My Obsessed Brother-In-Law
's
surrounding weight. I felt hu
of panic shot through me as I took in my
in place, jerking me backward. My head hit the
my ribs. "Where's my mother?" My voic
ut, brushing the back of his fingers against
ther couldn't come with you to your new
patted my head as though I were a child. "And that's not all, sweeth
hy are they talki
ment, I was getting ready for a wedding, someone's wedding. This can't
s calm, though I was scared. "Why am I on this plane?
focating silence as t
oke up. "You are my w
n across from me. He was younger than the others, but stil
in my home country," he co
in horror. The sky. We
y sides, searching for my phone. M
ntact my Dad. My f
d I ge
...
nin
ng lady! Have you already
my dreams, dragging me ba
mnants of sleep. The air was still thick with morning stillness, the sky
ed against the fabric as I tried to sink back into oblivion. But before I co
my skin, maki
d, a smug expression on her face as if
d. "You can't sleep th
nstead of begging him to send me here. "Now that I'm back, you're al
ve a wedding to attend. Get up, bathe, and get dressed. "I'm taking you to
, stretching lazily. "But I'm picking up
our father has turned y
And I love h
and roses. A scent I should have known my whole life, but didn't
around to protect you, Kim. One day, yo
vering. "Dad will make sure I marry someone w
then how unpredict
grand as the one in my father's mansion, but it was nice-**a detail I knew
ying to make up for lost time. But a comfortable bed and
ut the truth? **It was my mother who didn't want me.** She wanted a son, and when I wasn't the child she had
ver knew her
married, never left me in the care of nannies. He balanced business and fatherhood effortlessly, always welcoming me wi
, she suddenly wanted me here.I was ready to refuse, but my father-always the kind
re I
s taught me to take care of my long hair. She brushed it every day, trimmed it herself, and never let anyon
my closet. I pulled out a simple pink dress and paired it
eached for my phone-only
Mama! "Have you seen my phone?" I called
e. I always called him in the mor
d, Kim! "What have you done to this room?" M
. "You're worried about the
and pulling it out. "I thought I'd keep it safe. But no
been in my life, Mama. I've spent eighteen years with Dad-he's the one
I turned on my heel and walked t
in this house that was supposed to be home, he
's
ut of the private room, feeling refreshed but restless. The moment I entered the
used herself and hurried over. Togethe
he wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, her gaze
urprise, she was staring right back at the
front of their faces. "H
haking themselves out o
ay, or should I just walk out and let your manager deduct
ing for my name, she typed it onto the computer. That was odd. This was my first
ded it to me. I gave her my sma
Since this is your first visit, we'll create a VIP customer card for you
d glanced at
ragingly, but something about the way she
the register, sca
usually high-pitched. "I have already gone through everything and
really s
er fingers fidgeting s
rying so hard to act normal,
just trying to bond with me before my week here was ov
. The receptionist thanked me, but I didn't stick around. I wa
-
my wardrobe wasn't *suitable* enough for the upcoming we
d, the more uneasy I felt. There was something about the way s
walked right out of that store and booked the next flight home. **Not to this sma
unusual choice, considering no one bu
asked, raising a
. "It will look perfect on you
nd, I bought it. Along with ma
e got back into the
about everything I bought. It was a small habit of mi
dial his number,
hat are your hobbies? What kind of music do
. She was r
at me, I found myself answering