LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 119: Helpless

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. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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.

The sun had long since set, and the soft glow of the kitchen light spilled onto the wooden floor, casting warm shadows against the walls.

The gentle hum of the refrigerator was the only sound filling the room. Leila stood by the sink, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she stared at her phone screen, her knuckles turning white. The headline blared at her with merciless clarity as she saw it and read along.

"Popular Male god Loses Temper Online — Expletive-Laden Rant Shocks Fans"

Her breath caught in her throat as she scrolled down, her eyes furiously scanning through the endless tons of screenshots of his furious tirade exchange online.

Each curse, each insult leaped off the screen, a raw testament to his anger and for once she felt totally lost and done for.

She had just finished helping the girls with their assignments and decided to grab a drink and finally check her phone which had been beeping continually, she had no idea something like this was up, she just thought it was just more comments to the post about their relationship and after seeing what he’s done, she couldn’t help sobbing gently to herself, he was just so stupid or how else would she describe this attitude and action of his.

Videos and comments from fans and critics alike flooded her feed.

Some defended him like earlier, saying celebrities should have their own private life without other’s just prying and judging but most were harsh, perhaps if he had only just replied their a comments calmly, it wouldn’t get to this but he had went as far to even curse of them . This was the first anyone has ever done and perhaps that was why the reactions clapped thunder.

"He was just protecting someone he loves, if peopl hadn’t been prying and judging it wouldn’t have gotten to this . They deserve it yes and perhaps this will make them realize that celebrities are actuality humans too. They deserves a whole lot of privacy and respect !"

"Tyrell is human too. Give him a break!"

" I would have done worse in his place".

"Disgraceful. You’re supposed to be the role models of the younger generations but here you are, throwing curses around".

"No matter the reason, he crossed the line and we simply will not stop at this. Top actor or not, we don’t give a damn we’ll boyscott all his shows and everything ".

"His career is over. No one has ever done this and I don’t even think he’ll be able to recovers from this."

Her fingers trembled as she kept scrolling through, reading the comments and she couldn’t help but stop, she couldn’t bear it any longer. She felt so hopeless as she placed the phone down on the counter.

She felt a lump rise in her throat, her heart torn between gratitude and dread.

She then whispered to herself, "Why... why would you even do this?"

Just then, as though on cue the door creaked open behind her and she immediately wiped her tears before she spun around, and there he was — Tyrell, with his tall frame filling the doorway.

His dark eyes searched her face, immediately catching the glimmer of tears in her eyes and he stepped forward in quick stride as he crossed across the room, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Leila..". He began softly, his voice low and hesitant.

As she watched him cross the room in quick, urgent stride his face filled with concern, she could help it and she she shook her head, her tears flowing freely now.

"How long, Tyrell ? How long were you planning to hide this from me?". She asked, passing her phone to him as merely taking a look, his mouth opened, then closed again without a word.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his guilt. "I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it."

"Handle it?". She cried, her voice rising in pitch. "Handle it by destroying your career? By cursing people online like some reckless kid?"

"I had to". He said firmly, stepping closer. "They were saying awful things about you, Leila . I couldn’t just sit there and let it happen."

She felt a tear slid down from her eyes and she s jabbed a finger at his chest, her voice trembling with a mixture of fury and anguish.

"Don’t you understand what you’ve done? You’re done for, Tyrell ! Your career — everything you’ve worked so hard for — it’s all slipping through your fingers like sand!"

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "I don’t care about any of that". He said quietly. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe."

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. "But I care, I do. Tyrell, I care! I care about you. I care about your dreams. You’ve sacrificed everything... for me?"

He reached out, cupping her face gently, his thumbs brushing away her tears. His touch was warm, steady, and filled with an unspoken promise as he gently whispered to her. "You’re not just anyone to me Leila . You’re everything."

And at his words, she sobbed even harder, her hands gripping his wrists. "And now I’m the reason you’ll lose everything."

He shook his head firmly. "No, Leila I made this choice. Don’t you dare blame yourself. I don’t regret what I did. Not even for a fleeting second."

She pulled away from his touch, pacing the small kitchen as her thoughts raced. "There must be a way out of this. There has to be something we can do. There has to be a way around this ."

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen and her eyes flitted over questioningly.

"It’s my manager. He said he’s outside."

Her eyes met his, wide with worry. "Go. Talk to him. Please. There must be a way to fix this chaos, to... to salvage something."

He hesitated, reluctant to leave her side, but she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I’ll be here. Just go."

And only then did he nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on her tear-streaked face. "I’ll be back soon."

As he turned toward the door, her voice, soft but resolute, stopped him in his tracks.

"Tyrell ."

And he looked back over his shoulder.

"Promise me... you won’t give up. No matter what."

A faint, bittersweet smile curved his lips. "I promise."

As soon as she left, she slid helplessly down the floor, the cold of the floor seeping through her feet as she clutched her phone. The headlines kept flashing before her eyes, but all she could hear was his voice echoing in her mind.

"You’re everything."

A tear slid down her cheek as she whispered into the empty room, "And so are you."