I Fell to my Brother's best Friend
Eighteen-year-old Eunice secretly loves Denver, her brother Paulo’s best friend. Before he leaves for U.S. medical school, their passion culminates in her losing her virginity; he vows to return and seek Paulo’s blessing.
Scared of Paulo’s reaction and pressured by parents to focus on studies, immature Denver panics and ghosts her, believing distance is best. Years later, hearing of her pregnancy via a friend and getting shut down by Paulo (protecting her secret), he misinterprets it as her moving on and stays away.
Eunice, feeling abandoned, raises son Leo alone in silence.
After ten years, Denver returned, now a pediatrician engaged to another, treats Devon and spots the uncanny resemblance and timeline. Confrontation reveals Devon is his son; misunderstandings unravel.
Denver ends his engagement and pleads for forgiveness . Eunice must choose: reclaim their love or safeguard her heart after a decade of pain from fear and miscommunication.
A tense second-chance romance on the misunderstanding trope, delving into regret, pride, and enduring love.
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Chapter: Last ChapterEunice’s POV A few months had passed since that night in the apartment, since the kiss that cracked open everything I’d tried so hard to keep locked away. Since Denver dropped to one knee (again, properly this time) and asked me to marry him with tears in his eyes and Devon asleep on the couch beside us. Since I said yes, even though my heart was still trembling with the memory of every scar he’d left behind. We told my Mom first. I’ll never forget Mom’s face, how her hands flew to her mouth, eyes instantly glassy, tears spilling over before I even finished speaking. And Paulo? He crossed his arms, tried to look all serious and intimidating… but the second Denver extended his hand, Paulo pulled him into a rough hug instead. “Just don’t screw it up again, man,” Paulo muttered, voice thick. “I’m serious this time. I’ll bury you where no one will find you.” Denver laughed softly, squeezing back. “I won’t. I swear on everything.” Paulo pulled away, eyes narrowed. “You bet
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 22Eunice’s POV“Eunice…”“Where’s Mom? Where’s Devon?” I interrupted the second the silence hit me, no giggles, no footsteps, no familiar chatter echoing through the apartment.“Your mom took him out to grab a few things,” Denver answered quietly. “Paulo asked them to step out before we started talking. He didn’t want our son to see…”He paused, voice dropping even lower.“…the argument. Or the part where your brother beat the crap out of me.”My eyes flicked back to his face. He was still flinching every time his fingers brushed the swelling along his jaw, the split lip still angry and red.I hated seeing him like this.And God help me, a stupid, stubborn part of me felt sorry for him.In all the years Paulo had known Denver, I’d never seen my brother snap like that. Never seen him leave marks this deep.I stood up fast.“Wait here. I’m getting ice.”“Don’t, can we just talk first?” he said quickly, reaching out like he was scared I’d vanish again. “Paulo might lose it even more if we
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 21Eunice’s POV We stayed parked on the side of the road forever. Just breathing in the heavy silence. Engine off. The world outside is frozen. Inside the car? It felt like the air itself was crushing us—every word we hadn’t said piling up until it hurt to inhale. I couldn’t look at Frederick. Not fully. His face was a blank mask at first, every feeling bolted behind doors I didn’t have the key to. But I didn’t need to see his eyes to know. The hurt rolled off him in waves so strong I could almost taste it. And the worst part? I’d caused it. Without meaning to. Without wanting to. “What a small world, right?” His voice came out low, scraped raw, pain bleeding through every syllable. It sliced straight into my chest. “I’m sorry…” The apology slipped out, shaky and small. “I never imagined any of this would happen. I tried to tell you, right after that night. But I was terrified. I was a mess, Frederick. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.” He let out a slow breath, like
