All Chapters of Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Rissa’s POV“Okay… everyone mute yourselves because the sound is echoing!” I said, pushing back my hair as four chaotic faces flashed across my laptop screen.“Girl, YOU unmute us,” Zara snapped, laughing.I groaned and hit the control button.“There. Now talk.”Immediately the screen erupted.“Rissa, is this finally happening?” Liane squealed, practically shaking her phone.Kayla gasped dramatically, her hand on her chest. “Please tell me this is not another false alarm. I already bought two dresses for the last two postponements.”Tessa rolled her eyes. “Kayla, you didn’t buy dresses. You added them to your Pinterest board.”“That’s emotional commitment,” Kayla shot back.I laughed… really laughed. It felt good.“Yes, ladies. It’s happening. No more postponing.”I paused, letting it sink in.“Kristoff and I are finally getting married.”Zara clapped her hands above her head.“Finally! I was beginning to think this was an engagement marathon with no finish line.”“Same!” Tessa added.

Rissa’s POV“I’m here to see Annalyn Smith.”The words felt strange coming out of my mouth. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. Maybe because until a few hours ago, I never imagined I’d willingly walk into a detention facility and ask for Annalyn of all people.The officer sitting behind the reception desk lifted his eyes slowly, like he wasn’t sure he heard me correctly.“And you are…?”I swallowed. “Rissa Quinn.”He nodded, handed me a clipboard. “Fill the visitors’ register.”I took the pen, lowered my head, and started writing. I was halfway through my first name when something caught my eye… Kristoff Quinn written neatly in the space two lines above mine.Two days ago.My fingers froze.When did Kristoff begin to go by the Quinn name?Kristoff had been here… and he never told me? Why would he come here behind my back? Why conceal something this important? My pulse quickened, panic and suspicion knotting together until my vision blurred.Without thinking, I scratched out my name

Kristoff’s POV“Okay baby.. I’d Come..” The line went dead.I pulled my phone from my ear and stared at my screen, blinking once. Then twice. Rissa had cut the call on me. Not ended gently. Not with her usual soft “talk later, okay?” or that half-distracted giggle she used when she was busy.No… she dropped it. On me. Right before I could finish.A small pulse of irritation spread through my chest, but underneath it… something else flickered. Something uneasy.Rissa has never been that cold with me.Not once.Even when i hand up on her and she should be angry, she still begged me, even when she was too tired to talk, even when I snapped at her… she always waited. Always listened. Always tried to smooth things over.But since yesterday… she’d been a little too bright. A little too excited. Her voice too sugary. Her smiles too stiff. She was over the place with wedding talk.I thought she was hands on the plans.. what happened when I left this morning? Had I done anything that changed

Rissa’s POVThe file felt heavier than it should have.Not because of its size — it wasn’t thick — but because my hands started shaking as soon as I looked at it. Like my body already knew what my mind wasn’t ready to accept.I slowly bent down and picked up the papers that had slid from my fingers. The room felt too quiet. Kayla’s living room felt smaller. The air felt thinner.I forced myself to read.Account holder: Kristoff Hale.Account type: Offshore cryptocurrency wallet.Linked accounts: Three shell corporations.Account status: Active.Total estimated value: $10,800,000+My eyes blurred, but I kept reading.Money laundering.Corporate diversion.Internal siphoning of funds from Quinn’s Corp.Transactions disguised as investments, consultancy fees, and international vendor payments.No.No. No. No.This couldn’t be real.My lips parted, but no sound came out.Kayla leaned beside me. “Riss… what is it?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I just handed the file to her.She read.And t

Rissa’s POVThe steering wheel was slick beneath my palms.Sweat.Fear.My own shaking hands.I stayed crouched beside the car, heart hammering so violently I thought it might give me away. I didn’t dare lift my head. I didn’t breathe properly. I barely moved.Every second felt like a year.I replayed the last image over and over in my mind — Kristoff stepping out of the station like he owned the air, like he owned the ground, like he owned everything. Calm. Smooth. Untouchable.The man I was supposed to marry next week.My stomach twisted.Minutes passed. Or maybe it was only seconds. I didn’t know. My sense of time had dissolved into pure panic.Finally, slowly, I lifted my head just enough to peek over the car.He was gone.I stood up carefully, brushing my shaky hands down my dress. My knees felt weak. My legs didn’t feel like they belonged to me anymore.I almost turned around.Almost drove away.But then I thought of Nolan.His sleepy smile.His small hands.The way he clung to