All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“You followed Edward to fetch some firewood.”“Where are you heading with this?”“Let me finish.”“John Andrew was there.”“Edward died. He was allergic to bee stings. Everyone knew that when he almost died from one back in fifth grade.”“And somehow, you’re convinced I killed him.”“I didn’t say you did.”“It’s obvious that’s what you’re implying,” Jake stated.“You insisted on following him and John.”“It’s not my fault nature wanted him gone. I didn’t send those bees to sting him.”“It feels like it’s exactly what you did.”“Congratulations, Summer. You sound insane.”I shut my mouth at once. The restaurant felt impossibly quiet, even with people talking and silverware clinking around us. My chest throbbed like it might burst.“Is this why you called me here?” Jakes asked, leaning forward. “To find out if I was one of the bees that stung Edward?”“You really think now’s the time to be sarcastic?”“Oh, so when you do it, it’s fine?”“I want the truth,” I said almost

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ Why wouldn’t Hayden remember? If Jake had done something back then, it only meant one thing—he was twisted long before the world ever knew it. “Do you think it happened before your accident?” His voice came low, strangled. “I don’t remember.” I leaned closer, heart drumming. The hesitation, the shadow passing over Hayden’s face… I saw it all. He was telling the truth. He truly didn’t remember. I searched his gaze, but he didn’t blink. “I don’t know why I said that,” he breathed. “I don’t remember anything.” “Was it Nancy?” My throat ached. “I don’t believe you killed her. What if Jake did it and Tara lied to cover up for him?” “I don’t remember, Summer.” His gaze turned on me, wounded, bewildered. “Why would Jake kill his own sister?” I had no answer. Only silence. “Right… let’s just sleep.” His sigh was long, weary. He drew me against him, but even in his arms, sleep came like an enemy. It circled, it mocked, but it never touched me. It didn’t touch him eith

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆I stumbled to my feet, my chest heaving. “Do what?”Her tears spilled harder, mascara smearing like ink. “Don’t play dumb with me! You think I don’t know? I told you not to report to the dean.”“I didn’t do anything!” I shouted back, throat raw.‘Liar!’ she shrieked, lunging again, but Rowan held her back with both arms.She nearly lost her grip until Evan assisted her. For a moment the whole room was chaos—Celeste sobbing, thrashing; Rowan swearing under her breath; Evan’s muscles straining. And me, standing there, shaking, caught between guilt and fury.“I didn’t do anything wrong. I did the right thing,” I yelled.And God, the way Celeste looked at me—like I was the monster. Like I’d ripped the carpet from under her feet. “She’s out of her mind, Summer,” Evan said.But Celeste wasn’t out of her mind. Not really. She knew exactly what she was saying. Her face twisted, grief and rage clawing at each other. She stopped fighting.“Let me go,” she grumbled, sniffing.

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡The bass rattled the floor under my boots. I felt it in my chest, deep and steady. Classes were done. I came to the club to work. To breathe a little.I’d had a trusted PI tail Tara back home. We hadn’t spoken since before she entered New York. Then Jake called me that day—and I heard Summer’s voice in the background. Minutes later, Mark rang. He said he’d found a girl who might have something on Tara.I knew her the second I saw the picture he sent—Mary. That’s when I told him to get her out of Saunterville. But when the evidence landed on my desk, it wasn’t against Tara at all. It was against Jake. My own brother.To get to Tara, you'd have to go through Jake first. So I planned to do just that. I never really understood the kind of love she had for her son. Half the time, it felt less like love and more like an obsession with protecting the family name.So I made my choice—I’d protect Mary. Keep her safe. Because if Tara really planned Maxine’s accident, then Mary

◇◇CELESTE'S POV◇◇I crept downstairs toward the landing. Peeked over the banister. Completely out of sight. My mother was standing in the foyer like she owned the place, chin high, lipstick perfect. She doesn’t belong here. Stacy’s absence left the air crackling, but my mother filled it like it was just another job opening.“Lower your voice,” my dad said through clenched teeth.Mom didn’t lower anything.“Where’s my daughter?”“She’s upstairs. She didn’t know I called you here.”My mom sighed. Then she spoke with a much calmer voice. “Richard, you know she’s wasting her time in that ridiculous university. Celeste was made for the runway. Magazine covers. She’s ethereal. She has agencies waiting. Why should she rot in classrooms when she could be earning?”“She doesn’t want that life anymore.”“Since when does what she wants matter?” Mom asked.“It matters to me,” said Dad.“If it did, you wouldn’t be here. You abandoned her when she needed you the most. So don’t act like you care ab