All Chapters of His Brother's Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

~ Lily ~ A relentless pounding in my head felt like a hammer striking my skull, and my body was heavy, sore, and unresponsive. Slowly, I blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains, trying to remember where I was. Fragments of last night crashed into my mind—sipping champagne until I felt lightheaded, Sophia helping me upstairs, the soft hum of the hotel corridor, and… him. A chill ran down my spine as I noticed the tangled sheets. My body felt heavy, aching in every joint. Then it hit me: I was naked. My stomach twisted, and my heart raced. I blinked, trying to make sense of the warm presence beside me. Another naked figure. Panic gripped me, sharp and relentless. I recalled flashes of last night: his lips on mine, the weight of his body against me, the way his hands explored, the heat, the breathless moans that left me trembling… My cheeks flushed as the memories of our intimacy, his kisses, his caresses, the rhythm of our bodies entwined flooded back in vivid,

l Six Years Later ~ Lily ~ "Mom! Mom! Ethan says I can’t wear my princess crown today!" Eva shouted, stomping her little foot across the living room. "Of course, but I can!" Ethan shot back, proudly pointing to his own homemade crown. "You think you’re the princess of the castle? Well, I’m the king, and kings make the rules!" I peeked over the kitchen counter, trying to hold back my laughter at their playful squabble. "What’s all this noise about?" I asked, my voice laced with amusement. "He said I can’t be the princess today!" Eva exclaimed, dramatically pointing at the stuffed castle in the corner. "Because you’re the princess every single day! Today, I get to be king!" Ethan declared, puffing out his chest like it was a royal decree. "Oh really? Then why are you wearing a cape like Superman, Kings don't wear capes?" Eva shot back, a smirk creeping onto her face. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Alright, you two, calm down. You can both wear your crowns. But first, it’s breakf

Julian’s pov Three days had passed since I saw those kids at the park and their faces replayed in my mind. I tried everything to get them out of my head. Work helped for a while, contracts, figures, meetings but the effort felt mechanical. I ran at five in the morning until the streets were empty and my legs hurt, but the girl’s bright smile and the boy’s serious face still wouldn’t leave my mind. Their likeness stuck with me like a tiny splinter. By Thursday, I was pacing in my office. Each coffee Raymond brought grew cold on my desk while I stared at the city, trapped in the same thought. “Sir?” Raymond’s voice pulled me back. “Your ten o’clock with the board is in fifteen minutes.” “Cancel it,” I said without turning. He paused. “Sir, this is the quarterly review.” “I said cancel it.” My voice, sharp. He paused, then stepped out.The door clicked closed and I was left with the silence and the thought I had been avoiding: those children weren’t random. They had the look of