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Chapter 161: He what?
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My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 161: He what?
Isla’s POV I don’t remember falling asleep. One minute I’m sitting on the couch, staring at my phone, waiting for Ethan to reply.My body jerks upright, disoriented, my heart jumping straight into my throat, and I almost fell off the couch.“Whoa—hey—”Strong hands catch me instantly, firm and steady. Zayne. His arm wraps around my waist before I can slip completely, pulling me back against him.“Careful,” he mutters.My breath comes out in a rush. “What the—”I blink rapidly, trying to focus. He’s sitting beside me. And for a split second, the shock of waking up like that sends a wave of panic through me.“Jesus—Zayne,” I breathe, pressing a hand to my chest. “You scared me.”His grip loosens slightly, but his hand lingers at my side.“Didn’t mean to.” His voice is low, careful. Like he’s trying not to startle me further. I lean back slowly against the couch, my heart still racing.“How long was I out?”“A while.”I glance toward the window. Morning light filters through the curta
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 160: Was that a dream?
Isla’s POV I wake up gasping, violent and sharp. Like my body dragged me out of something before I could see how it ended. My chest rises too fast, breath catching halfway in my throat as I stare up at the ceiling, disoriented for a second.Dark room, faint city light slipping through the curtains. Zayne’s arm is still draped over my waist.I close my eyes again, trying to steady my breathing. But the feeling doesn’t go away. That lingering… fear. The kind that sticks to your skin even after the dream is gone.Because the dream is gone, that’s the worst part. I can’t remember it clearly.Was that a dream or did I sleepwalk? I suck in a breath.No, that wasn’t just a dream. My stomach twists, because it felt familiar. Like something I’ve said before or something I’ve heard. I sit up slowly, careful not to wake Zayne. His arm slips from my waist as I move, but he doesn’t stir.Still asleep. Good, because I don’t think I’m ready to explain this, not even to myself.I swing my legs over
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 159: What do you do in this situation?
Zayne’s POVI don’t sleep again after that, not really. I lie there with my arm around her, staring at the ceiling while the memory keeps replaying behind my eyes.A gun, my hand, the weight of it. This is real, too real to be something my mind made up, and the worst part isn’t what I saw. It’s what I didn’t. Beside me, Isla shifts slightly in her sleep. Her breathing has calmed now, even and soft. Like whatever she was reliving earlier has passed.But the words she said: Don’t shoot. They won’t leave my head, because that wasn’t random. It was a memory, my memory.I turn my head slightly, looking down at her. Her face is peaceful now. It doesn’t match what I saw earlier. It doesn’t match the way her body had stiffened near the window or the way her voice had sounded, like she was dreaming.I close my eyes briefly. Trying to force the memory back. The room, the gun in my hand, someone in front of me. I push harder, trying to see more, but my mind resists, like it always does. A qui
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 158: No more secrets
Zayne’s POV I don’t want anything else standing between us. Not lies or secrets.For too long my life has been built around things I refused to look at too closely—memories that slipped through my fingers, pieces of my past that never quite made sense, conversations I avoided because digging deeper meant confronting things I wasn’t ready to face. But Isla changed that. She has this way of forcing truth into the open without even trying. And tonight, sitting across from her at the small kitchen table in her apartment, I realize something with a clarity that feels almost painful.If I want to keep her in my life…then there can’t be anything left in the dark. No more hiding. No more waiting for the “right time.”If something exists in my past that could hurt her, she deserves to hear it from me first.Isla is leaning back in her chair now, arms crossed loosely over her chest while she stares at nothing. I hate that look. Because it means she’s still processing everything I told her.I
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 157: Her real name is Quinn Hart
The words leave my mouth quietly, but the way Zayne’s expression changes tells me they land harder than I expected. For a second he just stares at me. Like the sentence hasn’t fully registered yet.“What?” he says finally.I swallow, my fingers tightening around the glass of iced tea in front of me.“Celeste isn’t her real name.”The room feels smaller now. The warm light above the kitchen table is suddenly too bright, too focused.“Her real name is Quinn Hart,” I say. “She changed it.”Zayne’s jaw tightens slightly. He leans back in his chair like someone just knocked the air out of him.“Quinn…” he repeats under his breath.The name clearly means something to him and that alone makes my stomach twist. Because hearing my mother’s name in my boyfriend’s voice is one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever experienced.For a moment neither of us says anything. The silence stretches between us like a tight wire.I exhale slowly.“All the time you mentioned Celeste,” I say quietly, rubbing m
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 156: My mother’s name isn’t Celeste
Zayne’s POV That evening.My phone lights up on the dashboard just as I’m pulling into traffic. For a second I think it’s another useless notification—emails, business updates, something Rico probably sent just to annoy me. But when I glance down, I see her name.Isla.The tension sitting in my chest loosens just a fraction. She finally responded. I pick up the phone at the next stoplight.Isla:You coming over tonight?Just that. No emojis or teasing. It’s simple, but something about the message feels… careful.I type back quickly.Me:Yeah.Then I add:Give me fifteen minutes.Three dots appear, disappear, then appear again. Finally her reply comes through.Isla:Okay.That’s it. The light turns green and I put the phone down again, merging into the evening traffic. Seattle is glowing tonight, wet pavement reflecting streetlights, people rushing between restaurants and late meetings, taxis weaving through the lanes.Normally I like the drive, but tonight my mind is somewhere else e
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
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 5 The stranger at the door
ZayneI hated rain. Always had. But tonight, as I pulled into Dustfield, I didn’t even notice the slick, wet streets or the faint drizzle settling on the windshield. I parked outside the house, hands tight on the wheel. My chest was a little tighter than usual, and I hated the faint pulse of relie
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
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