All Chapters of Stop Appearing In My Dreams, Brother-In-Law: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The ride back to the house was usually long, but it felt so short as her mind raced through the whole planet, trying not to break down and shed tears in the back of the taxi.By the time the taxi dropped Lisa at the front of their house, the house welcomed her with a heavy, mocking silence.There was no one at home. She was alone.​She practically flew up the stairs to her bedroom, throwing her laptop bag onto the desk and collapsing face-first onto her bed. The dam finally broke. She buried her face deep into her pillow, suffocating her own sobs as the tears came thick and fast. She cried for the absolute madness taking over her brain, for the suffocating guilt she felt every time she looked at Elena, and for the agonizing realization that even Ethan looked at her like she was something broken and disgusting. She felt entirely alone, trapped in a reality where up was down and every anchor she had was dissolving into ash.Lisa was still tangled in her sheets, trembling and sniffing

The deep, heavy sleep finally released its grip on Lisa. When she opened her eyes, the stark afternoon sun had shifted into a softer, golden hue, casting long shadows across her bedroom. She blinked against the light, taking a slow breath. Surprisingly, the suffocating weight that had been pressing down on her chest all day felt noticeably lighter. The frantic tension that had made her limbs ache on campus had melted away, leaving her body feeling strangely loose and refreshed.​But as she tried to shift beneath the duvet, she froze.​A distinct, unmistakable dampness clung to her skin. She was wet. Very wet.​Her heart gave a small, nervous flutter, a sudden flush of heat warming her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling. The vivid memory of the afternoon rushed back—the feeling of long, ruthless fingers thrusting inside her, the breathless gasps, the desperate way she had called Adrian's name.​She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing a hand to her forehead. ‘It was a dream,’ she told h

The weekend arrived so fast Lisa barely had time to breathe.Elena had spent the entire morning treating Lisa like a personal dressing doll, completely swept up in the excitement of her matchmaking project. She had pulled dress after dress from Lisa's closet, mostly the ones Elena had bought her but she had never bothered to wear before, tossing them onto the bed with dissatisfied hums until she finally settled on a soft, form-fitting knit dress that hugged Lisa's curves beautifully without being overly scandalous. Elena had brushed her hair, lightly applied her makeup, and sprayed a sweet, floral perfume onto her collarbone—completely oblivious to the fact that Lisa’s skin still felt raw and hypersensitive from the heavy, hidden touches that had occurred in that very house every other night.Now, sitting in the corner booth of the upscale cafe Elena had selected, Lisa felt entirely out of her depth. The floral perfume choked her; it wasn't the deep, musky undertone that her body ha

Lisa slowly lowered her hands, her tear-stained face pale and tight with humiliation as she looked up at him."I'm sorry," he offered, a sincere, self-deprecating smile touching his lips. "I think... maybe we shouldn't have rushed it. That's on me, too. I got completely carried away because you're incredibly beautiful, but I should have realized we were moving way too fast."He shifted on the bed, giving her some space, and buttoned his blazer back up. "Let's just slow down, okay? We should wait until we get to know each other better. There's no rush. We can go back, grab dinner another day, and just talk. I've got all the time in the world."The sheer decency in his voice felt like a physical weight on Lisa’s chest. He was being a gentleman. He was offering her the exact healthy, normal progression that any regular girl would dream of.But as she wiped a stray tear from her cheek, forcing a weak, fragile nod, a chilling realization settled deep in her bones. Allan wanted to get to k

​Before Lisa could even respond, Allan turned on his heel and walked briskly toward his car. The door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and within seconds, his car was speeding out of the hotel parking lot, leaving nothing but a faint trail of exhaust behind.​The sudden silence left in his wake was suffocating.​Lisa stood frozen, the sweet, floral perfume Elena had sprayed on her collarbone now making her feel physically sick. Her shoulders trembled violently. She couldn't look at Adrian. She kept her eyes glued to the pavement, her heart drumming a frantic, agonizing rhythm against her ribs.​"In the car. Now," Adrian commanded.​His voice wasn't loud, but the gravelly, unyielding tone left her with absolutely no choice. Lisa swallowed down a pathetic sob and moved like a ghost, walking over to the passenger side of his black sedan. Her fingers shook so badly she could barely pull the handle open. She slid into the leather seat, the expensive, rich scent of his car immedia