Semua Bab One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Carissa's POV However, a week later, when my parents and brother returned, I was shocked by one piece of news. They casually dropped the bombshell that Dylan was going to be staying with us for a while due to some unexpected circumstances. My heart sank, and panic surged through me. “Are you throwing a birthday party and inviting your high school friends?!”My scream made Raihan, my oldest brother, look at me strangely. “What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” he asked, his muscular frame and sharp brown eyes focused on me.“Aren’t you ashamed of your age?!” I blurted out, frustration bubbling over.“What does celebrating a birthday have to do with shame?” Raihan replied casually, unfazed by my outburst. “Besides, I told you about the party last month, right? Even before you came back here.”I felt a mix of disbelief and irritation. How could he be so nonchalant about it? All I could think about was the imminent awkwardness of sharing a house with Dylan while my brother celebrated his b

Standing still, Raihan was also confused by my overly sensitive attitude compared to usual. However, to calm his guests, he smiled. “No, no. You all relax. She won't be angry.” My brother then dragged his friends toward the stage. “Come on, let’s enjoy the party! Let’s sing until morning!” Just a few steps later, Raihan realized something was missing. He turned around and found Dylan standing silently, watching me leave.“Dylan! Come on. What are you doing?” Called out, Dylan finally turned to Raihan. His expression was calm, and his face unreadable. For a moment, Raihan thought he saw a hint of dissatisfaction on Dylan's face, but then his focus shifted as his friend casually replied, “Okay.” “Haah….” A long sigh escaped my lips as I flopped down on the bed. Exhausted from the brief encounter with my brother's high school friends, I decided to rest for a moment in my room. “Don’t you want to be my fiancée anymore? Or… am I no longer on your list of potential husbands?”

Dylan’s POVI looked at Carissa's still face after my demand, a storm of feelings twisted inside me. Her eyes shook—showing fear, rage, and doubt. But I can't give up now. Things had become too messy already and I was too selfish to let her leave."I’m not joking Carissa," I said, my voice soft but strong. "If you want me to keep quiet then you must stop messing with your own emotions.”She gulped, her face white. “You’re really mean…”Maybe I was cruel.But who can stay kind when your heart is always upset by the dark of that girl? Since that night—the one that should not have happened—Carissa was no more just my best friend's small sister. She turned into something much harder. Nearer. More hurtful!And now, when a wedding that was meant to be a simple thing for getting money was totally turned down by her I felt mad. Not only because of the money—but because she made me feel less than.“I’m not asking for you to love me Carissa,” I said softly. “I just want you to be a wife. That’s

Carissa's POVI didn't know how I was still keeping myself together these days. Every step I took in this home felt like walking on pieces of glass, old wounds reopening while new ones formed before the old ones even had a chance to heal.After all the stuff Dylan had done—the threats, the push, the cold looks—and then quickly changing, telling me he’d wait without pushing anything… I felt tired. Mixed up. Shattered.How could I possibly trust his words?I wasn’t any silly girl who would fade at a plain, “I love you.” Not after he made me feel bad. Not after he trapped me and tried to keep me with a gift.But still, as I rested in bed that night, eyes wide and looking at the dark roof above me his words kept running in my mind.“I’ll wait… no pressure. No threats. And no will.”A little bit of me was wishing he really meant it.That morning, I chose to step out of the home. Maybe a little fresh air would help clean my mind. I put on a light coat and took the old notebook that I used f

Carissa's POV It was almost a week since Dylan started to keep his word: to be here with no stress, to care for me without pushing. And for reasons I can’t fully say, I began to feel... calm. Not totally well, but at least I could breathe without the dark marks of past hurts holding me.But that day, a message startled me.From Raihan.[I’m in town. Can we meet for a bit?]I looked at the screen for a bit then I said something.[Where?][Magnolia Park. Five o'clock.]That park, the spot we sat at together, talking about family. Raihan was my sibling, but it often seemed like more than that—he was a close friend. He knew much about my life; especially about Dylan even before things become tricky.I knew, if he wanted to see me now, it must be something big. Just before five, I walked to the park with careful steps. The afternoon wind brought a smell of grass and wet dirt. On the usual bench, I saw him already sitting - tall body, black coat, same known face: calm calculating.“Cariss