All Chapters of Falling for my husband's Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He said and flipped into a transparent shirt that clinged to his body.Isa shoved the feeling she was getting aside. She needed to focus on her plans and in order to get it accomplished, she has sealed her heart from accepting any feelings from any man.“You look extremely beautiful. It's unlike you.” Raymond said, staring at her closely.“What do you mean by it's unlike me?” Isa asked, trying to get his point.“No…nothing…nevermind.” He shrugged. He didn't want to go deeply into her dress code since she lost her memory. He feared that if he told her about her old-fashioned dress codes before she lost her memory, she might go back to it.Earlier that day, Isa went out to do some shopping. Back then when she was working out her ass for the company, she had no time for herself. She worked so hard to take the company's identity to the top without realizing that Douglas had his plans to divorce her.Now, she has decided to use his money anyhow that pleased her after all, she worked hard f

Look who Isa met at the door. Her eyes swam in gladness and ran it over Crystal's thin body. Crystal pulled back a little and stormed her gaze all over Isa's body.“Wow.” She exclaimed in a mutter. She has never seen Isa look this hot in a blue lace gown that stopped at her thighs, bearing a bold opening that revealed her back.Isa led her inside the house with a smile and showed her a seat. Crystal became embedded with thoughts. The Isa she knew was styleless. She even had images of Isa wearing shirts in pant trousers replaying in her head or was it just her illusion? Even when she initiates the best shopping mugs to her, Isa would decline over a table heaped with files and documents.“What are you staring at?” Isa asked, noticing the intense gaze from Crystal.“Nothing…just that you changed.” Crystal shrugged with a wave. Isa rose and walked to the fridge. Crystal's gaze followed her. She could be mistaken for a model with her nimble steps, aligning with the unusual twinge between h

Isa stares with open mouth as they arrived at the L-shaped kitchen. It was so enormous that she felt that someone could get lost inside of it. Raymond lifted her and placed her on the kitchen unit. She really wanted to help out but got declined by him.She watched him opening one of the under counters and wished she could see the contents of each pantry and cabinets.She wondered what he was making to be perceiving such a sweet fragrance of mixed spices. She looked at him and admired him. Every movement he took made her throat inch for his food. She even wondered who taught him how to prepare food.“Who taught you how to cook?” Isa asked, breaking the deafening silence. He smiled and tilted his head as if thinking of what to say.“The chief cook did. She was like a mother after my Mom.” Isa was surprised to hear him say he had a Mom.“Is your Mom in this house?” She asked, astounded but he scoffed.“I am just playing my card of safety, you know. I know you won't be doing this if your

“You can't possibly be my son's wife.” The elderly woman yelled at the top of her voice. Isa just stood, dumbstruck. She had no idea that the grumpy old lady standing before her was Douglas's Mom. Nobody ever talked about her so she didn't know what she would look like.Isa gazed at the woman's face. A thick brown, rounded face with one side of her cheek steeped by wrinkles. Seeing her, made the picture of Mrs Rhoda Bennett appear in her head.There seems to be not much difference between them. The woman in front of her could even be worse.The guards and maids trotted into the kitchen on hearing her loud voice. She turned around and faced them.“When did Douglas get married to this thing? This was not the woman he talked to me about.” She asked the guard with a fierce voice, it flowed out like a storm battering across their faces.The guard pinched his beards and threw a pitiful gaze over her shoulders, at Isa. He knew Isa's situation and needed to explain things to Douglas's Mother

Isa picked up her cell phone and dialed the Doctor's number. Her hands went numb as the phone began to ring at the other end. She became a bit infuriated as per him not answering the call.Isa's face twitched with gloom. Why was the Doctor not answering her calls? Was he avoiding her call because of her predicament or what? She called his line again but it only rang and ended. She heaved a sigh and dropped on the bed, staring intensely at the ceiling. Her instincts told her that he might be handling some patients and couldn't answer her call.She was about to ask him if he could give her any other assignment. The one he gave her seemed really tough for her. She didn't have anyone that could help her accomplish them. Not even her husband who was always busy with work and never had her time.At a point, she even wondered what making wishes got to do with her therapy. She needed to figure out a way instead of burying her head in deep thoughts. She rose, walked to her window and peeped