บททั้งหมดของ Your brother, my husband : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Naomi’s POVThe room was quiet, Too quiet for the chaos we’d created last night.The first thing I noticed when I stirred awake was that the light had been left on. Typical. I sat up slowly, eyes adjusting, and glanced around the room. There were dresses everywhere—laid out perfectly, with matching jewelry boxes beside each one.I blinked. “What in the bridal showroom…?”There were labels on everything. Coordinated, color-coded, pre-planned.I groaned softly. "Miranda," I whispered to myself. "I’m very sure this is your handwork. You’re probably already thinking of the thumbnail for your vlog: ‘Inside the Bridal Suite: Exclusive Behind-The-Scenes.’"I shook my head, amused and exasperated.Turning to my left, I saw Leah still awake. She wasn’t asleep—just lying there, wide-eyed, with the smallest smile playing at the corner of her lips."You couldn’t sleep either?" I asked softly.She turned her head to me. "I tried. I really did. But it’s happening, Naomi. I’m getting married today.

Leah's POVThe night air was crisp as we pulled into the driveway of the house Alex had surprised me with weeks ago. I still remembered the first time I saw it—how I gasped, how he grinned, how we both just stood there holding each other like the world couldn’t touch us. Tonight, it wasn’t just our house, It was our home. Our forever.My heels clicked softly against the stone pathway as we walked hand in hand to the front door. Every light was already on, casting a golden glow that made the space feel even warmer. Alex opened the door and let me step inside first.The scent of vanilla candles drifted through the air, mixing with something floral I couldn’t place. A gentle instrumental melody played through the house’s built-in speakers, like a private concert just for us. There were rose petals on the floor—white and red, scattered like a path leading us deeper into the house.I turned to him. "You did all this?"He gave me that crooked smirk that made my knees weak. "Well, with a li

Leah’s POVIf someone had told me a year ago that I’d be barefoot, wrapped in a white robe, sipping coconut water from a bamboo straw while my husband grilled seafood under a palm tree, I’d have laughed, in fact, argued about it with everything I had.But here I was—in paradise with Alexander Darlington, my husband, my heart, and the man who never let me forget how deeply I was loved.We had flown to Bora Bora two days after the wedding. Just the two of us. There were no assistants, no schedules, no family group chats interrupting our peace. The water was so clear you could see tiny fish dancing beneath the surface. The villa, our temporary heaven, sat on stilts over the ocean, complete with a private pool, a hammock made for two, and a skylight over the bed.I wasn’t sure if we’d left the bed since we arrived. That's the type of vacation we were having.Okay—we had. But barely.The first two days were a blur of passion. Morning kisses that turned into tangled sheets, breakfast in be

Alex’s POVIf I could bottle up time, I would’ve done it here.In this little paradise where Leah's laughter echoed through marble villas and the ocean whispered secrets meant only for us.Our last morning in the resort was drenched in sunlight. Leah was still sleeping, her hand draped over my chest like a soft reminder that this woman—this beautiful, wild, tender woman was mine.I didn't move, I didn't want to wake her, I just stared at her. Memorizing her features all over again.We had spent the past few days living like time didn't exist. From early morning beach walks to late-night skinny dips, from laughing at badly spoken tourist Italian to slow dances on our balcony in nothing but moonlight.And yes, we made love like the world was ending, everywhere we could think of. The oversized shower. Against the bedroom wall. On the deck lounger under the stars. In the bathtub overflowing with foam.I’d never felt more alive.That afternoon, we went out one last time. The cobbled villa

Miranda’s POVThe smile hadn’t left my face since dinner and after seeing Jalen off.Sitting at the edge of my bed, I replayed the way everyone had reacted when I introduced Jalen as my boyfriend. The shocked silence, the teasing smiles, the protective gazes—and then, acceptance. It wasReal, genuine acceptance. I felt like I could finally breathe, No hiding. No tiptoeing. No shame.And just as I picked up my satin bonnet to wrap my hair, my phone buzzed.Jalen ❤️ Calling…I grinned and tapped the green button. “Hey you.”“I’m home,” he said, his voice smooth like warm honey. “Didn’t want you going to bed without knowing.”My heart melted. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”“I mean, after facing the Darlington royal court, I needed to debrief,” he teased.I giggled, pulling my covers over me. “So? What’s your verdict?”“They’re intense,” he said dramatically. “Like, I felt like I was being x-rayed by Leah and secretly profiled by Naomi. And your dad? Bro looked ready to slap handcu