Todos os capítulos de Stop Appearing In My Dreams, Brother-In-Law: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

​The walk down to Adrian’s car was an agonizing exercise in silence. Elena walked ahead, her posture stiff, while Adrian lingered a step behind Lisa, his massive presence a constant, warm weight at her back. Every time his shoe scuffed the concrete, Lisa felt a terrifying jolt run straight down her spine. The physical reminders of his touch—the dampness between her thighs and the hypersensitive ache in her breasts—pulsed with every step she took, a silent confession of her sins written directly into her flesh.​Adrian unlocked the car. Elena immediately climbed into the passenger seat, staring straight ahead through the windshield, completely detached. Lisa hesitated at the rear door, her fingers freezing on the handle.​"Get in, Lisa," Adrian murmured from behind her, his voice a low, gravelly vibration close to her ear. It wasn't an order, but the sheer gravity of his tone left no room for argument.​She scrambled into the backseat, pulling the heavy shawl tightly around herself as

The silence that filled the executive suite was heavy, surreal, and completely suffocating.​Lisa stared at her hand, completely paralyzed by the rough warmth of Adrian’s fingers firmly woven through her own right in front of her sister. The diamond promise ring on her middle finger pressed hard against his palm, a secret mark of possession that was no longer a secret. Her mind violently spun, completely unable to digest the sheer absurdity of the reality unfolding before her eyes.​This wasn’t how the world worked. This wasn’t how marriages ended, or how sisters spoke to each other after a betrayal of this magnitude.​"Elena..." Lisa’s voice was barely a choked whisper, her chest heaving as she looked at her sister’s pale, detached face. "You... you're okay with this? How can you be okay with this? I slept with your husband!"​"I'm not ‘okay’ with it, Lisa," Elena said, her voice dropping into a flat, hollow drone that sounded entirely dead. She didn't look at their joined hands. Sh

"Did Ethan touch you?" Adrian growled, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, guttural register that sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through her veins.Lisa’s breath caught in her throat. She stared down at him, her wide, teary eyes swimming with fresh tears as she gripped his wrists tighter, her small fingers digging into his skin.​"Adrian, please... he didn't put it in," she cried out, her voice cracking into a desperate, hurried whisper. She needed to defuse the ticking bomb in front of her before he stormed back to Semi Street. "He... he lost control for a second because I was so emotional and wearing this, but he stopped himself! He didn't force himself inside me. He just... he used my thighs. I swear, Adrian! That's why it's like this. I already forgave him, so please, just let it go. We can mend it as friends, please don't go there."​Adrian didn't break eye contact. His expression didn't soften at her frantic explanation; if anything, his face hardened into a mask of pure

The next morning broke over the city not with clarity, but with a pale, cold fog that clung heavily to the tall windows of the executive suite.​Inside the bedroom, the silence was absolute—thick, heavy, and suffocating.​Lisa woke slowly, her eyelids feeling like lead as she blinked against the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. Her body was thoroughly exhausted, every muscle aching with a deep, lingering soreness that anchored her to the oversized king mattress. Down between her thighs, a tender, sensitive sting pulsed in tandem with her heartbeat, a constant physical reminder of the bathwater, the bruising grips on her hips, and the relentless, possessive tide that had pulled her under last night.​She tried to shift, but a heavy weight anchored her to the bed.​Adrian’s massive arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. His breath was slow, steady, and warm against the nape of her neck, his large hand resting flat over he

​An hour later, Adrian had driven Lisa straight to a private hospital on the quiet side of town. He hadn't asked questions or waited for her to process it; he simply took control, guiding her through the pristine, sterile hallways until she was sitting on an examination table, waiting for the bloodwork and ultrasound results.​The door opened, and a middle-aged nurse stepped into the private room, holding a folder. She smiled warmly at the two of them—taking in the imposing, sharply dressed man standing protectively right beside the young woman sitting on the table, his hand resting heavily on her shoulder.​"Well, the tests are conclusive," the nurse said, looking up from her chart with a cheerful nod. "Congratulations. Your wife is pregnant."‘​Wife…’​The word echoed inside Lisa's head, bouncing off the cold, sterile walls of the clinic like a bell.‘​Wife.’​She went entirely still, staring blankly at the floor as the word twisted in her chest with a sharp, bittersweet ache. She