Todos los capítulos de One Night Mistake: My Brother-in-Law, My Lover: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

As much as I hated approaching Charlie and his boyfriend, Dad left me no choice. He's always good at that - leaving someone with no other choice, apart from following his order. "The chairman just arrived and is looking for you," I said, and my voice was barely above a whisper. "Excuse me? Did you say something?" Robert replied on behalf of Charlie. The bastard even stood between us, blocking me from getting closer. I tried to keep my calm on par with annoyance, hatred, and anger while looking them both in the eye, but it was too impossible to do and maintain both. Charlie's new boyfriend is an expert at getting on someone's nerves. Just by hearing his voice, all the blood in my veins is steaming uncontrollably as if they were about to burst out of my skin. I didn’t know where in hell Charlie got this bastard, but he's as much of a bastard as he is. What else could I say? As the old saying goes, "Birds with the same feathers flock together." The two undeniably have the same

"Wait. Did you call him 'bastard'?" I was cut off when Dad yelled before he pushed Mr. Allen away from him and grabbed my neck afterward. His grip deepened under my skin and is about to rip my throat open. I've witnessed Dad getting furious countless times, but today was different. He showed me no remorse. No signs of hesitation. I can see the urge to kill in his eyes. Tears fell from my eyes and my knees weakened, as I could not believe Dad would kill his son to protect an outsider. Someone whom he had just met and had known for months, and was not even related by blood. Why? Why would he go to that extent? I have known a few fathers who love their son more than anyone in the world. Their duties and responsibilities were supposed to protect their family members. A father is typically responsible for meeting the family's basic needs and wants. But why didn’t I get that kind of support from him? I grew up struggling to provide for myself. Dads are supp

Charlie has been released from the police precinct and never looked back. I saw it with my own eyes that he was not even bothered when one of the officers assured him that I might rot in jail for the rest of my life. Attempted murder. That's what they accused me of, especially when they caught me having a deadly weapon behind my leather jacket. Even if they have no proof, I was pointing it to Charlie or showing me holding it. I patiently waited a few more minutes, giving him enough time to change his mind. For once in my life, I even thought he would come back and explain what was going on between him and Robert. Perhaps if he had told me that it was only to prank me or to make sure Dad wasn't feeling suspicious, I would have accepted it. But then again. What else could I say? Once a bastard, always a bastard. Because he already took my virginity, he threw me like a junk of garbage. And what, he is going to take good care of DG Groups? He must be kidding

Ten minutes ago."Boss, about what I heard earlier..." Mr. Allen muttered but stopped halfway through, his voice hesitating over whether he should ask or not."Yes, you heard it right, Mr. Allen," I replied, knowing what he was about to ask. "That bastard lied to us from the beginning. He's the Christoph Miller that we know of.""But how? Why didn’t I know anything about this? Christoph and I. I thought we were close friends..."That's what I thought too. If my memory serves me right, Mr. Allen even boasted to me about how they became much closer after I transferred to a different school.A lot of things happened recently, and I don’t know what to believe or not anymore. I don’t know what's the best thing to do either. Or if I was doing the right thing."Tell me about it. With that being said, I was wondering why you didn't recognize him from the moment you met him at the wedding since you know him better than I do. Don't tell me you didn't do a background check before the company hir

Dad kept yelling and cursing from the other end of the call, expressing his disappointment and annoyance, but I simply ignored all that. I couldn’t stop crying, yet I couldn’t help but smile either.Perhaps this is what people often refer to as “tears of joy”.Finally!Mind you, it wasn’t that difficult to confess everything to the man who loathed our kind. Who could have thought I only needed to fill my body with alcohol to be able to tell Dad I’m gay?I have been yearning and dying to tell him about it, but I couldn’t muster up because I was too scared. However, by consuming just twelve bottles of beer in one night, everything became easier.“Well done, Dominick! Well done. It’s a good start, isn't it?” I convinced myself as I wiped the tears that flooded my face.The next morning, I was forced to wake up when a deafening sound of the fire alarm echoed inside my head nonstop. At first, I thought someone’s unit was on fire or there was an earthquake, but it turned out it was my phone