All Chapters of One night with my brother inlaw : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Liana’s POV(2 days earlier ……)I wasn’t supposed to be here—and definitely not like this. Puffy eyes. Smudged makeup. An expired gym pass and a trail of broken pieces. Matteo should never find out Matteo made sure the world saw a picture-perfect marriage. He didn’t care what happened behind locked doors—as long as no one ever questioned it.”But here I was, sitting cross-legged on cold concrete beside the door of a gym I couldn’t legally enter, pretending like I wasn’t about to lose what little sanity I had left.The early morning air stung my skin, damp with June’s indecision between spring and summer. I kept my head down, hoodie drawn, as if that Could hide the fact that I’d cried like a child in my car for fifteen whole minutes before dragging myself here.Mornings like this, when reality felt like a nightmare, I ran.A nightmare that once felt like a blessing. I would still remember that day I said those wedding vows. It felt like my best decision. But now I don’t even know what

Liana’s POVTen minutes passed. I checked my phone, paced a little. Tried not to feel like a fool.Then I saw him Black joggers. Dark tee. Broad shoulders moving with quiet control. He crossed the street like the world belonged to him. His eyes barely skimmed the area before landing on the gym entrance.I straightened. I had been here since before six, I was too excited to get to the gym. I stood here pretending I wasn’t waiting for anyone.He didn’t glance my way. Not at first. Just kept walking.I stepped closer, heart tapping hard against my ribs. “Hey,” I said, softer than I meant to.His gaze shifted. Slightly surprised. But he said nothing. Just swiped his card and held the door open.I hesitated for a beat, then stepped inside. “Thanks,” I murmured.He didn’t respond. Just walked in behind me.I headed toward the dumbbells at first, hoping movement would calm the buzz in my head. It didn’t.Then I saw him again, not far. He looked lighter today. Less tense. There was a rhythm

Liana’s POVGasping, I felt his hands glide over my breasts, slow, reverent, maddeninngly familiiar. A shiver ran through me as warmth pooled between my thighs, desire pulsing beneath my skin. My hips arched instinctivelly, guided by hands that weren’t truly there.His touch lingered, featherlight. Fingers traced the curve of my breasts, ignitiing sparks in their wake. A moan escaped my lips, soft, involuntary.“Maxwell…” I whispered.I reached for him.But the illusion shattered.Morning light poured through the blinds, cruel and sterile. My fingers closed around empty air. He wasn’t here.Of course he wasn’t.I sat up, heart hammmering, sheets twisted around my legs. My nightgown clung to sweat-damp skin, nipples taut beneath the thin fabric, aching with unfulfillled need. I presssed trembling hands over my chest, willing the desire to passs, but the heat wouldn’t leave.Because last night hadn’t just been a dream. It was a memory. A mistake.One I swore I would bury.I slipped out