Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 141: The illusion

Denis’s expression shifted, his warmth fading slightly. He had never intended to marry Tania, and he doubted his parents would ever accept her into the family. They were only tolerating her because of the baby.

"What is the rush?" He pulled away from her. "The engagement is already planned. The elders will arrange the wedding when the time is right. We should wait for that."

For now, he had no choice but to endure her presence.

"It’s late. You should get some rest." Denis guided her gently to sit on the bed. As he turned to leave, Tania grabbed his wrist tightly. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Where are you going?" she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"I still have some work to finish," Denis replied calmly. "You rest first."

"But I need you," she insisted, quickly rising to her feet and throwing her arms around him. "Stay with me tonight."

Denis remained stiff. A part of him pitied her as he recalled that she had no one in her family other than her aunt. But that pity wasn’t love, and it certainly wasn’t enough to chain him to a life he didn’t want.

He pried her arms away and took a step back. "I have some work I need to finish. Try to understand," he said firmly.

"You can do it tomorrow," Tania insisted. "Stay with me tonight." She reached up, sliding her arms around his neck and rising on her toes to kiss him, first brushing her lips against his, then trailing kisses along his cheek and jawline.

"Tania," Denis muttered, grabbing her arms and pushing her back slightly. "You are pregnant. You need to rest."

"The baby is stable," she argued desperately. "I spoke to the doctor. It’s safe for us to be intimate. Please... don’t push me away." She wrapped her arms around him again, trying to kiss him once more.

Denis tried to resist, but as he looked at her, he froze. In his haze, it wasn’t Tania he saw — it was Anne. He kept staring at her as if caught in a dream. Maybe it was the alcohol dulling his senses or the longing for Anne gnawing at him. But for a moment, he couldn’t tell reality from fantasy.

Even if it was just an illusion, he didn’t want to let go. He wanted to imagine Anne was the one in his arms.

"Make love to me," Tania whispered against his lips, kissing him urgently.

Her relentless touch and desperate kisses chipped away at his defenses. His hands, once firm in keeping her away, now slid around her waist, pulling her closer.

This time, Denis didn’t hold back. He kissed her with growing hunger.

Tania, sensing his surrender, clung tighter to him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body desperate to bridge the gap between them.

His kisses grew rougher, fueled by the aching void Anne had left behind. He backed her toward the bed, lips never leaving hers, as they fell onto the mattress.

Tania whispered his name against his lips. But in Denis’s mind, it was never her he was touching, never her he was holding — it was always Anne.

Denis pinned her beneath him on the bed, his hands slipping under her dress, exploring and teasing her curves. But when his hand brushed over her stomach, he froze, pulling back slightly and frowning in confusion.

"You are three months pregnant, yet your belly is still flat. Why?"

A flicker of panic flashed in Tania’s eyes, but she quickly covered it with a practiced, sweet smile. "The baby is still small. It’ll take a couple more months before you can feel the bump. Now, don’t get distracted."

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him feverishly. "I need you."

Whatever doubts he had melted away. He kissed her back with growing intensity, desire flaring hot and uncontrollable.

Denis was lost, utterly consumed by the storm raging inside him. As he thrust into her, a name slipped from his lips without warning.

"Anne..."

His body moved on instinct, his mind clinging to the illusion that it was Anne under him. It was Anne he was loving. This illusion had consumed him, driving him crazy.

Tania froze the moment she heard it, her heart sinking. The pleasure she had desperately clung to a moment ago crumbled into dust.

"What did you just say?" she hissed, trying to shove him away.

But Denis tightened his grip around her wrists, pinning them firmly above her head. "Don’t fight me. I’m not leaving you tonight." His mouth claimed hers in a fierce, stormy kiss as he moved with reckless, consuming urgency.

Tania, pinned beneath him, fought back a whimper of rage. His weight, his ferocity—she had craved it moments ago, but now it felt like a mockery. He wasn’t making love to her. He wasn’t even seeing her. He was seeing someone else.

Tania’s muffled sobs were swallowed by Denis’s fierce kisses, her resistance crushed under his relentless passion. She tried to push him away, tried to break free, but he held her firm, his strength overpowering her struggle. Each rough, urgent thrust sent her body jolting beneath him, but there was no pleasure for her—only pain and seething rage.

Humiliation burned her insides. Hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, sliding silently down her temples and into her hair. Hatred and heartbreak twisted together inside her, knotting so tightly she could barely breathe.

Even though she had managed to force Anne out of Denis’s life, her shadow still loomed between them.

’Anne, why won’t you just let go of Denis? Why are you still between us?’ Tania screamed silently in her heart.

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The weekend was over. Anne got ready, adjusting her outfit in front of the vanity. She barely noticed Augustine slipping up behind her until he placed a tender kiss on her cheek.

"You look radiant," he murmured affectionately in her ear, locking eyes with her in the mirror.

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. "I was thinking... about having a baby."

"Baby?" Anne blinked, taken aback by the sudden mention of the baby.

Augustine nodded, his mind rushing back to his recent talk with his grandfather, who had gently urged him to have a baby.

"I want a baby. But don’t feel pressured. If you need time, I’ll wait for as long as you want."

Anne turned to face him. Meeting his deep, affectionate gaze made her cheeks burn with warmth. She avoided meeting his gaze and quickly busied herself with adjusting his tie to hide her shyness.

"If you want a baby, I have no objections. I love babies, too."