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Chapter 175: Mine 4L
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2026-09-27 19:43:10
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My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 176: Learning to breathe again
Isla POVThe first thing I notice is the peace. The kind that wraps around you instead of suffocating you, the kind that lets you rest.I wake up slowly, my cheek pressed against something warm—solid—and familiar.Zayne.My fingers curl slightly where they’re resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my palm. There’s no panic in my body, it feels strange, new even.But not wrong.I tilt my head slightly, looking up at him. He’s already awake. His eyes are on me, quiet, observant, like they’ve been there for a while.“You stare a lot,” I murmur, voice still thick with sleep.His mouth tilts slightly. “You moved throughout your sleep, baby.”“That’s not the same thing.”“You stole the blanket, literally.”I narrow my eyes. “You literally sleep like a human furnace.”“That’s not my fault.”“It is when you trap me in it.”A quiet huff leaves him—almost a laugh—and something warm settles in my chest. This….this is what normal life feels like.His hand moves absently
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 175: Mine 4L
Zayne POVOne month.That’s how long it took for the chaos to quiet down.Not disappear completely, because I don’t think it ever really does—but soften enough that breathing doesn’t feel like a fight anymore. The nights are different now, quieter. No sudden flashes, no broken memories dragging me under.Just…Isla.Curled into me like she belongs there, like she always has, and maybe she has. Maybe we just had to survive everything first to realize it. I watch her from across the room now. She’s standing by the window, the same kind of window that used to trigger everything.But now?There’s no fear in her posture, no hesitation. And something in my chest settles in a way I’ve never felt before. Not anticipation, not even desire, but certainty. I don’t want a life that doesn’t have her in it. Not temporarily, nor “we’ll see how this goes.”No, I’ve done uncertainty. I’ve lived in it. Drowned in it. Lost years to it. I’m done with that. I want her fully, completely. In every version
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 174: Stay with me, Isla
Isla’s POV Three days, that’s how long I stayed gone. No calls, no messages, no explanations, just silence.Not because I didn’t care, but because I cared too much. And because everything I learned felt too heavy to bring back into the same space where I was supposed to breathe, laugh, love… live.So I ran, not physically far, but far enough. A quiet hotel, no name attached, cash payment, curtains always drawn. Just me and the truth, and for three days, I let it settle.Let it hurt, let it strip everything away until all that was left was what mattered. Zayne.—The moment I turn my phone back on, it vibrates nonstop like it’s been waiting for me. Message after message flooding in. Missed calls stacked on top of each other. Notifications that don’t stop.My chest tightens as I stare at the screen. Because I already know. I already know whose messages I’m going to open first, but I don’t. I scroll.My mom.Deadbeat (Celeste): Isla, please call me. I know you saw something. You don
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 173: Call girl
Zayne’s POVI don’t call ahead. I don’t give him the courtesy of warning. Because he didn’t give me that, not when he rewrote my mind and buried my memories. Certainly not when he turned my reality into something I couldn’t even trust.So when I step into Dr. Pierce’s office in Fairview, I don’t hesitate. I push the door open hard. The sound echoes against the walls, sharp and violent.He looks up, surprised, but not shocked. And that pisses me off more than anything else, because it means he expected this. At some point, at some time. He knew this day would come.“Zayne,” he says calmly, setting his pen down.Too calm, like I’m still just another patient walking in for a session.“You should’ve called.”I let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You should’ve left my mind alone.”Silence, thick and heavy. He studies me carefully, trying to read what I know. How much I know, how far I’ve gotten. Too bad for him, I know enough.“You remember,” he says quietly.Not a question, a statement. My
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 172: Backyard
Zayne POVI didn't make it home, I tell myself I will.I even get into the car, start the engine, pull out into traffic—but somewhere between the first turn and the second, I know I’m not going anywhere that requires me to pretend I’m fine.So I circle back. Park, kill the engine and sit.Hands resting on the steering wheel, fingers tight, breath too shallow for the silence that surrounds me. There’s a pressure building again, not the distant kind. Or the kind I can push aside with work, distraction or routine.This one is immediate, like something is knocking from the inside, demanding to be let through. I close my eyes.“Not here,” I mutter under my breath.But it doesn’t listen, it never does. It doesn’t care about timing or setting or whether I’m ready. It just comes at me hard. —Sound first, a sharp noise, door slamming open. The memory snaps into place so suddenly it makes my chest jerk. My hand tightens on the wheel, and then, I’m not in the car anymore.—A hallway, narrow,
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 171: Breakdown
Isla POVI don’t tell Zayne where I’m going. Not because I’m hiding it, or because I don’t trust him. But because I don’t know what I’m about to find. And I don’t think I can handle his reaction on top of mine if it’s… bad. And something tells me it will be. My hands tighten slightly around the small box sitting in my lap as I drive. I haven’t opened it in years, not properly.Not beyond the surface. Because everything inside it belonged to a version of my life I thought I understood. My father.Simple, ordinary. Except now, none of those words feel right anymore. I pull into the driveway of my old house slowly. The place looks the same, like time just… stopped here.Like nothing inside these walls ever changed, but I know better now. I step out of the car, the air feels different here. Like the house itself is holding onto something.Something I’ve never really looked at, not until now. The door creaks softly when I push it open. That sound alone is enough to tighten something in my
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
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 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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