Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiance's Brother : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

DAMON;An hour later, I took the last sip of the chicken soup she’d made. The warmth filled my chest, though the ache beneath it still lingered. She sat beside me, watching quietly, and then reached for a napkin to wipe the corner of my mouth.I sighed and took it from her. “I’m no longer a kid, Mother.”“I know.” She smiled, her eyes soft. “You’re still my baby boy. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”There was tensed silence for a while as I watched her absentmindedly tracing her fingers along the rim of her cup. I stared back at the finished bowl of soup before me, suddenly realizing how much I've really missed her.It felt like everything went downhill ever since she left. “You still love her, don’t you?”I stared at her. “i never stopped.”The period between the time she opened that front door to this moment still felt like a blur. In my need for her comfort, I'd spilled. Telling her everything. My mother and I had a very close knit relationship, but I'd harbored a--what I

Chapter 64MARCUS;“Stop,” she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. “Stop it.”"Why? Your mom is down there doing everything to make this wedding a success. We have been doing everything possible to ensure everything is in place for the big day. But what if all this is just a fruitless effort?""Can you just stop being so pessimistic? Come on, Marcus, give yourself a break. At least....""Can you not downplay my feelings about this. It's not a joke."She sighed, as she tangled her fingers in my hair. "I know. Just take it easy on yourself. You shouldn't be scared of Damon. Even if he plans to do anything of...that sort, he doesn't really have enough time for that. So relax, and leave the worrying to me."Somehow her voice soothed me a bit. She was staring directly into my eyes, which was fluttering as the sensations of her fingers in my hair was driving me crazy.Her breath brushed across my face as she whispered, "I should be the one most stressed about this wedding, you know?""

CHAPTER 66Olivia;Mr. Kingston ushered us into his office, while Wendy kept throwing worried glances my way as we walked in. The air was cool, almost too calm, and the faint ticking of the wall clock filled the silence between us."You don't look well, Olivia," Wendy finally spoke as we got into the office. "I'm actually kind of nervous and I don't know why." She gave a soft chuckle, though her tone carried unease.I tried to give a reassuring smile, but my heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it. My palms were clammy, and I had to force my fingers not to fidget in front of them.They weren’t going to like this."I’m in love with your son."Wendy blinked in confusion, her lips parting before curling into a warm smile. "Oh, that's great, honey. I’m sure Marcus loves you too."Despite myself, the corner of my lips pulled into a half smile. God, if only it were that simple."No. It’s—""Not Marcus," Mr. Kingston interrupted. His tone was quiet but certain, like a man who alrea

CHAPTER 68Two long, restless days had passed since the confrontation, and now it was the eve of the wedding.The wedding planning was in full swing, the house buzzed with life—florists, decorators, the distant hum of generators— but I had been a frantic mess all day and night. I hadn't heard from Damon. Not even a glimpse of him since I returned to this house. Just this morning, Mr. Kingston summoned me to his office. and he assured me, much to my obvious relief, that the wedding with Marcus was officially nullified, and I shouldn't have to worry about him anymore. However, the wedding still holds. I was so elated, especially when he said the information had been passed to Damon already. I knew this was a huge loss to Marcus. I didn't want to bother about how he was taking it at the moment. I knew how much he wanted this marriage. How much he wanted to secure his position in his father's company. But I wasn't sorry I didn't get to be his ticket to his success. He laid his bed so h

CHAPTER 70OLIVIA My voice broke, the tears finally slipping down. I didn’t bother to wipe them. "And honestly, it’s not fair asking me who I would’ve chosen if Marcus was perfect or not. That doesn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change how I feel about you." My throat burned as I swallowed hard. “It never will.”He said nothing. Just stood there — staring, unreadable, his silence heavier than words. He reached it though, to catch the tear slipping down my cheeks. But then, the quiet still stretched on until I couldn’t take it anymore."Can we just get over this, please?" I said softly, my voice small and tired. "I miss you. I miss us."I blinked, forcing a sad, pouty smile, "I’m sorry, babe," I whispered. "I choose you. And I'll choose you a million times again. I'm sorry for being inconsiderate about your feelings. I really am."His eyes fluttered shut, his jaw working. I hesitated — then reached for him again, carefully, running my trembling fingers along the sides of his stomach.