Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Alex’s POVBy the third time I rang the bell, my patience was already shredded.The Quinn crest gleamed on the gate like a mockery, polished and proud, while the house behind it sat too quiet. Too still. No movement behind the tall windows. No signs of life. Just silence.“She should be here,” my mother said beside me, her voice tight with restraint. “Rissa doesn’t disappear without telling someone.”“I know,” I muttered, pressing the bell again…longer this time. Harder.Still nothing.A bad feeling curled low in my gut, heavy and sharp. The kind that didn’t come from fear alone, but instinct. The kind that told you something had already gone wrong.Just as I was about to knock, the door finally opened.Kristoff stood there.Perfectly composed. Shirt crisp. Expression mildly inconvenienced, like we were interrupting his afternoon tea instead of standing at his doorstep demanding answers.“Alex,” he said smoothly. “Mrs. Quinn. This is unexpected.”“Where is my sister?” I asked immediat

Kristoff’s POV Rage is a strange thing. It doesn’t scream all at once. It coils. Tightens. Sharpens. By the time I dragged her back into the room, my hands were steady. That was how I knew I’d crossed into something colder than anger. Rissa struggled even after the door slammed shut. Not wildly…no. This time it was desperate. Silent. The kind of resistance that comes from someone who finally understands the shape of the cage they’re in. “You tried to run,” I said quietly. She lifted her head, eyes blazing despite the fear crawling through them. That fire…once, it would have softened me. Now it only annoyed me. “You stabbed my man,” I continued. “You humiliated me.” “I was escaping,” she spat. “You kidnapped me.” I laughed. A short, humorless sound. “You really still think words like that matter?” I didn’t rush what came next. There was no need. I took my time restraining her…methodical, precise…until she was secured to the chair in the center of the room. Rope. Zi

Kristoff’s POV I stood in the shadow of the palm-lined corner, engine idling low, watching the road like a hunter watches tall grass. Alex Quinn’s car was right where I expected it to be. Too close. I’d noticed him twenty minutes earlier…same black sedan, same careful distance, pretending to be invisible. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought. Fear makes people predictable. Rage even more so. And Alex was full of both. I smiled to myself and adjusted the rearview mirror. So he’d chosen to follow me instead of going home. That told me everything I needed to know. He suspected. Not enough to act…yet but enough to trail me like a dog hoping for a bone. I rolled forward slowly, deliberately, letting him think he was in control. Letting him believe I didn’t know. The city lights of Cancún blurred past as I led him farther from familiarity, farther from help. I turned when I shouldn’t have, slowed when the road begged for speed, took routes no one unfamiliar would feel comforta

Anna’s POV I was standing in a place that didn’t feel real, yet everything in it felt painfully sharp. Alex stood in front of me, whole and warm, his hands wrapped around mine like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. The world around us was quiet…too quiet..like the air itself was holding its breath. “Promise me something,” he said. I frowned, tightening my fingers around his. “Why are you talking like that?” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There was something heavy there. Final. “Take care of Nolan,” he said softly. “And my family. No matter what happens.” My chest constricted. “Alex, what are you saying? Where are you going?” He looked past me, somewhere far away, like he could already see a road I couldn’t. “I’ll try to come back in time.” “In time for what?” My voice cracked. I reached for him, panic rising fast, sharp, uncontrollable. “Alex, don’t…don’t talk like this.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tight it hurt. I clung to him, breat

Rissa’s POV Cold. That was the first thing that tore me from sleep…not sound, not pain, but a cruel, metallic cold seeping into my skin. It wrapped around my ankle like a serpent, biting down hard enough to jolt me fully awake. I gasped and tried to move. The moment I did, the metal clinked. My eyes flew open. White light burned overhead, too bright, too sharp, stabbing straight into my skull. My heart slammed against my ribs as I twisted my head to the side, breath coming out in shallow, panicked bursts. My legs…my legs wouldn’t move. Something heavy dragged against them. Cuffs. Thick. Steel. Locked tight around my ankles. “No…” I croaked, my throat raw, my voice barely there. Hands pressed down on me immediately. Strong. Unyielding. I struggled, adrenaline surging as I twisted my torso, trying to sit up, trying to kick, trying to do anything. The stretcher rattled beneath me, chains clinking like a sick kind of music. Then I saw him. Kristoff stood at my s