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 20Eunice’s POVNo matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus on work.My mind was too full and crowded with everything that had happened yesterday. Every word, every look, every sound kept replaying in my head like a broken record.My patience was thin.I snapped at small problems that normally wouldn’t even bother me.“Whoa, tiger,” Glaiza said, one perfectly arched brow lifting. “The copier didn’t personally offend you, did it?”“It’s possessed,” I muttered, yanking at the jammed paper tray as it owed me money. “Everything’s possessed today.”Without another word, she stood, nudged me aside, and in under ten seconds had the machine humming like nothing had ever happened.“There. Crisis averted.”Her smile faded when she finally looked at me. “Okay… what’s really going on, Eunice? You look like you’re two seconds away from either crying or throwing something through a window.”Her voice, soft, genuinely worried, without judgment or teasing, cracked the dam I’d been holding inside.Hot t
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 19Eunice’s POVMy whole body was trembling as the words exploded out of me like shattered glass.“What right do you even have to run a DNA test behind my back? Without a single word to me?” My voice cracked, sharp and raw, every syllable dripping with ten years of buried rage.Denver’s head bowed low, his broad shoulders slumping like the weight of the world had finally crushed him. “I’m so sorry, Eunice. I know I had no right. None.” His voice came out hoarse, barely above a broken whisper. “But I was drowning. Desperate. I needed to know… needed to know he was mine. That I finally had someone, someone real, who could be mine.”“Yours?” The laugh that ripped from my throat was bitter, ugly, tasting like poison. “After vanishing for a whole decade? No calls, no visits, no nothing, and now you dare call him yours? The audacity, Denver. The absolute nerve.”“Eunice, enough.” Mama’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, calm but unyielding. “Stop dumping it all on him. The truth i
Last Updated: 2026-01-14
Chapter: Chapter 18Devon’s POVI couldn’t tear my eyes away from the PS5 box.It was the coolest thing anyone had ever given me. Ever. Uncle Denver, he said I could call him that, and for some reason, it felt… nice, like he actually wanted me to, handed it to me like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was huge. My hands were already sweating just thinking about holding the controller when we finally set it up.Grnadma was in the kitchen, humming like usual. Every now and then, she peeked out at us with this strange look on her face. Not mad. Not happy. Just… soft. Like she was holding something in and didn’t want it to spill.I didn’t understand it.Uncle Denver kept glancing at me too. Not in a weird way, more like he was afraid I’d disappear if he looked away for too long.We were playing FIFA, me totally demolishing him, obviously, when Grnadma called us over to the dining table.“Dinner’s ready,” she said, but there was something in her voice, more serious than usual.I slid into my usual sea
Last Updated: 2026-01-13
Chapter: Chapter ; She Heard itLucas POV “Oh, come on, dude. Don’t even try to play me,” Jacob said, throwing me that cocky college-era smirk, the one that screamed I’ve cracked the code on Lucas again. “I know exactly why you’re still holding on to her. It’s the heir thing, right? That whole pact you made with your dad before he handed over the company keys.” I didn’t even flinch. Just tipped my beer back, took a slow sip, and shrugged. “Yeah, that was the original plan.” Jacob damn near spat out his drink, laughing like a hyena. “Called it! I know you better than you know yourself, bro.” “Shut. Up,” I hissed, jabbing him in the ribs with my elbow. “You’re being loud as hell. The door’s cracked open, idiot.” He twisted around dramatically to check, then flopped back against the couch. “Chill. Whole floor’s empty. It’s literally just us guys.” “Still,” I muttered, sinking deeper into the cushions. “And what are you even doing crashing my sick day? I’m supposed to be recovering in peace, not getting roasted ab
Last Updated: 2025-12-29
Chapter: Chapter 34: Oh no He didn’t say that, did he? Dalia’s POV “Dalia! I’m here!” I practically jumped out of my seat the moment I spotted Jessie coming toward me. I hurriedly shoved my luggage trolley aside and rushed to meet her. I had just gotten off a long flight from the Philippines, and normally, I would’ve felt utterly exhausted—but today, surprisingly, I didn’t. Maybe it was because my heart felt lighter, freer. For the first time in a while, I could think about myself without guilt or worry. “I missed you!” Jessie pulled me into a tight hug, and I felt all the tension of the flight melt away instantly. “I missed you too,” I whispered back, holding her just as tightly. She then grabbed my trolley without missing a beat. “Let me handle your bags,” she said, practically snatching the handle from my hands. “Hey, don’t get too excited. Your pasalubong won’t disappear,” I teased, nudging her playfully. “Just making sure… wait, did I bring dried mangoes?” she asked with a mischievous grin. “Ten packs,” I replied, unable to
