บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Annalyn’s POV “And the King and Queen lived happily ever after.” The last word left my lips like a lullaby. Nolan had already drifted off, his eyelids fluttering gently, his breathing soft and even. I closed the book with a quiet thud and placed it back on the nightstand. Leaning forward, I brushed a gentle kiss against his forehead and swept a stray curl from his face. “Goodnight, baby,” I whispered. The room was cloaked in warmth, dimmed by the soft glow of the nightlight. I turned it off, leaving the door slightly ajar as I stepped into the hallway. I paused by Alex’s door. My hand hovered near it, uncertain. Something tugged at me, the kind of pull that refused to be ignored. Once. Twice. Three times, I knocked. No response. “Hello?” I called softly, twisting the knob. It gave way easily but the room was empty. The bed still untouched. I stepped in cautiously, Deja vu hit me the moment I stepped in.. but I shook my head and my brows furrowing as the faint scent of his c

Alex’s POV “Alex?” I raised my head to the sound of my name. Clarissa stood just a few feet away, her sundress flaring in the sea breeze. Right beside her was that no good son of a bitch, Kristoff. Before I could react, Nolan let out a cheerful squeal. “Aunt Clarissa!” He ran toward her, arms wide. She scooped him up and twirled him around with a delighted laugh. I smiled faintly, though the weight of Kristoff’s presence was already pressing against my chest. My eyes briefly found Annalyn’s. Her expression matched mine, tense, confused, uneasy. Clarissa finally set Nolan down and, without warning, threw her arms around me. I returned the hug stiffly. Her perfume stung my nose more than it comforted. As soon as she pulled back, Kristoff stepped forward with that same smug, boyish grin, the kind that had Clarissa swooning over him and always made my skin crawl. He offered his hand. I hesitated for a moment before I took it, gripping it firmly with no expression to show. “Good to

Annalyn’s POV “Sleep, my love, the moon is high, Angels watch you from the sky…” I sang softly, almost to myself, the lullaby my mum would sing to me,I’d began dining it for Nolan and now he would always demand I sing it every night even before reading him bad night stories. My fingers combed gently through his tangle free curls, following the rhythm of the tune that had long since left my heart but lingered on my lips. The melody drifted into the dimly lit room like a whisper… sweet, slow, and aching. But my mind was drifting, spiraling even. “Come on, Alex. It’s just for one night, you know? Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just you, me, Annalyn and Kristoff” Clarissa’s voice echoed in my head like an irritating chime I couldn’t shut off. I stood beside Alex wishing he’s stand his ground and say no. “A lot could go wrong, Rissa,” Alex had said. Steady. Stern. “We’re no longer kids.. we’re adults for Christ sakes. There’s a Four years only in this house to cater for. What h

Annalyn’s POVPanic shot through me as I turned, ready to shove him off.To shove that pesky, unwanted and suffocating presence I thought had crept into my bed.But the moment my eyes locked onto his face… my heart faltered.It was the breathtakingly handsome Alex.My breath caught, vision spinning, not entirely sure if it was the drinks or just… him. His face hovered so close, dangerously close, and for a second, the dim light of the room made him glow like some beautiful, impossible illusion. His eyes burned with something dark, possessive… but beneath it, softness lingered.Time slowed.Before I could summon words, his hand slid to my cheek, and suddenly fireworks began to explode in my stomach then his lips crashed onto mine.My world shattered.Heat poured through my veins as his mouth claimed mine with a passionate hunger I’d never known. His lips explored my mouth. Meanwhile his hands weren’t left out. It roamed, reverent, tracing every curve like I was something fragile to

Annalyn’s POV “This place feels more like a burial ground than a fun vacation,” Clarissa muttered, chewing on her toast, legs crossed, one brow arched in amusement.Her voice sliced through the thick, uncomfortable silence at the breakfast table.Alex sat at the head of the table, shoulders tense, gaze sharp as ever. To his right, Nolan was happily shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth, oblivious to the storm brewing between the adults. I sat beside Nolan, forcing a smile at him, gently cutting his sausages and nudging them onto his plate.Across from me sat Kristoff… his jaw clenched so tight I swore his molars would shatter. Every time his fork scraped against the plate, he’d steal a glance at me. No, not a glance. A look that screamed pure, simmering rage. His eyes burned, unblinking, heavy with accusation.Beside him, Clarissa sipped orange juice like she was front-row at the best drama of her life.“Seriously, someone should loosen up before I choke on this toast,” Clarissa add