All Chapters of Craving the Wrong Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

IsabelEverywhere looked groggy and felt weird as I opened my eyes. White walls stared back at me, and the incessant beeping that has been annoying me for as long as I could remember kept on beeping.Where was I? I looked around the room, and when my eyes landed on the IV drip connected to me, memories came flooding in.My hand instantly reached for my stomach and when I touched it, I yelped in pain. I got shot. Eunice shot me. That was all I could remember.My eyes immediately scanned the room, where was I? Where was Desmond? What happened? I was frantically looking around when my gaze landed on a very familiar head of hair.I drew a breath in and a part of relaxed knowing that at least Desmond was here with me. His facial hair had grown, I could tell he hasn't shaved in a while.“Desmond,” I called out. My throat felt so dry and my voice hoarse, I doubt he even heard me. But then he twitched, and his eyes snapped open the very next second. There were heavy bags under his dark eyes.

IsabelWhen I walked into the room and met the hundreds of people cheering for me, I was overwhelmed with happiness.It's been six months since I was discharged from the hospital, a month since I successfully launched my book, and now on my birthday, I am hosting my first ever book signing event.By the time this was done, I was sure I'd be sprouting a hurting wrist, but I was very sure it would be worth it.My new editor, Hari, walked up to me once I took my seat.“How are you feeling?”“Excited? Nervous? I'm dreading the pain my wrist would be in after this, can't lie.”He smiled and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “You've got this, superstar,” he handed me a mic, “it'll be turned on in 2, for you to give your opening speech.”“What if my voice ends up muffled?”He looked out to the crowd who were taking pictures, some waving their banners, and his smile widened. “I'm sure they'll be elated, they get to hear your voice at all, hang in there, champ. You'll be fine.”Giving me one last sq

Isabel“The dress is beautiful, “ I said as I did a 360 spin in front of the mirror.We landed about 30 minutes ago in the Maldives and our first stop was at a boutique where I changed into one of the most gorgeous floral dresses I'd ever seen. Desmond already had it picked out.“How did you know I'd like this?” I asked Desnond who was looking at me and nodding his head in appreciation.“You are my woman, that should be enough explanation.” My belly fluttered at his response, getting on my tiptoes, I placed a very light kiss on his cheek.“Thank you.”“You don't have to thank me.” He wore the biggest smile on his face, “but you can kiss me a lot though.” “Don't be a tease.”He chuckled and gave me his arm. I quickly Intertwined it with mine and he led us outside, where the new Rolls Royce he purchased a few weeks ago was already waiting for us.“I'm guessing you're leading me to where the actual surprise is? what should I be expecting?”“How did you guess that?’”I rolled my eyes an

DesmondSubconsciously, my hand went to my pockets again where the ring has been in and where my hand has been reaching since the day started. Given Isabel's words yesterday, I didn't want her to accidentally stumble on it and start to feel guilty, so I decided to carry it around.The plan had been to propose after her birthday, I've had this ring for nearly a year now and it was funny now to think about.From the very beginning, even when things were unsure, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Isabel, and when she agreed to my girlfriend proposal, I went ahead and bought the engagement ring because I knew there was no way on Earth I was going to let her go.I searched 5 different stores before I finally decided to have one made from scratch for her, something I was sure she wouldn’t mind looking at every now and then.But ever since I purchased the ring, the timing never felt right and now, it feels like it will never be right.I was not going to let Isabel go,ever, but

Isabel“Has it shown yet??” I asked Desmond, who was keeping his eyes on the three pregnancy tests that I just peed on. He shook his head and I continued my pacing.We had snuck out in the middle of celebrating the wedding and my new engagement because he noticed how worried I was. He drove us to a convenience store and picked out three pregnancy kits for me to use.Now we were back in our hotel room and my mind was running amok.What would I do if it turns out that I'm actually pregnant? I placed my hand on my belly and rubbed it softly. Was I ready to be a mother? To carry a pregnancy to term? “What do you want the answer to be?” He leaned off the counter and faced me, “would you like it if it comes out positive?"“Do you want me to be completely honest?”“Always.”“I'm freaking terrified, Desmond. So very scared, I don't know if I'm ready for this… I really…” my throat began to burn from the unshed tears. “I don't know.”He pulled me in and just held me, quietly. I remained in his