Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The sun streaming in through my window is what wakes me up.The soft heat of the sunlight on my face makes me stir in an attempt to avoid it and when I open my still-bleary eyes, I’m met with the neat look of a smooth ceiling, the soft morning wind tossing my curtains playfully and the golden light of the sun bathing everything in a yellow glow.For a moment, it feels like everything is right with the world.It feels like I just woke up in the room of my dreams, with the sun of my dreams shining in through the window and the soft playful wind of all my daytime musings playing with my curtains.I’m tempted to sigh in satisfaction at the feeling of simply existing, right here and now… but the creeping suspicion making its way up my back doesn’t let me release that sigh.That creeping suspicion makes me sit up and when I look around, my mind brings back all the memories of yesterday, right up until the moment I crawled into this bed and fell asleep, and just like that the sunlight doesn’t

“I… I,”My cheeks are burning up right now and I’m trying to convince myself that is a normal reaction in this kind of situation, but I know it’s not.I shouldn’t be blushing at the table discussion that could determine what my life looks like from now on, but maybe Christian shouldn’t be throwing around statements that make my heart jump into my throat each time he speaks.He just called me his, and he’s called me his before, but right now that statement bears a weight that’s too important for it to be just another casual statement.My mind tracks back and instead of responding to Christian’s actual question, I say something else instead, “I’m not property to be owned. You know that, right, Christian?”I won’t describe what’s between us as obsessive, but this side of him, this side that calls me his and says things like I love you, it scares me and it excites me at the same time.Christian grins before he responds, “Would it be better if I told you I would be yours too? You own me, Ly

Christian's pov.I’m having a child.While Lyra was distracted, I paid attention to every second of the ultrasound. I watched as the gray and white image on the screen moved and changed to reveal something that looked like a little seedling, attached to the wall of Lyra’s womb.My little seedling.I’ve never been the type of person to feel unprepared for anything in my life, yet that’s what I feel right now. Untested. Unprepared.In way over my head, because I have no idea what being a father means. Every other woman I’ve had an affair with has never gotten pregnant because I made sure of it. With Lyra… I don’t know.I don’t know how it just skipped my mind, but it says something that it does.What we have is real, and although I feel unprepared, I’m not going to abandon it either. That resolve settles in my heart and I look at Lyra. She still hasn’t responded to my question, but when it comes to her, I hardly ever feel impatient.She makes me better, even if she doesn’t know it, and I

My father is a stranger to me.Not the friendly kind of stranger, but the kind you know for a better part of your life and yet still find their presence unbearable.I haven’t been to this house in years now, but it’s always been at the back of my mind, lurking like a presence of all that’s evil and wrong with the world.Today I have to step foot back into the house I watched my mother lose herself in, but this time I’m less irritable because I know what it’s for.The surroundings are bland to me, but to anyone else the tall palm trees and silent streets of one of the most luxurious estates would be an astonishing sight.When the car drives in through the grand gates, the feeling I get is one akin to imprisonment.My father’s personal henchman, also known as the mansion’s butler, is waiting at the doors when I get down, and like always there’s a note of disdain in his voice when he speaks, “Your father has been waiting hours for you, Master Storm. There’s a short dinner happening in the

Lyra's pov.Christian’s car is waiting for me at the cemetery when i’m done and for a minute, i hope he’s here waiting for me.For a minute i hope he’s waiting in that car, so i can unload some of the grief in my heart to him, but when i get in and see he’s not i realize how silly it was for me to think he would still be waiting here.I was the one who told him to go handle the ruin that’s probably going on right now because of what happened last night at the fundraiser. I was so angry at him last night, but maybe the trip here was helpful, since right now i’m not as angry as i was before, and now i can understand why Christian might not want to deal with last night as much as i don’t want to too.For me, it was my reputation that was tarnished. For him, it’s the memory of a day he wanted to celebrate his mother. If there’s anyone i should be angry at, then it should be fucking Levi.“Where to Miss Bennett?”The sound of the driver’s voice makes me jump a bit, and i clench my hand ove