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Chapter 7 The rain between us
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2026-05-13 15:03:55
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My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 155: Miss sleep walker
Isla’s POVA day later.Morning light creeps through the window in gold strips, reflecting across the floor and climbing slowly toward the bed. For a long moment I stay still, staring at the ceiling while the events of the last few days shuffle around in my head like cards that refuse to arrange themselves into something clear.And then Zayne’s words yesterday morning.My mom used to do that when I was a kid.Except the way he said it hadn’t sounded casual. It sounded… thoughtful. Like he’d remembered something he hadn’t expected to remember. I roll onto my side and reach for my phone on the nightstand.8:47 AM.Zayne already left for work an hour ago. I remember him kissing my forehead before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake me. But he still woke me anyway, not with words. Just the quiet shift of the mattress and the warmth of his body moving away from mine.The apartment is silent now. And silence is dangerous when your brain is full of questions. I unlock my phone. The bro
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 154: Check in with Dr Pierce
Zayne’s POV Four hours later, I arrived in Fairview.The building hasn’t changed. It still smells like antiseptic and expensive furniture the moment the elevator doors slide open. The hallway lights are too bright, reflecting off marble floors that make every footstep echo slightly.I step out anyway. Dr. Pierce’s office sits at the very end of the corridor, exactly where it always is. Dr. Harrington Pierce, MD — PsychiatryI stare at the name for a second longer than necessary. My jaw tightens slightly before I push the door open.The receptionist looks up from her desk. She smiles politely.“Good morning, Mr. Bellandi.”“Morning.”“You’re right on time. Dr. Pierce will see you shortly.”I sit in one of the leather chairs in the waiting area. Ten minutes later, the door to the inner office opens. Dr. Pierce steps out. He looks exactly like he always does. Mid-sixties. Silver hair. Impeccably dressed in a dark suit. Calm expression carefully practiced over years of dealing with oth
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 153: Morning wood
Isla’s POV Something warm presses against my thigh.At first my brain doesn’t register what it is. I’m half asleep, drifting somewhere between dreams and reality, wrapped in the heavy comfort of Zayne’s warmth and the slow rhythm of his breathing beside me. Then the warmth shifts, and suddenly it’s very obvious what it is. My eyes snap open.Zayne is still asleep next to me, lying on his back with one arm stretched above his head, the sheets pushed halfway down his hips.Completely naked.And unfortunately for my ability to pretend I’m still asleep… his dick is very aware that it’s morning.Heat rushes straight to my face.“Damn,” I mutter under my breath.My movement must disturb him, because his brows pull together slightly before his eyes slowly open. Dark, heavy with sleep. For a moment he just looks at me, his gaze unfocused as his brain catches up with reality.Then he notices the way I’m staring.“What?” he murmurs.His voice is deep and rough with sleep.I gesture vaguely to
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 152: Did I kill her?
Zayne’s POV My heart starts pounding harder.“Isla?” I repeated, voice low, rough from sleep.She doesn’t answer, that’s when I realize something is wrong. Her posture is strange. A cold sensation crawls down my spine. She’s not awake.I’ve seen sleepwalking before. My mother used to do it sometimes when I was a kid, wandering down the hallway at three in the morning like her mind had forgotten where her body was.Isla tilts her head slightly, like she’s listening to something far away.My jaw tightens. Slowly, I approach her like you would approach a wild animal.“Isla,” I say again, softer.Still nothing. Her eyes are open, but they’re empty. Not seeing me or the room. She’s somewhere else.“There was blood,” she murmurs again.My stomach twists.The words hit something deep inside my skull. A place I’ve been trying hard to touch. I stop a few feet behind her.My pulse thuds loudly in my ears.“Isla,” I say quietly.Her fingers drag slowly across the glass.“It was everywhere…”The
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 151: Girlfriend’s hunter
Isla’s POV My phone sits in my hand. The last message on the screen makes a small smile tug at my mouth.I glance over at Rico.He’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually near the gearshift. His expression is thoughtful, but there’s a small amused curve to his mouth like he knows something I don’t.“You’ve been staring at that message for a while,” he says.I lock the phone quickly. “I have not.”Rico chuckles. “You have.”“It’s nothing.”“Mhm.”He doesn’t push further, but the silence that follows feels heavier. The bar had been loud—music pounding through the walls, voices layered over each other, glasses clinking. Rico had ordered drinks without asking what I wanted, which somehow irritated me and made me laugh at the same time. He had talked about business, about traveling, about random stories that somehow turned into elaborate jokes. I had listened. But my mind kept drifting somewhere else. Back to the apartment, back to Zayne. Back to the way his touch
My Bestfriend’s Brother Chapter 150: Undress
I’m not worried, that’s the first lie I tell myself. The second one is that I don’t care if Isla is out tonight.Both lies taste like shit.My phone rests on the kitchen counter while I pour myself a glass of whiskey I don’t actually want. The amber liquid sloshes against the glass as I lean my hip against the counter, staring at the screen like it owes me an explanation.No new messages. The clock on the microwave blinks at 10:38 PM. Too early to be annoyed, too late to pretend I’m not.I take a slow sip of whiskey. Bad idea. Now my mind has time to imagine things.Isla sitting across from Rico. Her hair falling over one shoulder the way it always does when she laughs. The way she tucks it behind her ear when she’s listening to someone. The way her eyes soften when she’s amused.I exhale sharply and push the glass away. Jesus. I’m not the jealous type, never have been.But Rico Romano has always had a talent for pushing every instinct I possess in the wrong direction. Not because he’
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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