Todos los capítulos de FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Oh God. We were getting robbed. Right there. In broad daylight. My hands shook as I fumbled with the wedding ring on my finger. It felt impossibly tight around my ring finger. Finally, I managed to slip it off and let it drop with a sharp clink into the grubby palm the man held out. My phone followed, then my small purse.Darren hadn’t moved. He sat perfectly still with his eyes on the gaunt man. "You can have the rings," he said, his voice eerily calm. "Take the money and the phones too. But not the watch."The robber’s sneer deepened. "You think this is a negotiation? Give me the fucking watch or we’re gonna have a fucking problem."He yanked a knife from his pocket and flicked it toward Darren. My stomach dropped. I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second wishing I could disappear or at least stop shaking so violently then opened them."Darren," I whispered, panic clawing up my throat. "Just give it to him."He ignored me. "Listen to your girlfriend, pretty boy." The robber who

I slumped back, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. "You idiot," I whispered to the empty room. "You colossal, hormonal, thoughtless idiot."How could I be so careless? Darren trusted me with that secret, and I almost blew it. How could I say his boyfriend's name without confirming whether we were truly alone? And yeah, it could pass for a girl's pet name if you stretched it. But still... what if Ilya pieced it together?I reached for my phone on the side table, thinking about calling my mom. Or maybe someone back home. But what would I say? "Hey, Mom, got robbed at knifepoint, Darren got stabbed, and I passed out from shock. Oh, and the baby's fine." They'd freak out, drive straight here, and make everything worse. No, it was better to keep it quiet and let things settle.I set the phone down and tried to sink back into the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut. Sleep. That was all I wanted.But the door creaked open again, and my eyes snapped wide. Ilya stepped in, closing it be

Tyler went back to rifling through drawers. He was moving fast, like he could feel the clock ticking too. I stayed on the floor, rolling the loose tile over in my hand. It had been cut clean, too clean. Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing. It slipped back into place so seamlessly you’d never notice unless you were already suspicious as hell. She was smart. I had to give her that.I set the tile back in place and stood up, still in my towel. Water dripped from my hair onto my shoulders. "If there’s videos on here, we end this today. I’m done with her games. Done with her living here like she owns the fucking place."Tyler paused, then crouched and dug through the bottom drawer of the nightstand. His fingers hooked around something and he pulled out a charger."Here. Let’s plug it in and see," he said, tossing it to me.I caught it, and the cheap plastic cord tangled in my fingers. I plugged the phone into the wall outlet near the bed and the little red light blinked on. I

The seat belongs to you. It will always belong to you.My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, sparking and frying behind my eyes. This… this wasn’t the script. For years, the only thing I’d seen in my father's eyes was cold disappointment, and a simmering frustration that I was never quite good enough. I’d learned to live with it. Built my fucking armor out of it. And now? Now he was looking at me with a warmth I hadn’t seen since I was a kid, since before I’d fucked up my first real assignment for the club. It was disorienting. It felt like a trap.My mouth went dry. I shook my head, the refusal forming on my tongue automatically. "Dad, I can’t—"He held up a hand before I could get another word out. "Don’t. Don’t say a damn thing yet. Just listen."I clamped my mouth shut, but my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. I’d walked in here ready to get my ass chewed out over Malcolm bleeding out downstairs, ready to hear ho

Kasey’s POV "Look at this one," I said, smiling into the screen. "Darren picked it out himself. He said the duck reminded him of something from his childhood. Isn't it cute?"Maeve's face filled half the screen, her dark hair pulled back in a messy bun, and Tess was on the other side, leaning in close with that big grin of hers. They both leaned forward, cooing like they were already aunties."Oh my God, Kase, that's adorable," Tess said excitedly. "Look at the little feet on it! Darren's got good taste."Maeve nodded, but her eyes narrowed a bit, like she was thinking. "He's been on a mission, huh? You said he took you shopping every day this week?""Yeah," I replied, folding the onesie neatly and setting it aside. I picked up another one and held it up. "We got this too. And don't even get me started on the crib. It's this white wooden one with these rails that convert into a toddler bed later. He's already talking about paint swatches for the nursery. Like, we're measuring walls a