreme decision? I... I feel like I failed to protect you tonight, Elina."

"Father, listen to me," Elina said firmly, making sure her voice sounded confident enough to reassure him. "This was the best decision we could make. Jeremy started this, and we can't allow Roswell Corp. to be destroyed because of his actions."

"But Nathan isn't an easy man to deal with, Elina," Xavier whispered worriedly. "He's a cold businessman. I'm afraid he's using you."

Elina looked toward the closed door of Nathan's study.

A faint smile appeared on her lips—not one of happiness, but one of quiet acceptance from a woman who had already chosen her path.

"It's alright, Father," she said softly but with certainty. "What matters most is that the wedding went through, our family's reputation has been preserved, and your company has been protected. I can handle everything else from here."