All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆“Did you really love her?”Mr. Dylan didn’t respond. He just stared through me. My mother’s maiden name must have struck him more than I thought it would. “Mr. Dylan?”Still no response. His mouth parted. His shoulders slumped. Then his eyes found mine, not the ghost he had been staring at through me. He was eventually seeing me.“I owe you the truth,” he mumbled.He was going to tell me, I thought happily. Finally.“Your mother—she—she and I… were close. We were in love. Deeply in love.” He smiled softly as memories of her flooded him. “She was—she was everything—everything to me. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. We were going to—”“SUMMER!”The scream echoed through the hallway so loudly that it nearly knocked me backward. It was Sienna. She was barefoot. Eyes wild. Hair a whole tornado. She skidded around the corner like she’d been running for her dear life. She paused when she saw us.“SUMMER—Hayden—he—”“What happened?”She gulped a sob. “He’s hur

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆The air didn’t just go still. It curdled. Countess Geneviève stepped closer, and her perfume wrapped around my throat like a lace noose. It smelled expensive, suffocating, sweet enough to rot my fucking teeth.Her smile stayed soft, but her eyes… her eyes were pits. Cold. Bottomless. And weirdly patient. I wanted to tell them to their faces that they were liars. That my mother died of cancer, not whatever twisted story they were trying to feed me.I watched cancer eat my mom up until she was frail and small, until there was nothing left of her to eat. I held her hand as she faded. And when she couldn't sing to me anymore, I sang to her.I would have lived my entire fucking life believing that version of her death even if it scarred me. Her tragic end was medical. It was logical. She was sick and died. It didn't involve monsters hiding under human skin. Right now, cancer doesn't sound so bad, I thought to myself. It felt merciful. It gave her a fighting chance. She co

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥The last thing I remember was my bare fists pummeling the punching bag like it had somehow offended me. While the others slept, I’d stirred awake, still consumed by the anger I’d carried to bed with me. It took everything in me to keep the beast inside from breaking loose.I didn’t want Summer to see me like that. I didn’t want her thinking I couldn’t control my emotions… or handle Jake, with his delusional, possessive obsession with her. The way he looks at her like she belongs to him annoys the hell out of me. He looks at my girl as if she were cheating on him with me. Can you imagine that? It’s sick.And I didn’t want my nugget worrying about me, or wondering what I might've done if she weren't here to keep me in check. What I needed was to punch something. To work out my emotions, in disguise of working out my body.It was something I’d always done and have learned to harness since I was a boy. But there were limits to how much the beast inside me coul

♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡ 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥Dad was busy talking with a group of businessmen. He still managed to entertain my questions, smiling occasionally. He never knew that, further down the years, he’d turn out to be a little too cold and hard on us. He never knew he’d bury his head in his work even more than he did now. Back then, he was Dad. The man who took us to parks, aquariums, malls. The man who let us sit on his office desk and scribble on his important papers because he said, “What’s work without a little chaos?” He was always there whenever we needed him.Nancy was his favourite. He never said it, but even a blind man could see it. Whatever she said was like a sacred commandment he needed to obey. She was his girl.But that didn't mean he loved Jake and me any less. We were so happy together. I was delighted until Nancy found out the truth and told me. Some days, I wish she never had.Look what fucking happened to her. She‘s buried under cold California soil. What killed her was

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹FOUR WEEKS LATER🌹🌹🌹“It is with great sorrow that we gather here today for the burial of a young, promising man, a friend, a son, who was just a boy...”The priest’s voice droned on, hollow and echoing from the massive screen bolted to the wall.“He put up a good fight until his last breath. The death of Hayden Dylan has left a gaping hole in our hearts, one that can not be filled. But we know he’s in a better place. He was a flower planted in God’s great garden. And now he has returned home, to a better place.”I couldn't peel my gaze from the screen. Tears never came. Not when I needed them. Hayden is not dead, I told myself. No. I refused to believe he’s gone. My wrist burned from the cuffs. I’d been held hostage for so long, I’d lost track of time.After I was stabbed with a needle, everything went dark. Complete Darkness. Sharp, stale, suffocating. It pressed against my face, my lungs, my thoughts.I didn't know how long I’d slept. It felt more like I ha