All Chapters of Dear Ex, I Want Your Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam's POVThank God the waiter finally came over with drinks. I was really thirsty, and I could tell Daisy was too. But something felt strange—why did she get champagne and I got juice? That didn’t make any sense. While she wasn’t looking—just as she raised her glass to her lips and then put it back down—I quickly switched our drinks. I didn’t want her getting drunk tonight. It wasn’t the time or place for that. I immediately gulped mine down and turned my attention elsewhere like nothing had happened.“This is odd, why does this taste like juice?” Daisy mumbled under her breath. My ears picked it up easily. I looked at her glass, then at her face. A small smile crept up on my lips and she noticed it.She rolled her eyes at me and then took another sip. A few moments later, our attention was pulled away by the event's MC.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began in a loud, sassy voice that didn’t quite match the fancy event. “Why don’t we get this party started!” she yelled. She nodded towa

Trey's POVI'm starting to feel like Anna was sent tonight to ruin all my damn plans, because why the hell does she keep calling me every now and then? Like seriously, what does she want now? Attention? A man to cry to? I already told her I had things to do. Made it clear too. She’s not stupid—she should take a goddam hint. Now back to the real issue—Daisy.“Goddamn it, where is she?” I muttered, running a frustrated hand through my hair, my eyes scanning every inch of the ballroom. My mind was going crazy. “And where the hell is Liam too?” I stormed toward the table where they’d been sitting earlier. Empty.The table looked untouched, like they’d just vanished. Just disappeared into thin air. My jaw clenched.“Oh my gosh, that dance from President Daisy and her husband was something else.....so intense,” one of the female guests giggled behind me, her voice loud and excited like a teenage girl watching a rom-com.“I bet you if we weren’t here, Liam would've stolen more than just a ki

Daisy's POVLiam left the house early this morning. As soon as he got that phone call, his mood changed. He became quiet and distant. He didn’t say much to me, just that he had to go to the office for an urgent matter. But I could see it in his eyes—something wasn’t right. My heart told me he was in danger, and I wasn’t going to sit and do nothing.As soon as I stepped out of his room, I picked up my phone and called my driver.“Hello, Madam,” he answered politely.“Liam will be leaving soon . Please, place a tracker on his car. I have a bad feeling,” I said quietly, making sure no one else could hear me.“Understood, Madam. I’ll take care of it right away,” he replied.I ended the call and rushed to my room. I needed to get ready quickly. If my gut feeling was right, then the sooner I followed Liam, the better. I took a quick shower and dressed in black leggings and a long-sleeved cropped top. I slipped on a comfortable pair of sneakers, tied my hair into a bun, and wore dark sunglas

Daisy’s POV"Come on, Daisy. No falling in love," I kept repeating the words silently in my head. That mantra had become my shield since Trey broke my heart. I had promised myself never to feel that kind of pain again. Never to be weak again. Never to give my heart to anyone again.I stood at the edge of Liam’s bed, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like a child lost in a dream. His long lashes rested softly and the bandage near his hairline reminded me of everything that had happened. My hand lifted slowly, stopping just above his head. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair. Would it be soft? Would it bring comfort to him? Would it bring comfort to me?But I couldn’t do it. I pulled my hand back. I didn’t have the right.I was lying to myself, giving myself excuses just to stay close to him. That had to stop. I turned around and quietly picked up my phone from the table in his room. I needed a distraction. I needed to talk to someone who could

Anna’s POVA few days passed, and Commissioner James truly kept to his word. Or should I say—he did even more than I expected. He found a way for me to talk to Trey in prison. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I knew I had to do this. There were too many questions that only Trey could answer.I wore an all black outfit. Black trousers and a black top. My black shades covered half my face. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I wasn’t here as Queen Anna Turner today. I was just Anna, a woman on a mission.When I arrived at the prison, the strong smell of coffee hit my nose immediately. It was sharp and bitter, just like I remembered it from government buildings. Officers were everywhere, dressed in full uniform with badges on their chests and guns strapped to their waists. The place was cold and smelled of metal, sweat and strong coffee.“May I help you, ma’am?” a voice startled me from behind. I quickly turned, my heart jumping for a second. I took off my shades and met the eyes