All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

William’s gun arm sagged a little and the fight left him momentarily."Why? If you didn’t like the marriage arrangement, you should’ve said so. I would’ve canceled it. I would've found another way." He told his son.Darren’s lips quirked in a sad, almost apologetic smile. "But then you would have found another woman for me to marry. And I didn’t want that." He released his father’s wrist finally, stepping back but still holding his ground between us. "I wanted a wife who would understand that I would never love her romantically. Who would accept that I would never touch her, but that I would care for her, provide for her and give her a name. Not every woman wants that arrangement. But Kasey… she did. She needed the protection, the name. It worked for both of us."William stared at him hard. "Why would you marry a woman and then not touch her? That doesn’t make any sense, son."Darren straightened his shoulders. He looked at his father, then at me, then at the others in the room."Bec

The blindfold pressed softly against my eyes, shutting out everything except the sound of my own breathing and him. I could feel Landon’s hand wrapped around mine firmly, guiding me forward with careful steps."Landon, where are we going?" I asked, my voice coming out a little shaky. The air smelled like pine and fresh earth, and a light breeze brushed my cheeks. "Just tell me, please."He squeezed my fingers gently. "You’ll see, baby. Just a little farther. Trust me."I did trust him. With everything. But this past week he had been sneaking around, disappearing for hours and whispering on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. My stomach had been in knots the whole time. I kept imagining all kinds of things; maybe a doctor’s appointment he didn’t want me to worry about, or William still threatening him, or something worse.Today, he’d told me to wear the emerald green dress he’d bought me last week and my favorite heels. He’d said we were going somewhere special, but he’d refu

Landon's POVWhere did things go wrong?That question had been stuck in my head for five days straight, playing over and over until it stopped sounding like a question and started sounding like a punishment. Everything had lined up perfectly for once in my life. I had taken back control. I had ended things with Kendra, burned every last piece of leverage she had over me and walked away from that mess for good. Darren wrapped up his divorce from Kasey without any big blowup and the minute she was free, I dropped to one knee and asked her to be my wife.I could still see it. The way her eyes had softened, the way her lips had trembled just a little before she nodded. The way she’d laughed through tears and said yes like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like choosing me had never been a question.So how the hell did I lose her minutes later? How did I go from that moment… to this? We were supposed to start fresh, just the two of us and the baby on the way. How did I end up here wi

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of