All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡His eyes flicked to me. “Yes, she did. It was the last time we ever saw each other. It was the day she promised never to disturb our lives again. I was headed out when we met. She said she hated the garden. Geneviève didn’t like that very much. We know how much Geneviève loves her garden. I left your mom with Tara. They discussed the adoption process before she left.”Adoption? You gotta be kidding me. Why hadn’t anyone told me this before? This just changed everything. The last time I saw my mom was when she dropped me off at the Dylan’s mansion. She promised to return for me. But she never did.My mother must have come to France to pick me up during one of the holidays. But I never got to see her. If she met Tara and Countess Geneviève, she must have been there to see me, not to give me away. I didn’t believe she’d ever give me away that easily.“She must have come here to take me home,” I said quietly. “Not to give me away. If she met Tara and Geneviève, she must’

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹Okay. Imagine the pure, incandescent urge to kick a woman you’ve just met square in her perfectly sculpted face, just because she annoys the hell out of you. That was me. I had the sweetest itch to kick that bitch.Yes—Sienna. My boyfriend’s cousin. I fantasise about redecorating her face. What in the actual fuck is wrong with her? Answer: everything, in the most exhausting, performative ways.🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹I hadn’t heard Jake’s voice outside the door until Sienna’s knock—the kind that announces entitlement—slammed me awake. Then she mentioned his name. I wondered if they came together.For half a breath I thought: ignore her. Be the bigger person. Be the cliché “mature girlfriend.” Then a plan—not even a plan, an instinct—crossed my mind and refused to leave.I didn’t have a blueprint. I had a motive. Anything that would make Sienna choke on her own smugness felt like art. Call it petty; call it therapy. Call it whatever keeps me sane.“The bastard son a

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡Why the hell would Tara want to see Summer? And alone, for God’s sake. I didn’t want Summer going with her. After that talk with my dad, Tara’s evil radar just went off, spinning out of control. I leaned against the opposite wall, staring at the door Summer had vanished behind. A part of me wondered if Countess Geneviève was waiting inside too.Tara never did anything without her mother’s hand pulling the strings. She wouldn’t meet Summer alone. Not here. Not in this house.My pulse still hadn’t slowed since the fight Summer had with Sienna. Or should I say the beating Summer gave Sienna?I could still see my girlfriend—wild, furious, covered in dirt and sunlight, like chaos personified. And I was proud. God help me, I was proud. Sienna was just as nasty as the rest. Sometimes I dared to think she was in the same boat as Jake, or worse than he ever was.But now, all I could do was wait. My gaze landed on my wristwatch. It had been just a minute since Summer went into

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆The door creaked open, and there he was. Mr. Dylan. Hayden’s father. His shadow swallowed the doorway like a threat in human form. And behind him, Hayden stood—my anchor in this ocean of madness.Mr. Dylan’s eyes swept over me only briefly, with the same detached scrutiny a displeased father might give a girl he just caught in bed with his depraved son. His jaw tightened. It wasn't much, but it was enough to speak volumes for a man with that much power.“Summer,” he said, in a tone that suggested he had no wish to say my name at all. “What brings you here?”“Mrs. Tara wanted to see me,” I answered.He gave a slight nod, but his focus stayed intensely behind me now. He shifted, allowing me to pass. Hayden grabbed my hand immediately, pulling me against himself. The warmth of him enveloped me as his arms wrapped around my small frame.Mr. Dylan looked at us. “I'd like to have a word with my wife and mother-in-law. You can leave without me, son. Take Summer with you.”Th

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ Hayden stood over Jake, chest rising and falling, fists clenched, eyes blazing with a fury I had never ever seen in him. “Touch her again with those hands,” he growled. “And I’ll fucking break them.” No one moved. No one breathed. Even Jake went perfectly still on the floor, staring up at Hayden as the blood on his lip dripped like he was too afraid to swallow. Like he finally understood what kind of monster he’d provoked. Hayden didn’t look at anyone else. He didn’t explain himself. Nor did he apologize. He turned to me. And when his eyes found mine, the fury softened as if to remind me he wasn’t dangerous to me. Only to everyone else. “Summer,” he said quietly. Commanding. Certain. “Come here.” My body obeyed before my mind could even catch up. Behind him, Jake lay on the floor like a poorly acted war casualty, and Tara exploded right on cue. “You raised your hand on your brother?” she shrieked. Her voice scraped every inch of my skull. She rushed to Ja