All Chapters of Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

“Looks like it’s too late for that anyway. You’ve fallen head over heels already.”Christie laughs and gives me a quick peck on the cheek before she makes a move to exit the kitchen. I suddenly begin to feel very lightheaded and nauseous. A small, dull throbbing pulses behind my eyes and I feel like I’m going to be sick. That can’t be good. I’ve not been sick in ages yet suddenly, here I am feeling faint and dizzy. I try to shake it off and focus instead on preparing dinner but the feeling is so persistent, I find myself clinging onto the edge of the counter for support. The aroma, once inviting, now churns my stomach, and I clench my fists, fighting the urge to vomit.“Are you ok,babe?” Christie asks as she walks back toward me, concern etched across her face. She reaches down and squeezes my shoulder. I can hear the worry seeping through her voice. “Hey, breathe. Let me check you.”I nod, trying to calm my nerves, my breathing becoming shallower. Then, without warning, nausea takes

“So what are you saying? You don’t want the baby?” I ask, glaring at him with disdain and heartache.He doesn’t respond and the silence between us stretches for what feels like hours. I watch as he turns his gaze away from me, looking at the floor, then back at me. He reaches toward me, takes both of my hands in his, and holds them tight.The intensity of my emotions causes the tears to well up in my eyes. I blink rapidly in hopes that they will stop, but they only become more uncontrollable. I let out a sob of anguish and drop my face into my hands. When I look up, Liam is watching me with wide, shocked eyes.“Oh, Lily…Come here, please.”He pulls me in towards himself and wraps his strong, comforting arm around me.“You are so important to me, you have become so much more in my life these past months. I need you.”His voice breaks slightly as he continues to rub my back and stroke my head gently.“ Truth is, I guess I want a family someday, but I have not dwelled on it that much. I don’

“You shouldn’t be here sir. This is your last chance before I call security!”Brielle, my receptionist says shakily standing at a distance behind him.He snarls something in a language I don’t understand before turning back to me, his eyes seething with barely contained rage.“It’s alright, Brielle. He’s a friend.”I say slowly stepping around my desk to stand in front of Dean. His eyes are still burning holes in my skull, I can feel it but I keep my gaze on Brielle.“Are you sure sir? I could call security or the police if you want me to.”I force a smile to calm her worries. “No thank you, Brielle. That won’t be necessary.”“Are you certain sir?”“Yes. You can return to your desk now. Thanks.”I watch her leave the room before turning back to Dean. Before I do a full pivot, Dean swings a heavy right punch across my face and my head violently swings to one side. I stumble back, still able to keep my balance. I stay crouched below for a moment, attempting to register the impact of the b

LilyAll of the confidence I had gathered on my way here dissipates as I stand in front of Liam’s office. My hand fumbles with the doorknob as a million and one possible outcomes swirl through my mind. It’s near impossible for my world to crumble any further should he choose to reject me and this baby, which looks like the most likely outcome. If he had changed his mind, he would have reached out already. The dead-end silence between us is more than enough proof of his continued rejection. It can’t get any worse, can it?If there’s a slim chance, even a one in ten thousand chance, that Liam feels for me what I feel for him—which until the pregnancy felt like a certainty—then I’d take it. I’d give it one last try. One last chance to try and talk some sense into him. Blowing a breath through my teeth, I push open the door and step inside.I find him standing behind his desk looking out the window at the city streets below. I stand quietly for a moment watching him as he watches the traf

LiamGoddamnit!My nightmarish week just went from bad to hellish. I sit in the waiting room of the hospital, head in hands as I wait for the doctor to return and give us a report on Lily’s condition. She was knocked out cold by Dean’s shove earlier and bleeding from a wound in the back of her head. I’m out here fearing the worst and hoping for the best. Hoping neither her or the child is seriously harmed. From my little knowledge of medicine from movies and a few books, this looks as bad as it can get.Dean continues to pace around while he waits, looking anxious and tense. His furious groans can be heard as he approaches the receptionist desk with his usual scowl.“Why are they taking forever in there?” He asks angrily, voice filled with anger and frustration.“You’re gonna need to be patient sir. The doctor should be right out any moment now,” the lady at the front desk says calmly, despite the obvious tension that permeates the air. I see her force a smile to her lips to try to ca