Todos los capítulos de Your brother, my husband : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Racheal's Pov The door was already open when we pulled into Naomi’s driveway. That should’ve been my first clue but as usual, I was clueless again.Miles parked slowly, glancing at me from the corner of his eye like he was hiding something behind his smile.“You coming?” he asked, already reaching for the passenger door.I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you look like a man with lots of secrets?”“Because I am. In this journey together, I promise to always surprise you every chance I get.”He held out his hand. I took it, Of course I would take it, it is my man's hand.The moment we stepped inside, a hundred soft lights blinked to life — fairy bulbs strung around the living room, candles flickering on the mantle, the scent of Naomi’s lemon-rosemary roast wafting through the air like a memory I hadn’t made yet.And then… the voices.“SURPRISE!”I blinked. My heart hiccupped, it was as if it wanted to jump out of my body.Naomi stepped forward, Miranda bouncing at her side, and Raymond just

Rachel’s POVI woke up and saw Miles in his birthday suit just standing there, his body wet, looks like he just came out of the shower.“What the hell,” I shouted and covered my eyes with the back of my hands.Immediately, he ran to get the towel. “I'm sorry, I thought you were still asleep and I forgot to grab the towel before entering the shower.” “It is okay, I'd just go into the bathroom also. I ran into the bathroom feeling shy. Once I was alone inside, the image of his manhood flashed back to my memory and I started imagining different things that were unholy.He was really endowed, and gosh, I can't wait to have him but then it will happen soon. I just need to be patient for just a few more days.I had my bath, went out and pretended nothing happened this morning. He dropped me off at Naomi's place.If there was ever a moment when it all started to feel real, it was when I got to her house and Naomi handed me a checklist titled "Final Countdown to Mrs." in bold, glittery handw

Rachel’s POVWe slipped away quietly. I was getting impatient to be with my husband.After the cake had been cut, the last dance swayed under the fairy lights, and Miranda had fallen asleep on Naomi’s shoulder with icing on her cheek, Miles reached for my hand."Let’s go," he whispered.I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second.The ride to the lake cabin was quiet, filled with lingering glances and the occasional brush of his fingers against mine. Every time he looked at me, something unspoken passed between us. This wasn’t just about the night ahead. This was the beginning of forever.We arrived just before midnight. The cabin stood hidden among tall trees, wrapped in silence and stars. It was warm and rustic, with wide windows that looked out onto the still lake. The kind of place you could hide in for weeks.As soon as we stepped inside, Miles shut the door behind us and turned to me."You're my wife now," he said, voice barely above a whisper.Those four words undid me.I stood s

Rachel’s POVLeaving Naomi’s house felt like closing a warm chapter. After the wedding, the honeymoon, and the glowing return home, it would have been easy to stay wrapped in the comfort of her walls, the laughter of Miranda echoing down the halls, and the steady reassurance of Raymond always being within reach. But Miles and I both knew it was time.Time to go home, Our home, we need to build our home.uI stood at the edge of Naomi’s driveway, the same one I’d walked up countless times in fear, confusion, and sadness. Today, I stood beside my husband, a car full of our things, and a heart full of something different.Hope.Miles carried the last bag into the trunk while Naomi balanced Aurora on one hip. The baby blinked sleepily up at me, her chubby hand reaching for a strand of my hair."She’s going to miss you," Naomi said softly.I leaned in and kissed Aurora’s forehead. "I’m going to miss her more."Miranda came bounding out the front door in her mismatched socks and oversized t-

Naomi’s POVThe hum of the Montego building was different now, it's been years since I stepped foot here.It wasn’t the rushed frenzy it used to be, the pressure cooker it had become before everything crumbled. It was quieter now, More deliberate. Like everyone had taken a deep breath and exhaled a little bit of the old chaos. People greeted each other in the hallways. Interns no longer scrambled like mice. There was music playing softly in the reception area now—a subtle change, but it felt intentional. Healing.I walked through the glass doors that morning with a calm I hadn’t felt in years. My heels clicked lightly across the marble floor as I greeted familiar faces—some surprised to see me back, others offering warm, relieved smiles.This time, I wasn’t returning as the fragile sister picking up her life.I was back as Naomi Darlington, Partner. Leader, Builder, wife."Welcome back, Mrs. Darlington," the receptionist said with a grin."It’s good to be back," I replied honestly.