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Chapter 87: New Beginnings.
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One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 123: You're mine and so is the child in you.
Christian Storm is a terrifyingly good cook.I pull back the chair and watch as he plates all he’s cooked onto the table. When i made dinner the other day, it was clear my aim was to impress him.No woman spends hours in the kitchen making food for a man she doesn’t like. And i spent hours in there that day… i spent enough hours that now i wonder if i should ask Christian how many hours spent making this.Maybe that will give me a better idea of what’s in his mind, because when i heard him say the words “my child”, my heart skipped in a way that’s unhealthy.I felt my breath cease for a moment and refuse to come back even when i wanted it to.Even now, sitting at this table and watching him plate food for me, my chest is tighter than it has any right to be this early in the morning.”Aren’t we both late for work?”I ask the question in an attempt not to seem nervous but the tone of my voice betrays me anyway. I sound like i’m about to be executed instead of being served breakfast.The
One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 122: Speaking of children...
The sun streaming in through my window is what wakes me up.The soft heat of the sunlight on my face makes me stir in an attempt to avoid it and when i open my still bleary eyes, i’m met with the neat look of a smooth ceiling, the soft morning wind tossing my curtains playfully and the golden light of the sun bathing everything in a yellow glow.For a moment, it feels like everything is right with the world.It feels like i just woke up in the room of my dreams, with the sun of my dreams shining in through the window and the soft playful wind of all my daytime musings playing with my curtains. I’m tempted to sigh in satisfaction at the feeling of simply existing, right here and now… but the creeping suspicion making it’s way up my back doesn’t let me release that sigh.That creeping suspicion makes me sit up and when i look around, my mind brings back all the memories of yesterday, right up until the moment i crawled into this bed and fell asleep, and just like that the sunlight does
One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 121: The silence.
The silence hangs between us and the longer it holds, the harder I can feel my heart pounding rapidly in my chest.I never planned to say this. I never planned to even mention this to him at all, if I could have helped it after what happened tonight, I would have run away. I would have gone far away and Christian would never hear from me, or know about this child.But now that it's come to this, I.... I have to.My heart wants to believe everything Christian says. I want to believe it too bad, but there's a pain lodged in my heart that makes it too hard for me to take anything that;s coming into it right now, and I know.... I know there's no other way for me to see through the sincerity of Christian's words than this.This truth I have had to keep hidden from him, not knowing what I would do about it myself but still knowing that the last thing I can do is tell him about it, this is the thing I need to see if Christian's words to me means anything or not.Christian speaks and my h
One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 120: I love you, Lyra. That's not going to change.
What the hell is he saying?“Am I the one who decides if I want you, or are you the one that decides if you want me, Christian? Each time I step away, it’s because I’m reminded of how much I have to lose compared to you, and tonight just made that clear, didn’t it?”Christian’s jaw is set into a hard line, but I turn away, chest heaving and eyes blurring with tears. Estel. Estel is still in the apartment, and I can’t deal with this right now. “Estel needs me,” I say.I’m shaking inside, but I try to make my voice as stable as I can. “She’s been crying her eyes out for hours, and she matters to me. Tonight isn’t about me or you. At least not anymore.”Christian doesn’t budge. His stare doesn’t waver, and his voice is hard as stone as he responds, “You can’t keep running away and blaming me, Lyra. You’re going to listen to what I have to say.”I almost scream at him in response. “Why should I? Why should I listen to anything else you have to say after what happened tonight?”The respons
One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 119: Please.
The knock at the door doesn’t stop.I’m standing frozen in the middle of the living room, and the sound hammers against my skull the louder the knocking becomes.Estel still sits curled on my couch, her face swollen from hours of crying. Her hair is a dark, messy halo around her shoulders, and she sniffles as her eyes dart between me and the door as though waiting for me to decide.I don’t want to decide.I know I haven’t told her about what happened to me today, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.My mind tingles with pain at the possibility that whoever is at the door could be someone from tonight, and Estel sees the hesitation because I can’t hide it.I hear some understanding in her tone as she suggests, “Maybe they’ll leave if you don’t answer.”Estel’s voice is hoarse, no stronger than a whisper. Yet even at that, I still desperately want to agree with what she’s just said.I should just ignore this lunatic knocking without stop at the door, but… but I know better.The sound
One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother. Chapter 118: Consolation and exposed secrets.
I pull Estel into my arms immediately, and the moment I do, I see Estel Highrise break. That’s all it takes for me to start crying afresh again as Estel holds so tightly to me I’m scared she’ll break if I let her go.I lead her into the apartment as she sobs bitterly, and we sink onto the couch, her face buried in my shoulder, her hands wrapped around my waist like it’s the only anchor keeping her afloat.Hours seem to pass as Estel cries. She sounds broken and inconsolable, and I stroke her hair, whispering anything, anything soft or soothing, because I’m scared of how hard she’s been crying and I desperately want it to stop.When Estel’s sobs finally begin to ease, she pulls back, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Her voice trembles when she speaks, “I can’t… I can’t do it anymore, Lyra.I can’t do it… but I still do.”My voice is soft and steady as I ask, “Do what, Estel?”Estel’s eyes fill with tears again, and she swallows hard, her gaze falling to the floor as she responds, “I can’t
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