Semua Bab FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Bab 81 - Bab 89

Kasey’s POV "What about this one, Kasey?" Darren’s voice was soft beside me. He held up a thicker wedding band and turned it in the light. "It’s a little more substantial. Feels like it could last forever."Forever. The word rattled around my hollowed-out chest. "Sure. Platinum is fine I guess."My voice sounded thin, even to me; like it had traveled a long distance to reach my mouth and lost its strength along the way. Darren just smiled and squeezed my hand. His touch was gentle. Too gentle.I waited for something, anything. A spark. A tightening in my chest. That sudden rush of certainty people talked about, the this is it feeling that was supposed to bloom at moments like this. Instead, there was only a dull calm, a muted acceptance that settled over me like dust.His touch didn’t send a thrill up my arm or make my breath stutter. It didn’t make my heart race or my skin hum. It simply existed"Perfect." He smiled with that warm, inviting smile that didn’t quite reach my core. I s

Landon’s POV I sank lower into the cushioned chair and let my head fall back against the wood paneling behind me, staring up at nothing in particular.The spa had done its job—too well, maybe. My muscles were loose, warm and heavy and my skin still smelled like eucalyptus and something clean and expensive that had no business being on a man like me.Physically, I felt fine. Better than fine, actually. And that almost made it worse, because my head was a fucking war zone, tearing itself apart while the rest of me sat there pretending to be relaxed.The whiskey in front of me was proof of that disconnect. It sat untouched on the table. I’d picked it up a few times, brought it to my lips, taken the smallest sips possible—as if too much of it might strip away whatever thin control I still had left. Like if I drank it properly, everything I’d been holding back would come crashing out at once and I didn’t trust myself enough for that.Two days.In two fucking days I was getting married.Th

Kasey’s POVI sat across from Darren with my knees pressed together and my shoulders stiff, like if I moved too much I might shatter whatever fragile calm had settled in the room.He hadn’t spoken a word since I’d arrived, since I’d sat down, since my heart had climbed into my throat and decided to stay there.He just poured me a drink, gestured for me to sit, and then took the seat opposite me.I twisted the stem of my glass between my fingers, round and round, until my skin felt slick with condensation. My stomach tightened with every second that passed. He was going to say it. I could feel it coming, the moment where he would lift his head, look me in the eye, and drop the bomb that would blow my life apart.The waiting was killing me. I couldn’t take it anymore."The ice has melted," I said quietly gesturing weakly with my glass. "In your drink. It’s just… water now."It was the stupidest thing I could have said. But it worked.His eyes flicked up for a second, like he hadn’t expe

I stood in the middle of the reception hall, my heart pounding like it might jump out of my chest. The place was simple but nice; a rented ballroom in the city with white tablecloths, soft lights hanging from the ceiling, and flowers everywhere. Roses mostly, red and white ones that smelled sweet but not overpowering. It wasn't some grand affair; we'd kept it small on purpose. After all, Darren and I had already signed the papers at the courthouse that morning. No big ceremony, just the legal stuff to make it official. Now, this was just for family and a few friends to eat, chat, and pretend everything was normal.The reception was buzzing with people. Darren's side dominated; his two older brothers, Trent and Marco, stood near the bar, laughing with some cousins. They were big guys with broad shoulders and the kind of presence that screamed mafia.Their dad moved through the crowd like a king, shaking hands. His wife, Serena, stuck close to him, elegant in a deep blue dress, her hai