All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Sneaky Link : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Camille: Waking up next to Daniel was nothing short of blissful. He was sound asleep with his mouth slightly open, but his grip around me was tighter than ever. I stayed put watching him sleep, admiring what was mine. God, he was handsome. That was a fact I never forgot but I unfortunately took for granted sometimes. I let a hand stray across his chest, then down to his abs which I counted with my fingertips. It was bright now, a new day. I would have to go out and meet everything I’d escaped from the day before, but for now, I would savor the only thing that was going well for me. My boyfriend. My hand must have tickled him because he woke up with a start shortly after. He smiled when he saw me and held me even tighter, practically squeezing me before planting a deep kiss on my lips. “Morning, baby,” he greeted. “How was your night?” I pretended to think. “I had a very vivid wet dream last night,” I said. “Hmm,” he said, looking lost in thought as well. “So did

Camille: “What do you mean the police have been called? What are you talking about?” I screamed after Daniel as he rushed to his car. I struggled to catch up with him which meant I was practically running. “I know just as much about this as you do,” he said with a note of irritation I could understand. “That was all Lucia said before she ended the call.” By some crazy stroke of luck, the mechanic who was conveniently a friend of Daniel’s had just finished up with the car. I was worried about his speed as we drove to the hospital, but at the same time I wished we could be there already. “Do you think she made it up?” I asked once the thought formed inside my head. Daniel’s tsked. “What would she gain from making something like this up?” The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. When I wasn’t clutching the sides of the passenger seat for safety, the idea came alive in my head. “To get us to fight?” Daniel gripped the steering wheel harder.

Daniel: “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened in my life,” Lucia cried. “I wish you were never born. I wish I was never born. I wish mom and dad died in a car crash before the ever got the chance to conceive. I hate you so much…” I wanted to say something, but no words came out. What could I even possibly say? I’d been wasting my time by responding all this time, choosing to believe instead that my sister was just a self-obsessed brat who thought the world revolved around her… I mean, she was, but that wasn’t the point. Above all else, she was my sister, my little sister. The one five year old me had wished was a boy I could play with. The one who got me disappointed with how much she cried and turned as red as a tomato for months after she was born. She was the one I’d grown up with, the one I’d had to protect and felt good doing it. The one who smiled at me with no teeth and made me feel like a great older brother. The one who ran to me when our parents were a

Daniel: “I already told your sister all of this just before I asked her to go home and get some sleep so it’s not so easy for me to report it all again but I’ll try. Cam…she was adopted.” I blinked, waiting for more. I already knew that. Did she really think that would be a blow to hear? When she realized I didn’t react to her news, she continued. “We didn’t adopt her as a baby though. She was adopted when she was seven and before then, she’d been in many foster homes and had ‘psychological issues’ caused by trauma. Her birth parents did a shit job of raising her. They were either always high or drunk and didn’t protect her enough from seeing things a girl her age wasn’t supposed to see. They fought all the time in front of her, said awful things to each other and it was almost always physical. When she was five years old, her mother was arrested as a suspect in her father’s murder and she was moved to a foster family who only wanted her for government money. Eventually, s

Camille: There was silence for a long while. It seemed as though they were giving me time to process what I’d just heard. But I knew it was all in my head. They still thought I was unconscious and that was why they spilled everything. “I didn’t go after Rhea because I knew you fancied her. I already liked her. It’s not my fault she liked me back,” Daniel said. From how he sounded, I deduced he must have tried to explain that a hundred times before. “That’s bull crap and you know it,” she said offhandedly and returned to her position beside me. “It’s not,” Daniel cut in. “I accept it. I should have stepped back when you confessed how you felt about her to me and I didn’t. That makes me guilty, but you have to admit…” “Don’t say it,” she said threateningly. “She did not like you back, Lucia. That’s just the truth.” “If you hadn’t come into the picture, she would have realized her feelings for me sooner or later. How would she like me back when you of all people s