All Chapters of HER LOST BROTHER IS A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Suddenly, without much warning from the sky, rain began to fall. It came fast, breaking up the tense moment like it had a purpose, almost like it was on Jake's side. Well, at least now she won’t walk away right after saying her piece, he thought. This gives me a little more time. Maybe I can still explain. Perhaps I can fix it.Samantha didn’t wait. She rushed into the nearest empty classroom for shelter.But Jake stayed right where he was. The rain soaked through his clothes in minutes, but he didn’t care. He stood still, letting the cold drops hit his skin—like punishment, he told himself. He didn’t even wipe his face. Maybe this was what he deserved.From the window, Samantha watched him. He wasn’t even trying to move, but he was standing there, holding his phone tightly in both hands.Jake’s thoughts were a mess. His heart pounded, not because of the cold or the rain, but because of one thing he feared most at that moment: his phone. He stared down at it. God, please don’t let thi

"Please, girls," Samantha said suddenly, her voice tight. "I need to see Daniel now."All three of her friends turned to her at once. "Who is Daniel?" they asked in near unison."Jake’s course coordinator—the one I told you about," she explained quickly. I promise I’ll be back soon. Please, let me go."Before they could stop her or ask more questions, she grabbed her bag and headed out. Tasha called after her, "Babe, be careful, we’ll be right here waiting—just don’t take forever with him!”Samantha offered a faint smile but didn’t say a word.She found Daniel already seated at the outdoor chair behind the Engineering Block."Hi, Dan," she said, trying to mask her nerves. "What’s up? You’re here already?"Daniel looked up, “Yes. Please, take a seat.”Samantha sat. She could tell this wasn’t going to be small talk.Daniel cleared his throat.“I saw you and Jake in one of the lecture rooms,” Daniel said softly, “It was raining. I didn’t mean to watch, or believe what I saw—but I did.

It was just after 7:00 a.m. when Samantha stepped out of their small apartment, ready to head to school.As Samantha stepped outside and took a few steps from the door,She froze after she looked up. It was Mr. Vega again—the landlord —and he wasn’t alone.Beside him walked a tall, broad-shouldered man whose presence hit like a warning. His face was carved into a scowl, eyes unreadable, like someone used to settling things without too many words.She didn’t need explanations or a guess. She knew exactly why they were here.Rent.Consequences.Trouble—back again.Without thinking, Samantha darted back inside.“Mum!” she called in a hurry. “It’s the landlord! He’s on his way here—with someone.”Lillian looked up from the kitchen, where she stood in a simple t-shirt and leggings, holding a steaming cup of tea.“What?” she asked.Before Samantha could explain, the doorbell rang—sharp, impatient, almost angry.Lillian exchanged a glance with her daughter, then exhaled slowly.She walked t

The doctor and the nurses quietly gathered their clipboards, files, and equipment, their movements purposeful but gentle. One by one, they stepped out of the room, letting the door close softly behind them.But just before leaving, the doctor turned and said, “Sir, could you please come with me to my office?”Nathan stood without hesitation and followed the doctor down the corridor. Once seated in the small, warmly lit office, the doctor leaned forward, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.“Your daughter,” he began, voice calm but serious, “is incredibly lucky.”Nathan swallowed, listening intently.“The speed of the car… if it had hit her directly, I doubt she’d be here now. I believe the driver made a last-second attempt to slow down—he must’ve done everything he could. And even though he took off after dropping her here, I think it was fear. He probably thought she was dead… but she wasn’t. She fainted from shock. So, apart from the little scratches on her body

Lillian’s brows furrowed deeply as she stared at Gloria. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” she asked, voice low, disbelief heavy in every syllable.Gloria blinked. “Ah-ah, Lillian, don’t tell me you’re doubting me, oh.”“I’m not doubting you,” Lillian replied slowly, “I’m just… struggling to make sense of this.You said a stranger came to town.A boy.How does that connect to me?To my family?”Gloria planted her feet and exhaled sharply.“Why are you acting as if the disappearance of your son no longer means anything to you? I don’t understand this reaction.I expected you to leap up! To grab my hand and beg me to take you to him immediately. But look at you… You’re behaving like a doubting Thomas.”Lillian’s shoulders tensed. Her eyes dropped to the ground, then back to Gloria’s face.“No, na,” she said carefully. “You shouldn’t expect me just to jump up and call attention to the world that my son is back, without solid proof.“Are you coming or not?” Gloria asked, her voice tig