All Chapters of My brother-in-law is my mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alexis I stepped out of the car with Valen clutching my hand. His fingers squeezed mine as if he could sense my nervousness. Peter's parents' house was an inviting story building with a wrap-around porch. Its white paint had faded just enough to give it a rustic charm. The shutters were a soft blue, blending with the surrounding ocean views. Seashells and bits of driftwood lined the pathway to the front door, and I loved the garden bursting with tropical flowers. The air smelled fresh and salty, mingled with the faint sweetness of hibiscus.An elderly man with a broad smile stepped onto the porch. His white hair was neatly combed, and his warm eyes crinkled with genuine welcome. His wife followed, wiping her hands on an apron. She was middle-aged, with a youthful glow that suggested a lifetime of island sun and laughter."Welcome, dear," the woman said, her voice as soothing as the ocean breeze. "You must be Alexis.”I nodded, smiling faintly. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for having us.”“

Alexis The gentle hum of the island breeze was barely enough to drown out Valen's constant whining. “Mommy, you promised we’d go for the game festival!” he pouted and tugged at the hem of my shirt.Sighing, my fingers massaged my temple. He had been at this for nearly an hour, and I couldn’t blame him. Being cooped up in the house wasn’t exactly ideal for a five-year-old.“I’ll think about it, okay?”“But you always say that!” he huffed, stomping his foot for added emphasis. The little actor. I rolled my eyes, reached for my phone, and texted Alex to explain the situation. His reply was swift: Sure, go ahead. Byron doesn’t know where you are but don’t stay too long. I’ll join you soon. I love you.I smiled faintly at his reassurance. Turning back to Valen, I said, “Okay, we can go. But we won’t stay out for too long.”His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yes! I have to tell Peter!” He bolted out the door before I could stop him. Peter was lounging outside and sipping from a freshl

AlexisThe wind outside roared like a wild beast, rattling against the windows and making the walls of Peter's parents' house groan under the hurricane's force. I sat on the edge of the bed. It was day two of this nightmare, and I couldn't tell if it was morning or night. The darkness outside was constant, and the lack of signal or electricity made everything feel even more suffocating.Valen kept whining, tugging at my arm. "Mommy, I want to go out. I want to play games. I want to see Daddy." I sighed heavily. His small voice was grating on my already frayed nerves. "Valen, I said no. It's dangerous outside. We can't leave right now.""But why? I want to go home! I don’t like it here!"When he started to cry, something inside me snapped. "Valen, leave me alone!" My voice was sharp, louder than I intended. "You think you’re the only one who’s scared and tired? I’m just as restless as you are, but we can’t do anything about it! Do you think I want to be stuck here?"He looked at me wi

AlexisThe sound of Valen’s crying pierced through the air before I saw him, and the sight of him running toward me almost buckled my knees. With a palm pressed to my heart, I experienced an overwhelming relief that made me cry. “Valen!” I ran forward, meeting him halfway as he flung himself into my arms.“Mommy, I’m sorry!” he sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck.“Oh, baby, I’m sorry too,” my voice shaking as I held him close, tears streaming down my face. I kissed his forehead repeatedly and wiped his tears. “I didn't mean to snap at you, okay?”He nodded against my shoulder. When I finally looked up, Peter and his father were approaching with broad smiles. Peter’s mom hugged her family tightly before turning to me. “See? I told you they would find him, didn't I?”I nodded while holding Valen. “Thank you,” I said hoarsely. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done… “I forced a laugh, though it came out shaky. “Maybe I brought my bad luck with me to this is

Byron leaned back in the seat of his black Jeep, and the corners of his mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. The air was thick with celebration as his convoy rolled through the streets. His sycophants and loyalists, who adored his wealth and power rather than his character, lined the sidewalks waving banners plastered with his name.He waved occasionally as though he were some savior. The streets were alive with color and noise. Banners in bright reds and gold fluttered from lamp posts, which were the colors of Byron's party. Crowds chanted his name like a mantra, and vendors set up stalls selling Byron-themed shirts and caps. Byron watched with detached amusement, enjoying every moment. This was his victory. He had crushed Alex’s pathetic rebellion, and nothing stood in his way.Byron stepped out and took in the sight when the convoy reached the coronation grounds. Byron strode confidently toward the stage, with his father waiting at the top with open arms.Byron climbed the steps sl