All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EMILY'S POV "Emily," I heard Olivia’s voice and slowly turned my head toward the door. She was walking in, her expression tight with concern, and beside her was Mara, whose face looked just as solemn. The air in the room grew heavy with their presence, and I already knew what they were going to say. "We are sorry about what happened," Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper. I stared at both of them, my heart hardened by the pain I was still swimming in. “You don’t have to apologize,” I replied coldly. “You weren’t the one who made me lose my baby.” I looked between them, letting my eyes settle on each of them in turn. “Which one of you informed Ethan?” There was a moment of hesitation, then Olivia stepped forward. “I did it.” My eyes sharpened. “And why?” 

EMILY'S POV Ever since the day I slapped Victoria multiple times in the open yard, chaos followed. The guards had dragged me off her, cuffed my wrists tightly, and shoved me into the cold, pitch-black solitude of the penitentiary's solitary cell. There was no light. No sound. Just me, my grief, and the haunting memories that kept replaying like a broken tape. I screamed, cried, and scratched the walls, trying to release the fury inside, but no one came. Time was meaningless there. I didn’t know if it was day or night. Minutes felt like hours, and hours stretched into eternity. The only thing that eventually pulled me out of that pit was Ethan. He intervened, twisting the legal process and leveraging every ounce of influence he had. I don’t know what strings he pulled or what price he paid, but it worked. Suddenly, I was released. I walked out of the penitentiary gates like someone waking from a nightmare. The

EMILY'S POV I headed back to Olivia's house, my mind replaying the confrontation with Celeste over and over again. Her smug smile, her false innocence, her calm while standing on the ashes of what she destroyed, all of it fueled a rage I tried hard to bury beneath the surface. As I stepped inside Olivia's house, the tension in the air was immediate. Olivia and Mara were pacing the living room like two women who had just seen a ghost. The moment they laid eyes on me, they rushed over. Olivia grabbed one wrist while Mara gripped the other, urgency etched into their faces. "We saw it on the television," Mara said, her voice laced with disbelief, eyes wide as she pointed to the flat-screen mounted on the wall. The news was still replaying the bookstore incident. My face on the screen. My voice echoing in the room. The room was filled with shocked murmurs from the news anchors, debating whether my claims were true or another

EMILY'S POV I rushed into the sterile, cold hospital room, the heavy door slamming open with the force of my entrance. The harsh click of the latch echoed sharply in the otherwise quiet room. The white walls, spotless and clinical, seemed to close in around me, but my focus was unshakable. My eyes scanned the scene before me, and my heart nearly stopped. There she was, Celeste Hale standing beside the incubators that cradled the two fragile lives I had sworn to protect. Her slender fingers hovered dangerously near the power switch of the life-sustaining machine that kept the twins alive. Time seemed to slow as I took in the sight: the tiny forms of the babies enclosed in their clear, plastic cocoons, their delicate chests rising and falling with the assistance of the machines, the soft rhythmic beeping that marked every heartbeat, every breath. And then, Celeste’s hand, just inches from cutting all of it off. A fur

EMILY'S POV I turned around slowly, and there he was, Ethan, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The moment our eyes met, time paused. My chest rose and fell heavily, weighed by everything unspoken between us. Behind him stood Olivia, her eyes briefly flickering between the two of us. "I'll give you guys some space by heading to my home," Olivia said gently, offering a small nod before turning and walking away. She didn’t wait for me to respond maybe she already knew this was a moment that needed no audience. The door closed softly behind her, and now it was just Ethan and me. He stepped into the room, his presence filling the space more than it ever had before. He was dressed casually, just a simple shirt and dark jeans but somehow, it made him look even more devastatingly handsome. It reminded me of all the little fantasies I used to have of us raising a boy and a girl together. Children w