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Chapter 137: Ghosts that recognize you first

Author: Moonchild
last update publish date: 2026-09-14 18:14:22

Zayne’s POV

The road stretched long and quiet ahead of me, sunlight flickering through the windshield in broken strips of gold. The steady hum of the engine usually calmed me. Usually gave me time to think without feeling trapped inside my own head.

Currently, it only made everything louder.

Isla sat beside me, clutching that file like it might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her fingers were pale around the edges of the folder, her shoulders slightly hunched inward, like she was trying t
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  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 137: Ghosts that recognize you first

    Zayne’s POV The road stretched long and quiet ahead of me, sunlight flickering through the windshield in broken strips of gold. The steady hum of the engine usually calmed me. Usually gave me time to think without feeling trapped inside my own head.Currently, it only made everything louder.Isla sat beside me, clutching that file like it might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her fingers were pale around the edges of the folder, her shoulders slightly hunched inward, like she was trying to protect herself from something invisible pressing against her ribs.Her father was deceased. I hadn’t known. The realization still sat heavy in my chest.It wasn’t just the fact itself. Death was not unfamiliar to me. Loss was practically currency in my world.But Isla carried it differently.There was something unfinished about it. Something unresolved. Like grief had never been given space to settle, it had simply been folded and tucked away inside her until now.And worse…Her mother was ba

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 136: Names I choose, truths I don’t own

    Isla’s POV “You said… you have an informant?” I asked my mother, voice low now. Dangerous, even.She straightened slightly, regaining some of her composure. “Yes.”“Who?”She hesitated. That hesitation told me everything.“Your source told you what?” I pressed.Her gaze flickered briefly toward Silas before landing back on me. “That Dr. Pierce knows something about your father’s death.”The world tilted sideways. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe.Dr. Pierce.The memory of him casually mentioning my father days ago flashed through my mind like lightning striking dry ground.My stomach twisted violently. But anger surged louder than fear.“You don’t get to investigate my father,” I snapped. “You lost that right the moment you left.”Her expression hardened. “I never stopped caring about your father.”I laughed, hollow and sharp.“You abandoned me,” I said quietly. “Which kind of makes that irrelevant.”Silas stepped closer again, lowering his voice like he was trying to soot

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 136: Old ghosts don’t stay buried

    Isla’s POV Ben sat behind one of the editing monitors, scrolling through Lightroom with that focused frown he always wore when he was working. Ava lounged on the couch with her tablet, occasionally glancing up at me like she was waiting for the next chapter of my life to drop like a Netflix release.I leaned against the long worktable, folding my arms loosely.“So,” I started.Ben hummed absentmindedly.Ava perked up immediately. “That tone means announcement.”I sighed. “Do we have any ongoing gigs? Anything that came in while I was in Italy?”Ben rotated his chair slightly, tapping a few keys before opening the project tracker spreadsheet. “We had two inquiries. One engagement shoot, one small brand campaign. I told them you were out of town but we could schedule later if they were flexible.”“Are they still interested?”“Engagement couple booked someone else,” he said, not sugarcoating it. “The brand campaign is still open. They’re waiting for confirmation.”I nodded slowly, that

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 134: Late mornings and real life

    Isla’s POV I woke slowly, wrapped in warmth that felt too solid to be just blankets. For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes. There was a weight across my waist, heavy, possessive, and comforting. A steady heartbeat pulsed against my cheek. The faint scent of bergamot and something darker, masculine, unmistakably Zayne, surrounded me like a second skin.Then reality returned in pieces.Heat crept up my neck as flashes replayed in my mind, tangled sheets, laughter, breathless confessions, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing that existed in the world.My lips curved before I could stop them.I shifted slightly, and his arm tightened around me instinctively, pulling me closer against his chest. His breath stirred my hair, warm and slow.“Stop moving,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.I smiled against his skin. “I have circulation issues. Your arm is literally cutting off blood supply.”“It’s staying right there,” he muttered, tightening his hold just to prove a point.

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 133: Sex cards

    Isla’s POV I leaned back against the bed, my chest rising fast, hands trembling just slightly as I watched him. The vibrator rested on the nightstand, a little reminder of the gift he had given me. And the small stack of couple sex cards I had bought for him sat there too, the cards’ instructions teasing at what was to come.Zayne’s gaze met mine, smoldering, full of that dominance I’d been craving for months, yet softened with tenderness only I ever got to see. “You ready?” he asked, a sly edge to his voice, but warm, teasing, waiting for my answer.“Ready? Like ready for school?” I teased, expecting his reaction.He chuckled softly, that low sound that always sent shivers down my spine. “School, huh? You could’ve been more specific and said "a marathon workout.”I rolled my eyes, biting back a grin. “Yeah, maybe. We could use that word. Let’s see if you can handle all the heat.” He smirked, stepping closer, and for a moment, I regret trying him. Now, there was only him, and the wa

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 132: It’s official now

    Isla’s POV “Your hands are freezing,” he said softly, thumb stroking my knuckles as we walked toward the car.“I like it,” I said, smirking. “It’s a good excuse to hold yours.”He chuckled, low and throaty, and my heart did that ridiculous fluttering thing again. “I was hoping you’d say that.”We climbed into the back of the Escalade, and he gestured for me to sit beside him. I did, but not before stealing a glance at him. He looked so… calm. Controlled, even. Daddy energy radiating from him in subtle waves, but his hand stayed on mine the entire ride, grounding me, making me feel like no one else in the world existed right now.“You’re quiet,” he said finally, eyes forward, but his thumb never stopped its motion.“I’m… processing,” I admitted. “Tonight. You. Everything.”He smiled, almost smugly, but not in a teasing way, more like he knew exactly the effect he had on me. “You can process later. Right now, you’re my girlfriend.”I leaned against him slightly, feeling the warmth of h

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 3: Alleyway guardian

    Isla’s POVI slipped on a puddle and caught myself against the brick wall, rain slamming down so hard it blurred everything into streaks of neon and shadow. My glasses fogged over completely, turning the alley into a smeared mess of reflections. Every step splashed water up my calves, heels wobblin

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 1 The wedding day

    Isla’s POV I shot up in bed so fast the sheets tangled around my legs and yanked me sideways. My hand was already sliding down before my eyes even opened all the way, pressing against the wet spot in my underwear as the memory hit like a freight train. Last night. Silas. Me telling him no. “Shit

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 4 Back to Dustfield

    Isla The drive to Dustfield was long and silent. Rain pelted the windshield, blurring streetlights into golden smears. My chest ached, and tears refused to stop. Every blink smeared them further, leaving streaks across my cheeks. My thoughts were a tangled mess of betrayal, fear, and curiosity. A

  • My Bestfriend’s Brother    Chapter 2 Through the lens

    IslaI walked out of the corridor, adjusting my blazer with shaking fingers, trying to calm the burn still crawling up my neck. My lips still tingled. Silas had really— God, I couldn’t even think it without my stomach twisting. One more minute in that room and I might’ve forgotten where I was. He h

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