All Chapters of My Fiance's Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Liv’s POVSunlight warmed my cheek before I was fully awake. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just let myself feel it—the soft sheets tangled around my legs, the faint scent of Damon on my skin, and the slow, steady rise of his chest behind me.I smiled before my eyes even opened.Last night replayed in flashes inside my mind. His hands on me. His voice whispering my name. The way he looked at me—like I wasn't just wanted, but cherished. Like I was the only thing he saw.I felt euphoric. Light. Full.Married.I was married to him.The thought made my heart dance inside my chest.I shifted a little, and his arm tightened around my waist instantly, pulling me back into his warmth with a sleepy groan.“Don’t move,” he mumbled against the back of my neck, his lips brushing the skin. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”My smile widened. “Good morning.”“Mm.” He kissed my shoulder lazily. “Best morning of my life.”I turned in his arms, and the moment his eyes met mine, I felt something sweet

Damon’s POVThe moment Liv stepped out of the car, the world felt like it slowed down. Zoey’s voice still echoed in my ears—Mommy!!—so small and bright and full of life. I watched them from my seat, frozen, my heart beating so loudly I could feel the pulse in my throat.She was real.My daughter was real, and she was right there in Liv’s arms.I finally forced myself to breathe and reached forward to kill the engine. My fingers trembled a little as I turned the key. The soft rumble of the car faded until everything felt too quiet. Too sharp. Every sound around me felt clear—the rustle of trees, the distant bark of a dog, Zoey’s giggles as she clung to Liv.I inhaled deeply, then pushed my door open.The air felt different outside. Warmer. Filled with something I wasn’t ready for but had been craving for years. I stepped out slowly, almost afraid that if I moved too fast, the moment would break.Liv stood a few steps ahead, holding Zoey tightly against her chest. Zoey had her little ar

KIMBERLYMarcus didn’t speak.He just sat there—quiet, heavy, breathing like each inhale scraped something raw inside him. The blunt burned slowly between his fingers, the smoke curling up into the dim ceiling like a ghost refusing to leave.I stayed on my knees beside him, my face resting against his shoulder. I could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt. Could feel the little tremors running through him. Could feel how close he was to falling apart, even if he didn’t want me to see it.I lifted my head a little, brushing my cheek against his shoulder.“Marcus,” I whispered, letting his name settle softly between us.He still didn’t turn.But his jaw clenched again.He heard me.He felt me.He just didn’t know how to answer.The waves outside crashed harder. The curtains moved again. The whole room felt like it was breathing with him—slow, heavy, pained.“You’re not alone,” I murmured, sliding my hand down his back. “I’m still here.”My fingers slipped beneath the collar of hi

MARCUSI didn’t think I could breathe.Everything inside me was on fire, a mixture of anger, longing, and a desperate need I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in months. Kimberly was there, so close, warm, alive. Her body pressed against mine in a way that pulled me back from the edge, and yet the heat between us was undeniable.I slid my hands along her sides slowly, almost carefully, letting my fingers trace the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin beneath her clothes. Every touch sent a spark through me I hadn’t felt in a long time, something primal and sharp that made my chest tighten. Her eyes met mine, calm, steady, like she could see right through the storm inside me.“Marcus,” she whispered, her voice low, soft, carrying a command I didn’t question. I could feel her heartbeat beneath my palm, fast and sure. “Breathe. You’re safe.”I wanted to respond, wanted to tell her how much I needed her, how much I had needed this for weeks, for months. But my voice caught in my throa

LIV;The moment Damon’s lips left mine, I felt something shift inside him—something deep and raw, like all the emotions he’d been holding back were finally breaking through. I could see it in his eyes, the way they softened and darkened at the same time, filled with love but also a kind of hunger I hadn’t seen in a long while.My hands were still cupping his face, his breath warm against my mouth. His fingers flexed on my waist, drawing me closer until I could feel every shaky exhale he let out.And then he pulled me back into a kiss.It wasn’t gentle this time. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate in the softest way, the kind of kiss someone gives when they need reassurance, when they need something to hold onto before they fall apart again. His lips moved against mine like he was trying to breathe me in, to calm the storm still twisting inside him.I kissed him back with everything in me. Not rushed. Not forced. Just full—full of the love I had for him, the relief that he was here,