All Chapters of Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Annalyn’s POV Minutes later, Nolan sat on my lap, flipping through the pages of a sketchbook thick with crayon colors. His voice was animated as he pointed to each image, from lions to rockets to what I assumed was a family portrait. “This is you,” he said, tapping a figure with big brown eyes and long hair in a pink dress. My heart clenched. I hadn’t been here more than a day, but this little boy was already calling me you in his drawings. “Nolan,” I said gently, “these are really good. Where did you learn to draw like this?” He gasped and slapped a tiny hand to his forehead in dramatic disbelief. “Mummy!” he exclaimed, exasperated. “Daddy taught me when I turned two! Don’t you remember?” I blinked, caught between amusement and the uncomfortable weight of pretending. I smiled awkwardly. “Oh. Right. Silly me.” He grinned proudly and turned another page, humming to himself. I was still recovering from that moment when a thought occurred to me. My head snapped around the entire l

Kristoff’s POV Clarissa sat beside me in the car, humming as she scrolled through her phone, legs crossed elegantly beneath her designer dress. She was saying something about wedding caterers, and theme colors.. I couldn’t care less. I was only marrying her for her family’s connections. My mind was still with her. Annalyn. The words still stung, and not because it hurt. Because she had the nerve to speak back to me. Annalyn would never, she’d never ever speak to me that way unless someone is giving her the backbone And that card… that fucking card. Whoever had given her such card, was whom I needed to find. The signature black matte finish, the raised platinum logo at the top… it was the kind of card only elite executives or company heads carried. If only I’d been fast enough and seen the name… That damned girl. She is mine. Annalyn is mine. She couldn’t just disappear for days, with no trace only to reappear at an expensive clothing store with a high-limit corporate card

Annalyn’s POV I had to step up, I couldn’t let Kristoff destroy my new life even before it starts Alex was still standing protectively in front of me, his body rigid with tension, and Kristoff’s glare burned into my skin like acid. But I wasn’t going to let this moment ruin everything I was starting to build. Not now. Not again. I stepped around Alex, smoothed the expression on my face, and extended a hand toward Clarissa. “Hi, I’m Annalyn,” I said calmly. “Nolan’s nanny.” Clarissa blinked, clearly still trying to piece everything together. She hesitated, then took my hand. Her grip was soft, polite, but her eyes searched mine like she was trying to read a different language. I gave her a practiced, easy smile and turned to Kristoff, who was still glaring like I’d poisoned his wine. “Hi,” I said again, sweeter this time, extending my hand. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Annalyn” For a split second, he looked like I’d slapped him. But then he schooled his expression, reach

Alex’s POV For the first time in months, I left the office before dusk. No calls. No boardroom fire to put out. No manufactured excuse to stay buried in work. Just the anticipation of seeing my son. As the city blurred past the windshield, my hands loosened on the steering wheel. The tension in my shoulders didn’t vanish but it shifted. Turned into something quieter. Something old. This used to be routine. Years ago, I would race home like this every evening. Just in time to catch Logan sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bowl of cereal he wasn’t supposed to have before dinner. Trina would be in the kitchen, humming some song off-key, wearing one of my sweatshirts like it belonged to her. A smile touched my mouth and vanished just as fast. Back then, home had a pulse. It smelled like rosemary and apple shampoo. It echoed with laughter and bickering and quiet. Now… home was a muted place. Practical. Quiet by necessity, not by comfort. But Nolan was there. And that was enou

Alex’s POV Lying on my bed, I let out a long, quiet breath. The day had been… full. My arm was still warm where Annalyn had fallen against me. That clumsy stumble, the scent of wine and her shampoo, the way her fingers curled behind my neck… it all replayed in a loop I couldn’t seem to shake. And then, of course, Nanny Flora. I chuckled under my breath, rubbing a hand across my face. Caught like a damn teenager sneaking around the pool after dark. God. The way I practically bolted? Nolan would have laughed his head off if he saw me. I turned to stare at the ceiling. The boy had laughed plenty earlier. The image of him giggling in Annalyn’s arms, throwing foam blocks at me during playtime had made something in my chest squeeze tight. That was the kind of laughter Trina always wanted for him. The kind of moments she used to dream about when we’d lie in bed planning his future. “What’s a beach?” he’d asked earlier today. A beach. I had promised Trina I’d take him to one on his f