All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Make sure this stays between us. Not a word to the clinic staff and absolutely nothing to her." "It’s handled as a confidential, off-book addition to the standard prenatal screening. The report will come to me, and I will deliver it solely to you. Discretion is part of the service you paid for." He placed the vial in a small biohazard bag. "You understand the test is highly accurate. It will establish paternity with over 99.9% certainty." "I know what it does." I rubbed a hand over my jaw, where Tyler’s punch still ached deep in the bone. "Just… make it fast." He gave me a long, assessing look. "May I ask… if you have doubts, why now? She’s halfway through the pregnancy." "That’s not your business." Dr. Evans’ face was unreadable. "I see. Well, the results will bring clarity. For what it’s worth, the ultrasound was perfectly normal. It’s a healthy fetus." Fetus. Not your child. He was careful with his words. The doorknob turned. Dr. Evans smoothly slipped the biohazard bag into

The color drained from her face. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. I saw the hurt in her eyes and a pang of guilt hit me but I swallowed it down. I’d gone too far. I knew it the second the words left my mouth. She’d been stressed, trying to hold everything together for the past few days and I’d just aimed for the jugular. I didn’t trust my mouth. If I stayed, I’d either make it worse or say something I couldn’t undo. So I turned, grabbed the door, and yanked it open harder than I needed to. The cool evening air hit me full in the face. It should’ve felt like relief. It didn’t. A black sedan was waiting at the curb. The driver opened the door for me and I slid onto the smooth leather seat. "Good evening, Miss Starling," he said with a tight smile as he shut the door. "Good evening," I answered quietly as he got into his seat and pulled away. The city lights smeared into dull streaks beyond the tinted window. I let my head fall back and shut my eyes, forcing myself to pictur

A curse died on my lips as his hands locked onto my hips, his grip hard enough to leave marks. In a quick motion, he spun me and hauled me back against him. There was no space left between us; just the heat of his chest against my spine and the unmistakable pressure of him against me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I shouted, wriggling hard against him, twisting my hips side to side to break free. But every move just rubbed me deeper into his crotch sending unwanted jolts up my spine. "You've been telling me 'fuck you' for the last five minutes," he growled low in my ear. His free hand slid up my side possessively. "So I'm just making your dream comes true, baby girl." "I was cursing you out, you idiot! It’s a figure of speech!" I shoved against his arm, but he didn’t budge. He felt like iron. Landon chuckled. "Tell that to my dick," he murmured in a low rumble I felt in my bones. "He took you very literally." As if to drive it home, he rolled his hips forward

Landon’s POV My eyes scanned the paper before me in pure disbelief, moving over the printed lines again and again as if the words might rearrange themselves into something kinder. They didn’t. They stayed right where they were Probability of paternity: 0%. Paternity Exclusion: 99.99%. I was not the father of Kendra’s baby. Relief slammed into my chest and loosened the knot that had been twisting me up for weeks. I should have been raging. Kendra had lied straight to my face, tried to trap me with a pregnancy that wasn't mine, forcing this sham wedding down my throat. I was supposed to feel fury, betrayal, the kind of shit that makes a man see red. But all I felt was this sweet, unburdened freedom washing over me. I made a mental note to hit up Dr. Evans later and thank him properly. Hell, maybe send him a bonus check for doing this fast and discreetly. He didn't know it yet but he had just saved my life. I slipped the envelope back into my jacket pocket just as the door swung op

it took my brain a second to understand what I was seeing. A bathroom. The fancy, marble bathroom I knew very well. The camera angle was from behind, through a slightly open door. It showed a man with his back to the camera, pants around his thighs, driving into a woman bent over the sink. Her hands were splayed on the marble and her head bowed. The image was grainy but I knew. I knew the curve of that ass. The way her back arched. The dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders. Kasey. And the man… it was me. My back, my shoulders. The tattoo on my shoulder blade was just a dark smudge, but it was there. The video had no sound, but the frantic, rhythmic movement said everything. My mouth went dry. I almost breathed a sigh of relief that our faces weren’t visible. But then Kasey lifted her head, just for a second and her eyes met the mirror in front of her. The camera caught the reflection. It was blurred, but recognizable. Her face flushed, her mouth open and behind he