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Chapter 33 : The Admitting Process I sank weakly onto the sofa in our tiny living room, my body finally surrendering now that there was nothing left to do. My legs throbbed, my shoulders ached, and my feet felt like they had walked every street in the barangay twice. After three straight days of running around for the fiesta—cooking, greeting guests, smiling until my cheeks hurt—this was the exact moment exhaustion decided to collect its debt. But it wasn’t the bad kind of tired. It was the kind that made you smile even while your muscles screamed in protest. The kind that came from shared laughter, endless plates of food, and the familiar chaos of family talking over one another. I was exhausted, yes—but deeply, undeniably happy. Because for once, I wasn’t rushing anywhere. I wasn’t performing. I was simply home. “Tired?” I paused and turned my head. Mom was walking toward me, wiping her hands on a dish towel, having just escorted the very last guest out the door. “A little,” I admitted honestly. “But it’s okay.
Last Updated: 2025-12-16
Chapter: Chapter 32: Jealous LucasLucas POVIt’s only been two days since Dalia left to visit her family, but somehow it feels like I’ve been stuck in this waiting game for a lifetime. I miss her—so damn much. The kind of missing that settles in your chest and refuses to leave, no matter how much you distract yourself.We talk all the time, obviously. Calls, texts, and voice notes squeezed in between her family dinners and random errands. But no matter how constant it is, it still doesn’t fix the problem. Because she’s not here. She’s not curled up beside me, not stealing the blanket, not laughing at my bad jokes. And knowing she’s not physically next to me makes my brain spiral like it’s training for the Olympics.It’s not that I don’t trust her. I do. Completely. With my life. With my heart. With my last slice of pizza.It’s just… my stupid instincts.They love dragging me back to the past, replaying worst-case scenarios like a badly edited highlight reel. The kind I’ve already lived through once—fast relationships,
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Chapter 31 : Real Couple? Dalia’s POV That night marked a turning point in-whatever this thing was between Lucas and me. What started as a simple contract‑deal arrangement suddenly turned into something… different. Unexpected. Dangerous. Lucas became more affectionate—clingy, even—and a little possessive. Normally, that should’ve annoyed me.But nope. For some stupid reason, I actually liked it. Maybe even got used to it. Or worse… maybe I really was falling in love with him. Fine. I’ll say it. I’m in love with Lucas. I don’t even know when it happened. One morning I just woke up and realized my heart had already packed its bags and moved into his. I missed him every second, craved his presence like I was going insane without him. It was ridiculous. And honestly? Terrifying. Because, hello—who knows how long this will last? Maybe our feelings have leveled up… but we’re definitely not reading from the same script. “Hey, babe… you look like you teleported to another universe. I’m right here, you k
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter 30: Through the Night Dalia’s POV My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of him underneath. His hands slid to my waist—firm, certain, as if he had already memorized the shape of me in his head long before this moment became real. The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind of kiss that pulls the air out of your lungs and replaces it with heat. I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes until he gently broke the kiss, but only by a breath. Just far enough that I could feel his forehead almost touching mine, his breathing uneven, matching mine. “Say it again,” he whispered. The lights from the city flickered against his face, making his eyes look darker, hungrier. I could feel the intensity rolling off of him, the restrained chaos he’d been carrying all night. “Dalia.” His voice was low, almost rough. “Say it again.” My heart drummed so loudly I was certain he could feel it through my chest. “I like you,” I breathed. “I really like you.” His
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
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