Semua Bab Off Limits: My Brother's Best Friend : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The weeks leading up to the wedding passed in a gentle whirlwind of love, laughter, and small, meaningful moments that Elena would treasure forever.The backyard had been transformed into their dream venue. String lights crisscrossed overhead like stars brought down to earth. Wildflowers from their own garden and Victoria’s bloomed in elegant arrangements along the aisle. A simple wooden arch stood at the end, draped in soft greenery and white roses, the perfect backdrop for the promises they would make to each other.Leo was in his element. He practiced his ring bearer walk every single day, marching proudly through the living room with Max trotting beside him, a small velvet pillow clutched in his hands. He had insisted on a special “prince suit”, a miniature tuxedo with a tiny crown that Victoria had custom-made for him. Every time he tried it on, he would spin in front of the mirror, declaring himself “the best ring prince ever.”One afternoon, while Leo was napping with Max curl

The morning of the wedding dawned clear and bright, with soft spring sunlight filtering through the windows of their home.Elena woke slowly, heart already racing with a mixture of nerves and pure joy. She lay in bed for a moment, savoring the quiet before the day truly began. Today, she would marry the man who had once broken her heart and then spent years earning it back. Today, they would stand together as a family in front of the people who mattered most.Downstairs, the house was already alive with gentle activity. Her mother and Victoria had arrived early to help with final preparations. Leo’s excited voice carried up the stairs as he ran around in his prince suit, Max trotting happily behind him.“Mama! It’s wedding day! I get to wear my crown!”Elena smiled and got out of bed. She spent the morning getting ready with the women she loved most, her mother, Victoria, and a few close friends. They helped her into her elegant ivory dress, styled her hair in soft waves, and fastened

The first week of married life felt like stepping into a new chapter of a story they had both fought hard to write.Mornings in the house now carried a different kind of magic. Elena would wake to the feeling of Damien’s arm wrapped securely around her waist, his warm breath against her neck, and the distant sound of Leo’s footsteps as he and Max patrolled the hallway like tiny knights on a mission. Some mornings, Damien would pull her closer before the day truly began, their bodies coming together in slow, sleepy lovemaking, quiet gasps and whispered “I love yous” shared in the soft light filtering through the curtains.One such morning, after they had loved each other with unhurried tenderness, Damien rested his forehead against hers, still buried deep inside her as their breathing slowed.“Mrs. Vale,” he murmured, a smile in his voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that.”Elena smiled, tracing her fingers along his jaw. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing

The first few months of married life in the new house unfolded like a carefully tended garden, beautiful, growing stronger with each passing day, but requiring constant care and attention to keep the weeds from taking over. Elena and Damien had settled into a rhythm that felt both exhilarating and profoundly comforting. Mornings began with Leo’s energetic footsteps racing down the hallway, followed by Max’s excited barking and Damien’s low, sleepy laughter as he tried to coax their son back into bed for “just five more minutes.” Most days, the negotiation failed spectacularly, and Leo would launch himself onto their bed like a tiny missile, giggling as Damien pretended to be defeated and tickled him mercilessly.Elena would lie there, watching her husband and son wrestle playfully on the mattress, her heart swelling with a love so deep it sometimes felt overwhelming. Damien, once so emotionally guarded and distant, now laughed freely, got flour in his hair during pancake-making sessi

Elena sat frozen on the edge of the couch at 3:42 a.m., the glow of her phone the only light in the silent living room. The final attachment from the anonymous sender had just downloaded, a thick P*F labeled “CONFIDENTIAL – For Mr. Voss Eyes Only.” Her thumb hovered over the file for a long second before she opened it. The first page was a DNA report dated eleven months ago. Leo’s name at the top. Damien’s name below it. Probability of paternity: 99.9998%. But that wasn’t the part that made her stomach drop. The second document was an internal memo from Damien’s legal team. It detailed Lila’s pregnancy announcement, the timeline matching their final explosive fight years ago, and Damien’s cold, calculated response: "Contain all information regarding the potential second child. Prioritize reconciliation with Elena. Use any necessary resources to monitor Lila and suppress leaks until Elena is fully committed. Leo remains the priority heir." Damien’s own handwritten note at the bottom: