Falling For My Boyfriend's Navy Brother 소설 & 이야기

because it was the truth that I was unwilling to admit. The majority said that Marco and I weren't suitable for each other, that I was too stable, too grounded, to be with an entitled heir like him. I had wanted to prove them all wrong, I had loved Marco, ignored the whispers. I had chosen him, over and over. He forgot birthdays, he forgot special occasions and like always, I defended him, covered him up, and now, as his elder brother's words cut through the air, something cracked within me, and I felt like my world was swinging.

The dream rushed back to me. Those same hands catching me as I fell, those same eyes looking at me with protective warmth. My pulse quickened as he secured the bandage, his fingers lingering against my skin. "There," he said quietly. "Better." But I wasn't better. I was confused, shaken by the unexpected intimacy of the moment and the lingering memory of my dream. This was Nico's brother. So why did his gentle care make my chest feel tight with something that wasn't gratitude? The sound of the elevator arriving broke the spell between us. Salvatore straightened immediately, his expression returning to its usual controlled mask.

Just then, the door of his cabin banged open, revealing an agitated Noah. Noah is very angry after he learned that Esme was seen flirting with Seth Nashville. But when he entered his brother's cabin, he was stunned to see his brother sitting near Esme's feet. That scene made him halt abruptly in his tracks. Noah has never seen his brother care about someone like this. Leo is a very proud man. He would never touch someone's feet unless they are more valuable than his pride. To learn that his brother regard Esme as that valuable person, or may be the only valuable person came out as a shock to him.

His deep blue eyes held her. He grinned and her heart jolted. That damn dazzling smile again. They did something strange to her. Something she both hated and yet desired. She mentally slapped herself back. “Get a grip, Isa! You are married!” “Congratulations. I hear the commissioner just announced Hudson Yards as the next redevelopment area. My little brother surely hit a diamond marrying you, I'm jealous.” He folded his arms, his head tilting. “Say, why don't you come work for me. I will pay you more than you are paid where you are right now.”

His thumb brushed over my knuckles every now and then, and I let him. When we got back to the house, August turned off the ignition and came down from the car. I followed his lead. Together we walked to the front door, and I thought to myself how natural this already felt, walking to the front door of my house with August Reynolds. The guy I'd crushed on for a month before finding out he was going to be my stepbrother. The guy I'd gone on to hate because he disrupted the life I'd led with my mom. Who would have thought?

I had just lost my baby. My marriage had ended. And all I could do was sleep with a stranger? No this was a mistake and I needed to get out of here asap! I slipped out of bed quietly and began gathering my clothes. My head throbbed, still hungover from last night and it made my movements clumsy. I rushed to put on my underwear, then clothes. As I pulled the dress over my head, my heel caught in the fabric. I lost my balance and fell. Oh no!

“Thank you. Here’s to more good fortune coming our way.” “To good fortune!” He echoes enthusiastically before downing the contents of his glass. Seeing him again now after a long while reminds me of how much I’ve missed his company. Eight years in the Navy, and I can say my biggest accomplishment was his friendship, and that’s without mincing words. He became the sibling I never had, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. “Talking about the Navy.” He starts, wiping off his upper lip. “Heard from Beth of late?”

Let me show you how to make Leo see you differently. My thumb hovered over send. But I couldn’t do it. Not when one word from me could ruin everything. After all, I was nothing more than her brother's best friend. The older brother of the man she loved. And that was all I was ever going to be to her.

She’d shoved the first aid kit away, forcing herself to climb the stairs alone, every step burning through her body. That was the night she realized she’d made the biggest mistake of her life. Loving Jace had been her undoing. He’d made her believe in something that never truly existed. The marriage that once felt like a dream had turned into a suffocating trap. Every week ended in a fight. Every reconciliation came with bruises—on her skin, on her heart. Her brother had warned her. He’d told her Jace wasn’t the kind of man who could love anyone selflessly. But she’d been too stubborn, too hopeful. She thought love meant staying, no matter how broken it became.