All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Leah's POVMontego was different from any place I’d worked before. It was louder in its silence.The people here didn’t brag, but the walls themselves whispered ambition. It buzzed in the elevators, In the way people walked like they had somewhere important to be, even when they didn’t, they carried themselves with class.But even more than that, it had heart.And I knew why, it was very obvious.Naomi.She was warmth wrapped in precision. No-nonsense but kind, She could be speaking softly to her assistant one moment and then handling a multimillion-dollar deal the next and both times, people listened.Working under her wasn’t just a job, It felt... purposeful.---My third week in, I was already finding rhythm. Morning reports, Executive scheduling, Preparing briefings, Reviewing department feedback logs. Naomi never hovered, but she noticed everything. When I sent her my feedback template, she didn’t say much, just nodded, and I caught her using it three days later in a meeting.Th

Alexander's POVThe office was quiet after 9 p.m.Most of the staff had already left, and the janitorial team was beginning their rounds, but I was still seated at the long conference table, papers spread out like a battlefield in front of me. Somewhere in the building, the hum of a vacuum cleaner echoed faintly, but it didn’t distract me.I wasn’t really reading anymore, I was thinking.Thinking about life, about the wedding, about the essence of everything.About how Rachel looked radiant, and how Miles couldn’t stop crying. About Miranda stealing the spotlight in that rose-colored dress and Naomi standing at the edge of the dance floor with a kind of peace I hadn’t seen on her face in years.It should have been just another family event, But something had shifted in me.I felt like an outsider.Not because anyone pushed me away, but because I had no idea what to do with all the emotion around me.They had built something, A legacy, A family, A home, they were happy.And me?I was s

Alexander's POVIf anyone had told me a year ago that I’d willingly share an office with Raymond Darlington—let alone collaborate with him day after day without throwing a chair—I’d have laughed at them so hard.But here we were, two powerful brothers, collaborating together and moving the company forward. If only dad was here, he'd be so proud of us.Raymond sat across from me at the conference table in one of Montego’s new innovation suites, sleeves rolled up, his attention fixed on a stack of performance metrics while I updated the dashboard on the screen. The suite was all clean lines and natural light, designed to inspire clarity. I wasn’t sure about clarity, but the espresso machine was a welcome addition.We had been assigned to lead the new Legacy Growth Initiative—Naomi’s term for expanding the company’s reach beyond distribution into innovation hubs and culinary scholarships.It was personal for her.And now, by extension, personal for us.---"You’re overestimating the re

Alexander's POVToday is Sunday and Sunday mornings used to be sacred.Not for worship, necessarily. But for the rest.For that sacred hush before the world fully woke up. The kind of peace that tasted like black coffee and the low hum of a jazz playlist.But this morning was different.I stood at the edge of the community culinary garden—a project Montego had sponsored as part of the Legacy Initiative—watching a group of interns from our youth program set up folding tables and haul crates of produce.The garden was tucked behind a library on the east end, a modest space brimming with sunflowers, herbs, and late-blooming tomatoes. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but once you stepped in, it buzzed with life.And today, Leah was hosting a workshop.I didn’t even know she ran these.Naomi had mentioned it casually over dinner."You should see her in her element," she said. "She teaches these kids with so much patience you’d think she was born to do it."So I came there, there

Alexander’s POVIt was a quiet night. A crisp breeze swept through the open window of my apartment, carrying with it the scent of rain and fresh earth. The city, dimmed by a fading sunset, felt like it was winding down after a long day. Inside, the glow from the lamp beside the couch painted soft shadows on the walls. And there we were—Leah and I—sitting in that space between something undefined and something real.We’d been working on a project all morning, But as the hours had slipped by, the conversation had faded into a comfortable silence. Leah, focused on her laptop screen, had settled into the couch beside me. Her knee brushed against mine occasionally, as if by accident, but I noticed the subtle shift in the air every time it happened.She wasn’t looking at me, her eyes trained on the screen, but I could feel her proximity, her warmth. And there was something in the way she shifted her posture, the way her breath deepened, as if she was waiting for something—waiting for me