Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally In Love with My Best Friend’s Brother : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Kiara After offering Santa his fill of my milk and cookies, we settle down to watch "Home Alone" and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." As the night deepens, we change into some warm clothes. Then, Trey prepares hot chocolate, filling thermoses for our Christmas lights adventure. Excitement courses through me as we drive through the illuminated streets, the colorful displays creating a magical atmosphere. As we pull up to the Botanical Garden, I find myself practically bouncing with anticipation. However, I notice a subtle shift in Trey's mood. He seems...nervous. I wonder if he's concerned about whether I'll be satisfied with our plans or if the disappointment from my family being sick is still on his mind. "Is everything okay, Trey?" I ask, my voice filled with genuine concern. "Of course, Cupcake." I can tell he's lying immediately. It tugs at my heart, but I decide to leave it alone, respecting his space. Perhaps there's something on his mind that he's not ready to share,

Trey Dinner service is busy tonight, but nothing we can't handle. To distract myself from the ache of missing Kiara, I throw myself into the chaos of the kitchen, juggling dishes and engaging with guests. "How's your fiancée doing?" Alex asks, expertly plating dishes in an assembly line fashion. "Good. She's in New York right now." A proud grin creeps across my face as I boast about my girl—the love of my life, the one who completes my world. "I finally got around to reading her book. That shit was hot!" he exclaims. "Had to recommend it to a few of my girls." "I know," I say with a smirk. I read both the manuscript she sent me months ago and was the first to receive a hard copy of her book. Even if I weren't her fiancé, I would say it definitely deserves the attention it's getting. I'm sure she'll be receiving some literary awards or something shortly. They give those for smutty novels, right? The rhythmic clattering in the kitchen is interrupted by a sudden comm

Kiara My eyes flutter open to the sterile white walls of a hospital room, the faint hum of machines, and the concerned faces of Luxury and Simon by my side. "W-What happened?" I groan, lifting my arm to notice an IV and a heart rate monitor attached to it. The last thing I remember is attempting to stand up, and then the world plunged into darkness. "You passed out, so we rushed you to the hospital. You really scared the life out of us," Luxury explains, handing me a cup of water. "Here, drink something. They gave you some fluids, but I want to make sure you're okay." I prop myself up a little to take a sip. "Thanks, Luxury. Nobody saw it happen, right?" She shakes her head. "Thankfully, no. It was just us and two of the bookstore staff." How fucking embarrassing. Tears well up in my eyes, escaping in a cascade down my cheeks. "I'm sorry; I don't know what happened," I say, my voice trembling with the weight of sobs. She reaches for my hand, a mix of concern and discom

Trey "What is it, Candice?" I grit out, my patience wearing thin. "T-Trey, it's M-Mom. She's not okay," she says, her voice trembling with hysteria. My stomach plummets as the gravity of her words hits me. "What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean she's not okay?" I leap to my feet, the room suddenly feeling too confined as I pace back and forth. Kiara's concerned eyes follow my movements, but the weight of the news from my sister renders me momentarily speechless. "She was drinking a lot, and we got into this huge argument. I don't really remember what triggered it...Oh yeah, It began with something about you, and then somehow William got dragged into it. Something about him turning her sons against her. I don't know," she begins to ramble, her words a jumbled mess of distress. I clench my fists, trying to contain the surge of emotions. "Get to the point. What. Happened?" I demand, my tone bordering on a snarl. I turn on the speaker so Kiara can hear the unf

Kiara I enter the hospital room to discover Trey standing silently by Maggie's side, his gaze fixed upon her. He still hasn't slept at all, evident from the stubble shadowing his jawline. It's a rare sight; Trey typically shaves diligently each morning. Despite the dark circles under his eyes and his tousled hair, the stubble oddly suits him. Three days have passed since the accident. Maggie remains motionless in the hospital bed, surrounded by an array of monitors and machines. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, synchronized with the steady beeping of the monitor tracking her heartbeat. Multiple scratches mar her face, and stitches line the right side of her forehead. She appears beautiful and serene, as though she's peacefully asleep and could awaken at any given moment. There's still hope she might. The doctor explained she had to undergo brain surgery for an intracranial hemorrhage. But here's the good news: things are looking up. They've successfully stopped the