All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

My eyes lit up. "Really? Oh man, I miss them so much. It's been forever since I've seen anyone.""You’re smiling," Darren said quietly."I know," I replied, unable to stop. "I can’t help it."He studied me for a second, like he was trying to memorize that expression."I didn’t realize you missed them this much."I looked down at the gummies in my hand. "You don’t realize a lot of things."The thought of hugging my mom, teasing Tyler, and even dealing with Dad’s overprotectiveness made the whole trip feel worth it. The excitement sat warmly in my chest, pushing away some of the heaviness that had followed me since yesterday. And if Tyler was bringing someone, it had to be Tess since they were official now. I hadn’t seen her in so long it felt ridiculous.We texted. We called. We sent voice notes and stupid videos. But it wasn’t the same as being in the same space, laughing over nothing and reading each other’s faces without words. Tess had always been the person who noticed things bef

Landon's POV I stood in front of the mirror in my room, tugging at the collar of my white dress shirt for what felt like the tenth time. The black suit jacket hung off my shoulders okay, but the left side looked a little bunched up no matter how I shrugged. I grabbed the sleeves and gave them a quick pull, then stared at my reflection like it might fix itself if I glared hard enough.Deep breath, asshole. Just breathe. It’s just an outfit. Just clothes. So why are you acting like this matters so much? Why do you care this much about whether it looks good on you or not?I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair, messing up the careful style I’d just spent twenty minutes on. Better. More… me. Or at least, more like the 'me' I wanted to project. The cold and unaffected me. Not a guy whose gut was churning at the thought of seeing her tonight."Admiring the view?" Tyler’s voice cut through the quiet.I jumped so hard my shoulder hit the mirror frame."Fuck," I muttered under m

"What? Your mom gave... this to me?""Yes. It belonged to her great great grandmother," he smiled. "It’s been passed down for generations. And now it’s yours."Tears pricked the corners of my eyes."I don’t deserve this,"I whispered. "Your mother… she’s so kind to me. She treats me like a daughter already. And I’m lying to her face. Every day. This… this is for her real daughter-in-law. For the woman who actually gives her a grandchild that’s hers. Not for me.""Hey." Darren’s hands came to rest on my shoulders. He turned me gently away from the mirror, forcing me to look at him instead of my guilty reflection. "Look at me, Kasey. You do deserve it. You are giving her a grandchild. You are giving me a child to raise as my own. You are giving us all a family. You are taking on this enormous, scary thing for us. For me. For Ilya. That makes you family. That makes you my wife, in every way that matters in this world." He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "The necklace is yours.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why can’t you go? You’re the one with the keys... and the one who left my gift in the car to begin with."Tyler rolled his eyes. "Don’t be a brat. Just go get it. It’s your gift, after all. Not mine."​"You’re seriously sending me?" I gestured to myself. "A pregnant woman. In her first trimester; the riskiest one by the way, to haul a bulky gift out of your car? A bulky gift you apparently couldn’t carry yourself?"He shrugged, and got on his feet. "You look like you could use some fresh air. Besides, I want to talk to Darren for a minute without you hovering around."I stood too, frowning a little. "Is everything okay? Why do you need to talk to him right now?"Tyler grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just guy stuff. I just want to know the man who married my little sister. Is that a crime?"I laughed and shook my head. "No, it’s a good idea, actually. He’ll like that."I glanced around and spotted Aunt Marcia heading our way. She was waving already,

A deep flush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks. Humiliation. But underneath it, in the way her eyes dropped for a second, there was something else. Shame, yes. But also a flicker of that same heat I’d just watched consume her."I thought you weren’t coming," she whispered, barely looking at me."Yeah," I said quietly. "I thought so too. But here I am.""I’m sorry," she breathed out. "I didn’t know you were herem. I would never have done that if I knew you were...""Don’t." I cut her off. "Don’t apologize for that. It's totally normal to do that once in a while."I let my gaze travel over her, taking in the disheveled hair, the swollen lips, the hand still clenched in the fabric of her dress. "Don’t say it like that." She finally tugged the hem of her dress down, covering herself, though it didn’t hide much. Her hands shook a little. "It’s embarrassing enough without you spelling it out."I reached over slowly and covered one of her hands with mine. She didn’t pull away. "It’s