Semua Bab New Brother: Bab 61 - Bab 70

HaileyUpon my command, Jenna just looked at me and smiled."Well... well...." She stepped closer, her confidence untouched—for a woman who ruined lives like it was a sport, "You can be tough too, huh? How'd he like that?" Her voice dripped sarcasm. "He only ever went for soft targets. That's how we started, you know? Blowjobs in the car. Sex behind his daddy's club. And then I got smarter—played the sick little puppy. He made it official real fast."I rolled my eyes. "Only to dump you later. Cute story."I didn't want her and Damien's twisted sex fairytale. Whatever the hell it was—it wasn't my problem."That was because of you, you fucking bitch."The rage finally broke through her polished facade, flaming in her eyes, "I saw how he looked at you. Like you hung the damn stars. And yeah, maybe he likes you... but it doesn't matter now. He already proposed. There's no going back. He's mine. I won."I gave her a cold laugh, "Oh? I didn't realize we were in a race. Congratulations, Jenna

Hailey“Oh, come on, Hailey! It’s not like I’m not attracted to you or anything. I’d give anything to fuck you right now,” Carter’s voice trailed after me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. I sped down the pavement, and he followed—his car crawling beside me, windows down, ego wide open, “I just thought—it’d be a flex to show him I had the balls to be with his sister. You know? Ego boost. Most guys do it.”“Most guys?” I scoffed, barely slowing down. “You mean insecure little boys like you, Carter. I’m not your pawn in whatever twisted game you’ve got going on with Damien. I don’t give a damn about your macho pissing contest—I just wanted a break. A distraction. But staying around you? All drama, zero peace.”“Hey! I was trying to have a good time too!” he shot back, a bit too defensive. “And I didn’t know your brother would show up with his little trophy fiancée, okay? I just—maybe I thought snapping a photo of us would piss him off. That’s all. I didn’t use you.”I stopped walking and

HaileyJenna was at the house again.From the sounds drifting upstairs, I could tell she and everyone else—including her ever-charming fiancé—were playing cards. Before anyone could come knocking to invite me, I had already grabbed my phone and called Carter.He picked up before the first ring finished."I saw this call from a mile away, Little One," he had said. Of course.Soon enough, I rummaged through my closet and found something decent—a white mini dress with a sweetheart neckline and thick white heels to match. Maybe I put on makeup to pass the time. Maybe I did it to feel something. Either way, just as I finished fixing my lipstick, Carter’s text popped up."I’m waiting."Fast as always, Classic Carter Hayes."Coming," I replied, grabbing my purse.His response came immediately."So soon?" Wink emoji. Of course. I rolled my eyes at the innuendo and headed downstairs.As expected, I caught Mom halfway up the stairs—probably coming to drag me into their little game ritual I’d ra

Hailey In my whole life, there had only been a few fleeting moments when I wasn't afraid. When I wasn't scared. When I wasn't holding my breath, waiting for life to collapse and prove that my little sick dream of love and happiness was just that—a delusion. But then Damien came into my life, and for once, I thought maybe... maybe it wasn't a dream.I stopped being afraid. I stopped being scared.I started being me.But then—He ripped the illusion away. And once again, fate laughed in the face of poor little Hailey, who dared to imagine a beautiful life. It knocked me backward into my past. Yes, it did. But nothing—nothing—Damien ever did could shove me that far back the way this moment did.This fight between Damien and Carter was primal. Brutal. Ugly.They were tearing into each other like rabid dogs.Fists. Blood. Rage.It all blurred.I didn't even remember how it started. Just that it wouldn't stop.My breathing grew heavier, hands trembling as tears welled in my eyes. The memo

Hailey In the morning, there was a scene at the house. Mom and Coby were finally back—they hadn’t been home last night for whatever reason. But now, the energy in the room was sharp enough to slice through skin. Coby was pissed. At Damien. I stepped out of my room, halfway down the stairs on my mission to get bitter coffee to keep my system functioning, when I caught the tail end of it. The yelling. The cold silence. And Damien—sitting at the breakfast table like a broken statue, bruised and bloodied, looking like hell and pretending he didn’t hear a damn thing.  Coby was demanding answers. His voice sharp, accusing. Mom? She tried to cover for him. Of course. But Coby knew his son too well to fall for that. I didn’t stick around. Just walke