All Chapters of My brother-in-law is my mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alex The bass pounded so hard it felt like my heart had synced with the speakers. I could see Alexis wincing slightly at the chaos of the club. She was so clearly out of her element. The flashing neon lights didn’t help either, painting the discomfort on her face in waves of pink and blue. Her hand found mine in a grip so firm she was holding onto a lifeline.“Are you sure I won’t be spotted here? Imagine the scandal—a married woman sneaking out with her husband’s brother.”I smirked, enjoying the ridiculousness of the scenario. “You seem to forget that Byron and I look identical. If anyone sees us, they’ll think he finally grew a personality and took you out for once. But trust me, no one’s paying attention. It's too dark, and most people here are too drunk to notice.”Her lips twitched in amusement, but the tension in her posture didn’t ease as I led her through the crowd. The flashing lights danced across her face, making her hesitation almost endearing. We reached the bar, and I

Alexis After that very uncomfortable encounter with Byron at the hospital, I was summoned to see the property manager where the fashion store was located. It was sad to use the word "was" for something I used to be very proud of. Thinking about it just made my muscles tense and a feeling of heaviness that wouldn’t leave. I entered the office, and the person in charge attended to me. The proxy manager sat behind a large desk and leaned forward after he had flipped through some paperwork. I sat with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, answering the questions quickly."No one was injured," I said when he asked. He wrote that down. "Do you know if someone might want to hurt you?" he asked.I shrugged, responding neutrally as I tried not to give away too much. My gaze darted to the clock on the wall. "Oh, shoot," I said, losing my balance as I calculated the time and distance. It was already past school hours, and I was pushing it.The manager dismissed me, promising to give us a call. O

Alexis Standing by the doorway, I plastered on a fake smile that could have been sold at a dollar store. Byron’s return didn’t fill the house with warmth; it cast a dark, brooding shadow. He stepped in like he owned the place—not just the house, but the air we breathed as if the world revolved around his sulking presence.Valen, of course, was oblivious to the tension. “Daddy! Daddy!” he squealed, his voice full of innocent joy as he descended the stairs.Arms wide open, he leaped toward Byron, utterly unaware of the simmering disdain lurking in every corner of the room.Byron bent just enough to catch Valen in his arms. His forced smile resembled the grin you give someone when you accidentally bump into them at the grocery store—not your child. He patted Valen’s back with the enthusiasm of someone petting a stranger’s dog. It wasn’t affection but an obligation radiating off him like a foul odor. His gaze flicked toward me briefly, and in that moment, I caught the cold, vicious hat

Alexis I stood at the kitchen counter, stirring a bowl of mashed potatoes with extra vigor. Every so often, I shot a glance out the kitchen door where the bodyguard was stationed like a statue. I gripped the spoon tightly and wished he would disappear. My annoyance bubbled over, and I let out a sigh.Mckenzie strode into the kitchen and leaned against the counter with a smirk. "So, what's the deal with the guy in the shadows?" she asked, nodding toward the doorway where the bodyguard stood just out of sight.She arched her brow with a sly grin, and I let out a small, amused chuckle. "Oh, McKenzie, you always have a talent for picking out the wrong guy," I said. "You know he's here to watch me, right? It’s not like I chose him. Such bad taste in men. He's driving me insane, following me around like I’m about to run off at any second."Mckenzie leaned in closer. "So, do you want me to distract him?" she asked with a mischievous smile.I turned and gave her a skeptical look. "Distract h

AlexisMy stomach growled loudly, the sound so fierce it could have been mistaken for a bear in the room. I froze for a second, hoping Alex hadn’t noticed, but I knew I was doomed when he looked up with a sly grin.“Is that you, or did a motorcycle just drive through here?” Alex asked. The mock seriousness in his tone made me laugh despite myself.I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “I haven’t eaten all day, okay?”He leaned forward, and his smirk grew wider. “Well, we can’t let you starve, can we? That would be tragic.”“We can’t go out. Byron has eyes everywhere. Coming here was a risk.”Alex's dark eyes gleamed with mischief. “Why not? It’s not like we’re headed to a five-star hotel. You’re hungry. I’m here. Let’s not overthink it.”Reluctantly, I agreed. Hunger always won. We ended up at an Italian rustic restaurant tucked into a quiet street corner. The faded letters of the wooden sign above the door read Trattoria Bella.Inside, fresh basil, garlic, and warm bread filled the a