LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 118: Adding Fuel To The Fire

The gentle hum of conversation floated in from the dining area as Leila moved about the kitchen, her hands gliding over the smooth wooden countertop with practiced ease.

The sunlight streaming in from the window bathed the room in warmth, making her feel lighter, almost like herself again.

She glanced over her shoulder with a soft smile as she heard the girls giggling from the living room, their heads bent together as they worked on their group assignment.

Then there was Tyrell, he stood by the kitchen door, his frame leaning lazily against the doorframe, watching her with a mixture of relief and fondness.

It had been a tough day and seeing her move with her usual grace, the spark of her old self returning, soothed something restless in him and as she seeing everyone around her back to being happy and all out for her, she suddenly felt as ease and even felt like the tons of comments didn’t matter as long as she had them by her side, it all didn’t matter.

They were practically being like her source of solace, but she didn’t mind she just wants to be with them even if the world collapse, she wants them forever on her side.

"Smells good". Tyrell remarked, crossing his arms as he asked from his position by the door. "Are you making that ginger and sesame chicken?"

Leila nodded, her messy ponytail bobbing as she flipped the marinated chicken in the sizzling pan. "You know me too well."

"Someone has to and it’s so simple to guess you’re making one of my favorites dishes". He grinned with a knowing, playful smile. "I’ll call the girls when it’s ready."

"Thanks, Mr I know it all". She murmured back a word of thanks, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Seeing her now fully back to her usual self, he suddenly felt the familiar pang of protectiveness bloom in his chest again.

He knew Leila was strong, stronger than most or than he thought but even the strongest needed shielding sometimes and that he was well ready to do, he would give up anything to see her like this forever, full of smile and energy.

The buzz of his phone vibrating persistently against his thigh made him shove his hands into his pocket, fumbling for the device.

When he pulled it out, his eyes narrowed at the screen.

To them it was a case now forgotten as Leila was now back to her usual self,but online it was still a hot topic a d tons of comments flooded the pictures, the words burning like acid.

"Fake will always be a fake,I can tell you he has a pretty and perfect girlfriend hidden somewhere, they can’t really be dating".

"She wants some recognition, fine we’ll give it to her ".

"She doesn’t even have a pretty face , so what make her thinks she’s so qualified to date him, she looks like a potato".

"Round and fat and shapeless".

It was always said that male celebrities figures have the most craziest , unrelentless and hardcore fans ever and it turns out it was all true.

Skimming through all the comments, his jaw tightened and he felt his head burning with fury and without thinking, he e sank into one of the barstools at the counter and began typing furiously, responding to their comments with equal vigor.

His fingers flew across the screen as the anger rose in his chest, bitter and hot.

"Oh, I’m sorry, did someone appoint you the god of talent? Guess what, no one cares about your opinion. So just stop being a nuisance, it’s hard to stomach it in"

Another comment caught his eye, vicious and personal:

"She’s a disgrace to her profession even and even to Yvette as of that. Her family must be so ashamed of her."

His pulse roared in his ears. His heart pounded as he punched in a response.

"Say that again, and I’ll gladly teach you some respect. Until then, keep my family’s name out of your mouth."

Comment after comment, his words grew sharper, meaner and more aggressive, just like their comments.

"You curse my woman? I curse you and your whole family. I’ll tell you exactly where you can shove your opinions but here it’s not needed, you’re not even qualified."

He didn’t care. And that, they needed to know. These people hiding behind screens were no gods, they jave no right to decide for others and he was done watching them do that.

The notifications came in faster now, a wildfire spreading across the internet.

Each response stoked the flames of a growing scandal. Fans, critics, and gossip sites alike latched onto the unfolding drama.

"Is Tyrell really losing it?!"

"An actor attacking fans? Who does he think he is?".

"We’ll boyscott all his works, you dare to curse us ".

"Is Leila using her Tyrell to fight her battles, I don’t think Tyrell is the type like this?"

His phone vibrated violently in his hand as a call from his manager flashed across the screen.

He stared at it for a moment before silencing it with a swipe of his thumb. When the voicemail alert popped up, he ignored that, too. He must probably be calling to warm him not to disrespect the fans and be polite, but he’ll who cares at this moment, they were last being respectful and he was going to give them exactly a taste of their medicine.

A text message followed almost immediately:

"Tyrell. Stop it. Now. You’re only adding fuel to the fire. Compose yourself before you destroy your career. This is serious."

Tyrell read it. Then he read it again. His chest heaved with emotion, but he set the phone face down on the counter without replying. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The chicken sizzled in the pan, its aroma filling the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!". Leila called out brightly, wiping her hands on a towel as she turned to face him. "Tyrell, can you get the girls?"

"Sure." He stood, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Hey, Dani! Linda!" His voice echoed through the house. "Food’s up!"

Their younger sisters bounded into the kitchen, their assignment momentarily forgotten.

Dani, the eldest of the two, rolled her eyes playfully. "Took you long enough. I’m starving."

"Blame your sister." Tyrell laughed and ruffled her hair as she ducked away with a laugh. "She was determined to make a whole lot".

Leila set the dishes on the table with a smile. "I hope you’re all hungry enough to feed on all of this because I made enough to feed an army."

The four of them sat down together, the table laden with fragrant rice, crisp vegetables, and golden-brown chicken. For a while, there was only the clatter of utensils and the occasional murmur of approval.

"Mmm, this is amazing, just like always". Linda said, her mouth full.

"Don’t talk with your mouth full, where are your manners, don’t you know you can choke on it already". Dani scolded.

Leila laughed softly, the sound light and free. "It’s nice to have everyone together like this."

Tyrell who was , silent until now, looked up from his plate. "Yeah. It is."

They ate in companionable silence, but the weight of his earlier actions sat heavy in his mind.

He felt the buzz of his phone from the kitchen counter, ignored it, and forced himself to focus on the present, the laughter of his sisters, the warmth of Leila’s smile.

Dani raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "So, what were you doing before lunch, Ty? You looked pretty intense over there."

"Just... catching up on some things." His tone was casual, almost dismissive.

Leila tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Nothing too serious, I hope?"

Tyrell met her gaze and flashed her a small smile, his expression unreadable. "Nothing I couldn’t handle."

The meal continued, the warmth and joy of family masking the brewing storm outside.

But he very well knew it was only a matter of time before the world came knocking, and when it did, he’d be ready to face it head-on.

For Leila.

For his family.

Even if it cost him everything.

When they finished eating, Leila gathered the plates, shooing the sisters away as they protested about cleaning up. She then hlanced at Tyrell one more time.

"You sure you’re okay?" She asked quietly as she began stacking dishes.

He leaned against the counter, folding his arms. "Yeah."

"Really?" Her voice softened.

"Really" . He repeated reassuringly but something in his tone made her pause.

Leila tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "What is it that you aren’t you telling me?"

He hesitated for a heartbeat before shaking his head with a faint smile. "Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing."

Her eyes searched his face, but she decided to let it go.

"Okay" She said lightly, though her curiosity was far from satisfied.

Fee feets away, his phone buzzed relentlessly on the desk, notifications piling up.

Social media was on fire with the fallout of his earlier words. Fans were in uproar, opinions clashing violently as some defended his actions while others condemned him.

Memes, screenshots, and heated debates had turned his impassioned defense into the talk of the hour.

And still, he said nothing.

He had no regrets—not yet.