All Chapters of In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"What the hell?!"My head and chest throbbed at the same time, pain and panic hitting me all at once. I grabbed my temples, pressing hard as I tried to focus. My vision was blurry, spinning, like I was trapped underwater.My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. 9:00 AM.Shit. I have a flight.Panic shot through me, making me sit up fast. My heart was racing, my breathing unsteady. I pulled the blanket up to my chest, clutching it tightly. My thoughts were all over the place, but then another realization froze me completely.Wait… where am I?I blinked a few times, looking around the room. White curtains swayed from the breeze of an open window. A desk with books stacked neatly. Shelves. Dark gray walls.Familiar, but not mine.This was Clyren’s room.And if I was in his room…My eyes dropped to the bed, and my stomach flipped. I froze, holding the blanket tighter. I wasn’t wearing anything.Goosebumps spread across my skin.I slowly turned my head, and there he was—Clyren, lying on

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. In a few minutes, we will begin our descent into Ninoy Aquino International Airport. The current local time is 9:30 AM, and the weather in Manila is partly cloudy with a temperature of 30 degrees Celsius. Please ensure that your seatbelts are securely fastened, your seatbacks and tray tables are in their full upright positions, and all carry-on items are properly stowed. Cabin crew, please prepare the cabin for landing." I took a deep breath before continuing."On behalf of Haven Airlines and the entire flight crew, we sincerely thank you for choosing to fly with us. It has been a pleasure having you on board, and we hope to welcome you again on your future travels. In Haven, your safety is our priority. Once again, this is your Captain, Sydney Rae Salvador, and welcome back to the Philippines. Have a great day."A soft chuckle beside me made me turn my head. Ynari was smiling, her eyes shining with approval."You're so good, it’s

My flight was delayed. Again.These past few days, it had been the same story—delays, reschedules, cancellations. Always some big reason, some sudden announcement. I’d been stuck at home for three weeks. Three whole weeks. It almost felt like a vacation—except I was rotting inside that house.I sighed, rubbing my temples as I walked through the airport halls. I was exhausted. Ironically, I’d slept well last night, but it felt like I hadn’t rested in days.Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was all the time wasted preparing for flights that never even happened.Either way, I was drained.Instead of waiting around for another update, I left. There was no point in torturing myself. I needed my bed, some peace and quiet, and maybe a cup of hot chocolate—if I could summon the energy to make one.The drive home was uneventful. Just the usual city traffic, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel, patience thinning by the second. I just wanted to get home, to shut everything out for a wh

The house was quiet except for faint footsteps and murmurs from the living room. When I walked in, I immediately saw Renz, Kael, and Justine—they had just arrived too. They all stopped when they saw me. “Syd?” Kael frowned at me. “What happened to you?” I ignored the way they were staring. I knew what they saw—red, swollen eyes, my lashes still damp from tears. I probably looked like hell. “Are you okay?” Kuya Kent asked, stepping closer. I didn’t answer. I just kept walking, my steps steady but firm. “Sydney, what happened?” Justine tried again. I bit the inside of my cheek and tightened my grip on my bag strap. I had no plans of answering. Then— “Sydney.” I froze. It was Clyren’s voice. His tone wasn’t sharp or demanding—it was calm, curious even. But somehow, it made my chest tighten more than the others did. Slowly, I turned and met his gaze. There was something unreadable in his eyes as he looked at my face. “What happened to your eyes?” My lips parted, ready to sp

I woke up with a slight ache in my neck, the kind you get when you sleep too long without meaning to. My eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light slipping through the curtains. The bed felt warmer than usual, like someone had tucked me in not too long ago. I sat up carefully, running my hand through my messy hair. My head felt heavy, but my stomach felt even heavier. I stood up and walked out of the room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. My steps carried me to the kitchen. For some reason, I expected to see him there—maybe because I was so used to it. Seeing him first thing in the morning, either in the kitchen or on the couch, pretending not to notice me. But the kitchen was empty. No Clyren. Even the usual plate and mug he used weren’t there. I stood by the counter for a while, not really sure what I was waiting for. My appetite disappeared before it even had a chance to come. Out of habit, I opened the fridge, but the hunger just wasn’t there anymore. With a long sigh, I shut