บททั้งหมดของ Kissed My Ex's Brother : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Third Person POVThe morning of Lila and Enzo’s wedding dawned bright and hopeful. The garden venue had been meticulously prepared with rows of white chairs adorned with soft pink roses, a stunning floral arch, and elegant chandeliers hanging from trees for the evening reception. It was a perfect blend of romance and intimacy.Lila stood in the bridal suite, looking radiant in her custom ivory gown with delicate lace sleeves and a flowing train. Since she had lost her parents and grandmother, Elena’s father had proudly taken on the role of walking her down the aisle. As he offered his arm, Lila’s eyes filled with tears.“I wish they could see me today,” she whispered, voice thick.Elena’s father gently patted her hand. “They’re watching, my dear. And they’re incredibly proud. Today, you’re not just gaining a husband — you’re gaining all of us as family.”Elena, standing beside her as maid of honor in a stunning emerald green dress, hugged her best friend tightly. “You look like a drea

Lila’s POVThe private jet touched down smoothly on the familiar runway, and my heart fluttered with a beautiful mix of excitement, nostalgia, and pure contentment. Ten days on that private Greek island with Enzo had been absolute paradise—endless sun-drenched days, turquoise waters, and nights filled with so much passion I could still feel the delicious ache between my thighs. But now we were back. Married. Ready to step into our real life as Mr. and Mrs. Romano.Enzo squeezed my hand tightly as the plane door opened, that signature charming smirk playing on his lips. The same smirk that had made me weak since the day we met. “Ready to go home, Mrs. Romano?” he asked, his voice low and husky, laced with promise.I smiled up at him, leaning into his strong frame. “As long as I’m with you, I’m home anywhere, Mr. Romano.”The drive back to the mansion felt both familiar and brand new. Our mansion now—grand, luxurious, and secured like a fortress, surrounded by beautiful manicured gard

Third Person POVThe early months of Elena’s pregnancy were a beautiful yet turbulent blend of joy, exhaustion, and unexpected challenges. The nausea that had started mildly now struck hardest in the mornings, leaving her drained and irritable. Strange cravings hit at the oddest hours—pickles with chocolate ice cream, spicy mangoes at midnight—and sudden waves of tiredness forced her to nap more often than she liked. Her emotions swung like a pendulum, one moment filled with glowing happiness, the next with tears or sharp frustration.Adrian remained her unwavering rock through it all.One particularly rough evening, after a full day of battling nausea, Elena sat curled on the couch in their mansion, a blanket draped over her legs. Her small bump was just beginning to show, a gentle curve that Adrian couldn’t stop touching. He sat beside her, his large hand gently rubbing slow circles on her lower back.“I feel like a whale already,” Elena muttered, poking at her belly with a dram

Third Person POV Adrian loosened his tie as he drove back from the office, the city lights blurring past the windows. The long meeting had drained him, but the thought of returning home to Elena always brought a smile to his face. She was getting heavier with their child now, and every day he tried to make her feel as loved and comfortable as possible. Her parents were still staying with them, filling the mansion with warmth and constant care.As he turned onto a quieter side street, something small moved near the curb. Adrian slowed the car. Under the streetlight, a tiny golden retriever puppy sat shivering, looking lost and wet from the light drizzle. No collar, no owner in sight. The little thing looked up at him with big, pleading eyes and let out a soft whimper.Adrian’s heart melted instantly. Elena had mentioned wanting a dog one lazy afternoon weeks ago — something soft and warm to cuddle with during the pregnancy days. He pulled over, checked around for any signs of an own

Adrian’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the mansion as we all gathered in the living room. Elena sat on the couch with her hand resting on her growing bump, already five months along and glowing in a way that still stole my breath every single time I looked at her. Her mother sat beside her, gently adjusting a soft shawl around Elena’s shoulders. Her father stood near the window, arms crossed, watching us with quiet pride. Lila was flipping through a tablet filled with venue options, while Enzo leaned against the wall with Max tugging at the end of his shoelace.“Alright,” Lila said, looking up with a bright smile. “We have three outdoor options left. But I think you’re going to fall in love with the third one.”Elena looked at me, a little nervous. “I just want something that feels… us. Not too big. Not too formal.”I walked over and sat on the arm of the couch, resting my hand on the back of her neck. “Whatever makes you happy, baby. I’ll make it happen.”