All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Gwen POVWithout looking back, I ran fast and hard, not caring whether people were looking oddly at me.All I knew was that I needed to get away as far from Mrs. Betty Olson as possible.Even when I rounded a corner, I could still hear the sound of her voice in my head - unnerving and grating, making me wince inwardly.Nervously, I grabbed the hem of my upper uniform. The need to escape her clutches is paramount for my self-preservation.Betty Olson has a mean, sharp tongue, as I have proven on several occasions. She also did not mince words when she showed her dislike for me.But she was always discreet about it. She would whisper in my ear or say it with a fake smile on her face.Today, she was direct and confrontational.My chest heaves, lungs feel tight, but I continue running away as far away as possible.“Ugh!” I grunted when my shoulder collided with someone, and mumbled a hurried apology.“Gwen, wait!’ Someone called from behind.Refusing to stop, I increased my speed, but th

Gwen POVI stood in front of the mirror, frozen in place as Damian's worried gaze swept my frame from head to foot. It lingered on my face, and his brows furrowed into a frown.I looked back in the mirror to study my reflection, only to gasp in dismay because to anyone it was unmistakable that I cried. My eyelashes were wet when tears clung to my eyes.Panic-stricken, I hastily grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to wipe my face as if they could absorb and dry my tears in a second. I did it anyway. I scrubbed my face with the towel vigorously, hoping it would blot out the evidence, but it only made my eyes and cheeks hurt.I crumpled the paper towel and threw it in the nearest trash bin.When I looked back in the mirror, I found out Damian hadn't moved a muscle. His frame filled the doorway, and he was still staring at me through the mirror.Scrambling for words, I grabbed what's readily available even when it sounded inane to my ears."What are you doing here?" There was a tremor

Gwen POVI opened the door to what was supposed to be mine and Damon’s marital room and felt a hollow in my chest.The minute the door closed on me, I felt as if I was drained of energy. My reserved batteries, which I had used to complete my task for the rest of my shift, had also been depleted after my confrontation with Damian in the car.Now, I feel nothing.I slumped on the bed, my back flat while my feet dangled on the edge, staring morosely at the ceiling. As the days went by, and Damon was not on my side, fear crept up to my chest. I felt like he was slowly slipping away from me.Even Damian’s continued presence at the hotel, pretending to be Damon, confused me. He could have reported Damon missing to the police. He could have told everyone the truth, but why was he trying to cover up Damon’s disappearance?What does Damian hope to achieve?And the restricted area in the basement, why did I suddenly feel that it holds so many secrets? Could it be that Damon was there?So many

Gwen POVI was straining my ears, waiting for some kind of sound out of my room.My ears pressed to the door.It’s been three hours since Damian left the room, and my stomach has been grumbling crazily for about an hour now, but I could not go out because I wanted to avoid him.After what happened in this room, I don’t think I can face Damian again without feeling awkward.This whole thing is a mess.I was a mess right after he left.I kept knuckling my temple for the lapse. I thought it was Damon when I opened my eyes, hovering above me.Relief and happiness suffused my being. I was ecstatic to finally see him.Not only did I miss him, but with his presence, the confusion would finally be cleared.I already planned it in my head. I will tell Damon what happened, how I ended up marrying his brother, and he will fix everything for us.At first, I expected that he would be angry, but Damon was a rational man. He is a problem solver. He always solves my problem for me and makes life a li

Gwen POVI stared at the man in horror. California Senator Fredrick Adams does not look all too powerful while he wields a spoon to tackle the bowl of food in his other hand. The bowl, I presume, contains the dinner Damian cooked for me.“Sorry, can’t resist any food that Knight prepared. He is such a good cook.” He offered it as an excuse for his behavior, but it only added to the growing questions in my head.“Knight?”He seemed to catch himself. He placed the bowl on the table and used the spoon as a wand while he talked.“Damian Olson. That’s his pet name.”I nodded. Everything is making sense.Senator Adams was never a friend of Damon.But then another question surfaced. How did it happen that Damian Olson knew a senator personally when all he did was play with his family’s money?“How did you know Damian?” I asked sharply.He shrugged, turning his gaze toward Baron as if he wanted to corroborate his statement.“Uhm. College. We were classmates in one subject.”He sounded uncerta