All Chapters of A Wife For My Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Deanna returned from the kitchen with two cups in her hands. While preparing the coffee, her elaborate hairstyle from that night had come undone slightly. The oversized shirt hung loosely on her, and yet, even in that disheveled state, Daniel still found her incredibly beautiful.He intercepted her before she could set the cups down on the small table and pulled her close by the waist."Why do you always look so sexy?" he asked, burying his face in her neck.He had always had these moments with her. Sometimes, he would find her somewhere in the house and wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to hold her, kiss her, or whisper sweet words in her ear. It was the way his large hands wrapped around her and the tenderness in his words that made Deanna call him "my poet." How could she not

Beverly was the first to feel the effects.Leonard had put her in a taxi, and she had driven a few blocks away. But then, she had asked the driver to turn back and wait a few meters from the parking lot.She had watched as Reed and Marcus left, crossing the street arm in arm like two drunken fools. Somehow, she knew Daniel was still inside, and Leonard had left without Deanna. And there they were, holding hands again, walking to his car, getting in, and driving away together.That same night, earlier, in her desperation to keep him from pushing her away, she had promised him it would be the last time, that she would leave his life and the company for good. Nothing had gone as expected. Now she stood alone, surrounded by people, without Daniel and without the Diva in sight. She knew exact

Harry had spent the afternoon with that woman who eased his sadness, only to feel guilty afterward. When he got home, Laura was waiting for him with little Emma. She looked like the same Laura as always, but she wasn’t—not anymore, and never would be again. But when he saw her smiling, he forgot, just for a moment, what had happened the night before.“Let’s go out for dinner tonight,” he said.He didn’t want to make amends, didn’t want to do more than necessary—he just wanted to rid himself of the guilt from his sinful afternoon. And Laura, thrilled, agreed. But had she known what awaited her, she wouldn’t have.Emma would stay with the nanny, and they would go out as a couple. So Laura got ready, did her makeup, and put on perfume.

And yes, she had stayed the night. Without her things, one of Daniel’s old shirts turned into an improvised nightgown—soaked with his scent, his cologne. She stood in the bathroom doorway, stretching her arms to show him how huge it looked on her. She looked so sexy. She felt so sexy wearing it.“How do you always manage to look so beautiful, even in that old thing?”he asked as he wrapped his arms around her. The smell of her hair always did something to him.“You see me that way,”she replied, returning his embrace.“You’re the most beautiful woman to me. You always were, and you always will be.”“That must be because you’re in love.”“Madly...”All he needed that night was to fall asleep holding her; he wanted to feel her body next to his again in his own bed. But that didn’t stop him from covering her skin with caresses and filling her mouth with kisses.“Deanna…”“Mmm?”“I can’t stop picturing you… holding our baby in your arms…”He had asked her once, but had accepted waiting—gi

Her final performance would take place at the Opéra Bastille, a venue quite different from the other theaters she had sung in—it was relatively modern, which gave the performances a more relaxed and slightly down-to-earth atmosphere.Deanna got ready in her dressing room, just like always. She stepped out and once again captivated the audience with her voice. In the front row, he was there, standing and applauding her. And just offstage, behind the curtain, her father was doing the same.Daniel followed Leonard’s instructions and stood by the musicians’ entrance. He touched the small box he had hidden in his jacket, as if to make sure it was still there. He was nervous—really nervous. The door opened, and Reed led him up onto the stage. The performers came out to take their bows; applause, ovations—and then it was the Diva’s turn.And Deanna bowed and smiled the way she always did, thanking the audience with graceful nods. Daniel stepped out from behind the curtain carrying the bouquet