Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Damian POV“So where are we going?” Baron asked, looking longingly at the apartment building we pulled out of.I looked guiltily at them. I knew that they were tired and wanted to rest. But here we are, on the road with no fixed destination yet.The two looked at me, waiting for my decision. I am tired, too, so I mentioned something familiar.“The hotel,” I told them, pertaining to the hotel’s branch in this city.“Olson Hotel? Are you crazy? What if someone tipped your parents that you are here?” Mason asked. His tone was full of incredulity.Even Baron managed to pull the van to a stop before he flashed me with a concerned look.“So?”“Are you even thinking?” Mason added.“I am. Thank you. And while we are at it, my parents can’t do anything about my stay here because this is what Grandpa wants.”Baron and Mason looked dubiously at me.“You are crazy. Don’t you know that?” Mason blurted out. “You traveled more than a thousand miles for a girl. What are you thinking? And may I remi

Gwen POV“What are you doing here?” He asked my two companions without sparing me a glance. It was as if looking at me would cost him his life.I don’t know what his problem was.He was cold. Maybe he was still embarrassed by the family drama I witnessed days ago. Why couldn’t he move on?Luckily, Baron and Mason didn’t take him seriously. Mason locked his head with his arm while Baron knocked his head repeatedly.“We thought you were sleeping. We had been banging at your door for hours, but no answer, and now we found you here with….” Their voices trailed off.Damian shoved the two away, and they released him while he angrily tried to smooth the wrinkles on his shirt. He was not talking, but you could feel from his body’s vibes that he was annoyed.The woman with Damian stepped forward to possessively hold onto his arm, without feeling a modicum of self-consciousness. My eyes followed her hand, and saw the way she possessively held him before turning my head away, but not before mee

Gwen POV“You don't look too happy now. You were a while ago.” Damian commented, cutting through the comfortable silence that initially surrounded.The silence that followed was awkward.I did not say anything, still digesting his words and letting it sink into my head.He was repaying me for what happened. At least that was clearer than my last suspicion: that he wanted me to disappear from his brother's life. Now, at least, I get to make a decision—even if it's not the one I wanted.But I couldn't pretend his answer brought me any happiness. It just left me feeling more uncertain—like my hopes had been misplaced.I was such a fool to think that it was more. I looked into his presence today with his friends to mean more, and his reply made me get back on track.For a while, I got lost in there.But his response pulled me back.There really was no point in dwelling on something that was not there.How should I put it? Too much expectation leads to disappointment.His eyes squinted, an

Gwen POVThe first time I walked inside the Daily News Agency, I was astounded to find a very cozy but classy ambiance. At the well-lit lobby, I was greeted by two security officers. I stated my business, and they directed me to the receptionist to state my concern.The receptionist smiled when I told her my name.“Mrs. Lucerne has instructed me to assist you when you arrive, but she…” She trailed off when she looked at her watch.“.... said to expect you at ten.”I smiled awkwardly. “I know. I am a bit early….” I said, though in my head I really could not believe my luck. “I just wanted to orient myself in the place.”She nodded. “I am sure, Mrs. Lucerne will appreciate your enthusiasm.”“Uhm. Why?” I asked, my curiosity was taking over my excitement.I really felt that everything that was happening right now was too surreal. And that, at any moment, I would wake up and realize that this was just part of a dream.“Well, the industry is very fast-paced. News changes so fast around he

Gwen POV“Gwen, where is my coffee?” I wiped the sweat off my forehead, panting heavily as I composed my breathing to normalcy.“Here,” I told Monique, one of our reporters, before handing her the venti cup with the logo of an international coffee shop.She stretched out a hand without looking in my direction, expecting me to place her fingers around the cup so it wouldn’t fall. Her eyes were focused on the monitor screen of her computer when she took her first sip.I waited for a thank you, but there was none.I just shrugged and stepped back.“Gwen,” Nick, our news editor, called.I walked to his desk briskly. In the newsroom, the energy sizzled with urgency. Everyone seemed to be busy all at once. And if you move slowly, you are going to be an exception. You have to move with everyone around you.When I reached Nick’s desk, he handed me a sheaf of papers with the instruction. “Bring this to Mrs. Lucerne’s office.”Even before I closed my hand on the sheaf of papers, the news editor