Semua Bab Seducing My Ex's Brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

EMILY’S POV Camille’s voice was sharp, cutting through the noise like a knife. "No difference between you and Wednesday, that devilish girl from the Wednesday series," she spat out, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. I turned slowly to face her, my lips curling into a smirk. "And do you think you’re any different? Laurel Gates should have been your mother. The two of you share the same rotten traits—manipulative, cruel, and desperate for attention." Her face flushed red, and I could see the way her jaw tightened before she spun around and stormed off angrily, her heels clicking furiously against the floor. Daniel, who had been watching from the side with a dark expression, stepped forward. His eyes bored into me. "What she said… is it true?" he asked, his voice low but firm.

Emily's POV I rushed into the restroom, my chest tightening as I closed the door behind me. My hands were shaking when I unfolded the paper again, even though I already knew the words by heart. "Don't trust everyone. Mara is hiding a secret from you." I read it out loud, my voice barely more than a whisper, but hearing it made it feel more real somehow. My stomach twisted. I kept reading the message again and again until the letters blurred together. My head started to spin, and I grabbed the edge of the sink for balance. Who sent this? And why? Mara and I had known each other for some months now. We'd talk most times, she helps me out and I do the same too even Olivia do tease about my friendship with Mara. But the seed of doubt had already rooted itself deep inside me, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. I let out a shaky breath and crumpled the pap

I went home with my head spinning. Mara's words echoed in my mind over and over, making me feel dizzy with confusion. She had cried. She had begged me to believe her. And the way she looked at me  like she was truly innocent made my heart twist painfully. I wanted to trust her. I really did. But then I would remember that post, my design, and my signature right there for the world to see. It didn’t make sense, and the more I thought about it, the more tangled my thoughts became. When I stepped inside the house, I found Olivia sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The moment she saw me, she stood up quickly, her eyes sharp and full of questions. "Well?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Did you confront her? What did she say?" I dropped my bag on the floor and sank into the nearest chair, feeling completely drained. I rubbed my temples as I let out a long, shaky breath.&nb

 Two days later, I stood in front of Vera Label again, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. The tall glass doors reflected my face back at me, tired eyes, tight lips, a face I barely recognized anymore. I took in a deep breath, but even that felt shaky. I was here to meet Liana, the brand lead, to discuss everything — the stolen designs, the lies, the betrayal that had ripped me apart. Olivia and I had worked hard gathering all the proof. It was solid now. And yet, my chest still felt heavy, like a stone was sitting on it. As I stepped inside, the cool air wrapped around me, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. My mind was a storm. I had prepared myself for this, but part of me still wished it wasn’t true. I had only taken a few steps toward Liana’s office when I heard a voice I now hated but had once trusted with my whole heart. "Emily!" M

"Victim," I repeated slowly, as though the word tasted bitter in my mouth. "Yes, victim," Liana reaffirmed with a calm face, as if that settled everything. I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped my lips. My fists clenched at my sides. "What are you trying to say, Ms. Liana?" I asked, my voice shaking now ....  a mix of confusion, frustration, and the fury building in my chest. "Are you saying I should just believe that Mara is innocent? After everything that’s happened?" My head spun. My hands clenched into fists on my lap. "But that’s not true," I whispered, then repeated louder. "That’s not true! I have proof. Real proof. Olivia tracked the account and the phone location. It all leads back to Mara." Liana leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "Emily, I’m not saying I fully believe Mara. That’s why this investigation is ongoing. But