All Chapters of Billionaire's Darkest Desire: Marrying My Brother-in-law : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The salty breeze whispered around them as Elisse and Matthew walked along the shoreline, their bare feet sinking slightly into the wet sand. Waves lapped at their ankles, but neither of them seemed to mind. Elisse’s fingers were laced with his—her grip warm and light, yet playful. She was swinging their joined hands gently, like a child giddy with disbelief.She laughed under her breath, eyes focused on the sea. “I still can’t believe I kissed you while you were fully awake…”Matthew chuckled, eyes never leaving her. “I was awake, yes… but not ready for how soft your lips were.”Elisse covered her face with her free hand, groaning in embarrassment. “Matthew! Don’t say that, please. I’m trying to pretend that kiss didn’t happen.”“But it did,” he said softly, slowing their steps until they both came to a halt. “And I don’t want to pretend.”Elisse turned to him, cheeks warm, heart pounding.He was smiling at her—not the unsure, guarded smile he used to wear. This one was real. Gentle.

The early morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting golden streaks across the rippling sea. The scent of salt and damp wood clung to Lucian’s clothes as he readied the small boat tied at the dock behind his home.His movements were quiet and practiced—coiling rope, checking the net, securing the engine—routine tasks that helped ground him in this simple life he was starting to love.“Lucian!” a voice called behind him, light and breathy.He turned to see Elisse running barefoot across the sand, her dress fluttering around her legs. Her hair was still damp from a recent shower, and she was holding a small plastic container—his lunch, he assumed.“You’re early,” he said, smiling as she approached.“So are you,” she countered, handing him the container.Lucian chuckled. “I need to catch something today, or we’ll end up having canned sardines for dinner.”“You say that like I wouldn’t still eat with you,” she teased, then her smile softened. “I just came to say goodbye.”Lucian’s eyes

The white walls of the clinic felt too bright, too clean—like they didn’t belong to someone like me. I sat on the cold metal chair, my shirt still damp from being washed, my body aching in places I didn’t even know could ache.The doctor—middle-aged, polite but distant—was flipping through papers with shaking fingers. Maybe it was the silence, or maybe I already knew what was coming. My gut told me this wasn’t going to be a normal check-up.“Mr. Dawson,” he finally said, his voice low, careful.I didn’t respond. Just stared at him.He set the papers down. “We ran all the tests twice. There’s... something aggressive in your system. Stage four.” He paused, searching my eyes for any reaction. “It’s cancer. We caught it too late.”I blinked.Just once.Then again.“What are you saying?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.“You have five months to live. Maybe less… maybe a bit more, depending on how your body holds up.”Five months.I leaned back, letting the words settle in. F

Maybe I'm no different from Noel."I hate you..."Those were her last words before she walked away from me.I clenched my jaw as I watched her go. Her steps were fast, firm—but I could see her hands were shaking. I hurt her. I saw it in her eyes.I threatened her. I told her that if she didn’t leave Elijah and come with me, I’d take everything back—everything that was rightfully mine. The company. The name. Even her. I used the one card I never wanted to pull: the truth that I’m still her legal husband. That I’m still the rightful heir to Dawson.And I hated myself for it.But what else did I have left?I’m dying. I only have five months, and all I wanted—God, all I ever wanted—was her.I’ve lost everything else. My time. My strength. My peace.And now I’ve lost the only person I wanted to come home to.Maybe I’ve become everything I swore I wouldn’t be.Maybe the real damage wasn’t what Noel did to me.Maybe it’s what I did to myself—when I let desperation make decisions my heart nev

I stood still.Just on the other side of the wall—close enough to hear every word, every gasp, every breath—but too far to undo the moment.“…It’s positive.”Farah’s voice was shaky, a mix of disbelief and something else I couldn’t name.I didn’t hear Eloise’s voice right away. Just silence. The kind that screams louder than anything else.Then came the softest sound I’ve ever heard from her—broken and trembling. “It’s Elijah’s.”I closed my eyes.Like a punch to the gut, like the ground was ripped beneath me.I should’ve walked away.I should’ve given them privacy.But I couldn’t. My feet were planted, like this wall was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.Inside, Maren was saying something—comforting her, maybe scolding her too—but all I could focus on was the echo of that name.Elijah.Even now. Even after everything. He still has a part of her I will never have.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe.I thought I could bring her back into my world and everything would