Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

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 m

Kasey’s POV I 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

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, he

"I wish I didn’t," I said in a rough voice. "Wish I didn’t love her that fucking much. Maybe then… maybe it would’ve been easy. Just accept it. Marry Kendra. Live that goddamn lie. Be a miserable son of a bitch with a wife I can’t stand. That’s the life I was supposed to have, right?" Tyler took another drag and blew the smoke towards the ceiling. He studied me with an unreadable expression. "So what are you gonna do now?" he finally asked. "About Kendra." I shouldn’t tell him. I knew I shouldn’t. Kendra’s threats weren’t empty. If she found out I’d told anyone, especially Tyler… that tape would be on William’s desk before I could take my next breath. But the secret was a poison, and it was eating me alive from the inside out. I was so damn tired of carrying it alone. He was my best friend. Or he had been. Maybe just saying it out loud, to another human being, would make the pressure in my skull ease, even for a second. "The baby," I started. I couldn’t look at him. I stared

Landon's POVI crouched behind the rusted dumpster in the alley, my eyes locked on the shadowy figure slipping through the back door of that rundown warehouse.Malcolm Reeves, the slippery fucker, had been playing this cat and mouse game with us for a week now. Tyler and I had tailed him from one shithole to another, dodging his goons and keeping our distance. It was the perfect excuse to stay the hell away from home—from Kendra. Ever since the wedding, I'd only dragged my ass back there once, just to grab a change of clothes and some gear. After that, it was Tyler's place or my old mansion on the outskirts. Anything to avoid facing her, the questions and the bullshit life I'd locked myself into.A week of tracking Malcolm Reeves was a fucking vacation in comparison.Tyler’s shoulder bumped mine as he shifted. "You think we’ll actually get him this time?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving the rusted door across the abandoned lot.I nodded. "Fuck yeah, we will. Last time, if he had