All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Sneaky Link : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Camille: We were in the airport a few hours later and thankfully (albeit regrettably for Daniel), the entire first class cabin was fully booked so we had to fly business class and for some reason, there was minuscule difference between business class and economy here. I was surprised at first, but then it made sense that most people who could afford to go there on vacation had to be able to afford it. As we walked down the terminal toward the queue, I made a mental note of all the attractive women who were gawking at him. He didn’t seem to notice them though. His entire attention was on me as he told me a funny story of how he’d missed his first flight. His left hand was holding my carryon luggage while his other hand was draped around my waist as he spoke, so it was impossible for anyone staring at him to not see me. I looked at each one with a smug look, telling them what they needed to know with my eyes. ‘That’s right. You can look all you want but he’s mine.’ I was

Camille:My heart threatened to break out of my ribs with how incessantly it was beating. I simply held onto Daniel’s hand, reminding myself like a mantra that it really didn’t matter whether they liked me or not. He had so little value for their opinion and they were well aware of that. I had to silence the doubtful voice that imagined all of that ending up being a lie. The living room was empty when we stepped in, but instead of feeling relief, I felt mild irritation. Why wouldn’t they just show up already so I could get it over with. I sat down next to Daniel on the biggest sofa there, clinging onto him like a second skin. My ears, suddenly as sensitive as a dog’s picked up on every single sound that came out from the house, which wasn’t a lot. There was a bit of whispering, but as much as I piqued my ears to listen, it was unclear. It was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, making me wonder if I’d actually heard anything in the first place. A different middle-aged man who

Camille: “Lucia,” Daniel’s mom cried out, jumping out of her seat to hug her daughter. “Cancel every other appointment we have. My daughter is here!” Lucia surprised me by hugging her back. She looked nervous, a small grateful smile on her face. She looked nothing like the Lucia who didn’t give a sh*t about her parents. Their dad remained seated, but he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Daniel’s mom led her toward the sofa she’d just vacated, tears filling her eyes. Lucia mirrored her look. “My daughter,” Daniel’s dad called, his voice coming out like a croak. He was peering at her from above his glasses, as if he wanted to verify if she was real or if his poor eyesight was deceiving him. While they had their little reunion in front of me, talking over one another, apologizing, making promises and saying stuff that I were too personal and intimate, I couldn’t help but notice Daniel was silent. I found his gaze directed towards the door and I followed it only to