LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 120: Helpless II

The evening air outside Leila’s apartment carried a sharp chill, and the street was cloaked in shadow save for the pale glow of a streetlamp.

Peter, Tyrell’s manager stood leaning against a black sedan, his phone clutched in one hand as he stared into the distance.

He turned his head sharply when Tyrell stepped outside, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Get in". Peter said briskly and Tyrell quietly complied and slid into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence between them was thick with tension.

Without waiting for a greeting, Peter sighed heavily. "You know why I’m here, right?" .

"I warned you". Peter confined without waiting for his response, his voice cold. "I warned you about keeping your temper in check."

"I know". Tyrell said quietly.

Peter sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Do you have any idea what kind of firestorm you’ve created? The studio is pulling out. Sponsors are dropping like flies. And the media... they’re having a field day."

"I don’t care about any of that". Tyrell muttered quite defiantly for someone who was already at the brink.

And Peter slammed his hand against the steering wheel, almost making Tyrell jump in his seat.

"Well, I care! Your career is my career, Tyrell . And right now, we’re both sinking fast."

"Hey". Tyrell clenched his fists, staring out the window. "I did what I had to do, they were all fuckin wrong and they needed someone to let them know that exactly "

"You let your emotions get the better of you, yes". Peter snapped. "And now we’re going to have to clean up this mess if that’s even possible."

Tyrell ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression weary but composed. "Yeah. What’s the way out of this chaos?"

Peters lips pressed into a thin line and he tossed his continually beeping phone onto the dashboard, where it buzzed incessantly with new notifications.

"I don’t know. If you had listened to me from the start, we wouldn’t be here." His tone dripped with frustration. "I told you to keep things quiet. Control the narrative. But no—"

Tyrell held up a hand, cutting him off. "I’m not here to argue about what I should’ve done. What’s done is done. Now, tell me what the next step is."

A long silence stretched between them before peter spoke again, his tone softer, almost pleading.

"Look, there might still be a way. A public apology. A heartfelt interview. Damage control. But you have to be willing to play the game."

His jaw tightened. "I won’t apologize for defending her in all of it."

Peter groaned, helpless and exasperated. "This isn’t about her. It’s about your image. Your future. You can love her and still be smart about it."

Tyrell slowly turned to face him , shifting his gaze from the window and his eyes burning with determination as he said . "If being smart means betraying who I am and what I have , then I’d rather be a fool."

Peter stared at him, his expression a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration. "You’re impossible."

"Yeah". Tyrell said with a faint, weary smile. "But I’m not backing down."

Peter rubbed his temples, his voice lowering as he spoke more slowly and more gently as if trying to make Tyrell to see reason.

"There’s a last promotional event for your "Tales Of Us" before it starts being released the day after tomorrow."

He paused, gauging Tyrell reaction. "How do you plan to show your face to the world after this? Every camera, every reporter , the world, they’ll be there. Hungry for a story. This story."

A small, defiant smile tugged at Tyrell’s lips. "I told you, I’ll never deny her. Or our relationship."

At this Peter groaned, shaking his head. "You’re too damn stubborn."

However, Tyrell’s gaze didn’t waver. "We’ll follow things as they are. I’m not going to hide or make my woman face it all alone ."

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The morning sun filtered through the windows of Yvette’s cozy living room, casting golden beams over the soft cushions and the stacks of magazines cluttering the coffee table.

Leila sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands as she watched Yvette paced back and forth in front of her, her face drawn with worry.

"You should have called me". Yvette said, her voice sharp with concern. "I’ve been worried sick since last night."

" But here I am after all, right?". She offered a weak smile, her eyes dark with exhaustion as she then added. "I’m more worried about Tyrell’s career than myself at this point ."

Yvette stopped pacing and folded her arms across her chest. "You should be worried about yourself, Leila . Tyrell is a star. Even if this blows up, he can find a way to make a comeback. But you... you don’t deserve to be dragged through the mud because of this."

"I know" Leila murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap.

She bit her lip, a mixture of guilt and determination clouding her thoughts. "But I can’t let him face this alone. He’s carrying too much on his shoulders. We’re in this together. I’ll think of something. I have to."

Yvette’s eyes softened and she sat down beside her friend, placing a comforting hand on her arm.

"You’ve always been like this... strong, even when it’s hardest. But listen to me — I’m not just worried about your heart. There’s the last promotional event tomorrow for the movie. That’s a whole different kind of storm."

" I know ". Leila replied and straightened her back, resolve hardening her features. "I did nothing wrong, Yvette . We did nothing wrong. I’m not going to hide."

Yvette frowned, her brows knitting together. "But the cameras, the questions and every, it’ll be brutal."

Leila reached out and squeezed her hand. "If I stay away, it’ll only fuel the fire. People will say I’m guilty, or that I’m ashamed. I’m neither. This isn’t just his fight. It’s ours."

Yvette sighed then nodded, a small smile broke through her worry. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Leila chuckled softly, a rare sound of lightness breaking through the tension. "Yeah. But I’m not backing down."

The two friends sat in silence for a moment, the unspoken weight of their shared concern hanging in the air.

Outside, birds chirped in the morning light, oblivious to the storm brewing in the world beyond.

"Then". Yvette i said at last. "You’d better be ready. This isn’t going to be a easy fight ."

Leila’s eyes glimmered with quiet determination. "I know. But I’ve never been one to take the easy way out."

Later that day, Leila stood by the window of her apartment, watching the city bustle below and Tyrell’s words from the night before echoed in her mind.

"You’re everything."

Her heart ached with a complicated mix of love, fear, and fierce loyalty. She wasn’t sure how things would unfold at the promotional event. The cameras, the prying eyes, the relentless questions , they would be waiting, sharp as knives, pulling her to her room.

But as she placed her hand on the glass, feeling the coolness seep into her skin, she whispered with a determined voice. "We’ll face it together."

And that was enough to keep her going.