All Chapters of HER LOST BROTHER IS A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Samantha’s phone buzzed again.She picked it up quickly.“Hello, Tasha! I was just about to call you. I’m done getting ready—let’s meet at Joan’s hostel.”“Okay,” Tasha replied.“Marian and Naomi are already here with me.”“Perfect,” Samantha said, smiling.But before Tasha could finish her sentence, Samantha interrupted gently.“Please hang up—I need to take another call.”She switched lines.“Hello, Joan?”“Sam! Where are you girls? Time is flying!”“We’re on our way to your place,” Samantha assured her.“Just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”Meanwhile, Tasha, Marian, and Naomi arrived at Joan’s hostel first.Joan opened the door and burst into laughter.“Babe, come on! What is all this? This isn’t a hook-up night!” she teased.“My boyfriend is coming—what do you expect me to wear?” Tasha said, striking a pose.“Same here,” Marian added with a wink.Naomi twirled dramatically.“Tonight, I need to look extra hot at the party,” Naomi said, striking a pose.“I’m burning every ve

Samantha lay quietly on the bed, wrapped in the flat sheet, her body still humming from the night before. She felt shy—her cheeks warm, her heart fluttering. Jake had finally held her the way he’d always dreamed, and now everything felt… different. Real.Her phone buzzed beside her.She reached for it slowly, her voice soft and tired.“Hello, Tasha… good morning.”“Good morning, Sam. Just wanted to let you know—we’re ready to head out.”Samantha blinked, then picked up her phone to check the time.9:05 AM.So quick? she thought. Her body was still aching from the party, and from the quiet pleasure she and Jake had shared.“Hello, babe,” she said, her voice low.“You girls can go. I’ll find my way home.”“Okay,” Tasha replied, then ended the call.Jake turned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“That was your friend?”“Yes… They’re leaving now,” Samantha said, still feeling shy.Jake smiled.“They should be going. We will be leaving soon—maybe around 11. I’ll get something

“How dare she insult me like that?” Samantha continued, pacing. “What does she think she has? A few coins and a fake smile? She thinks that’s enough to erase love? To erase me?”Jake stepped in front of her, his voice steady. “She doesn’t know you, Sam. She doesn’t know your strength. And she doesn’t know what we have.”Samantha’s eyes softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. “She tried to buy me off like I’m like her or what exactly?. Like I’m a price tag she can tear off and toss aside?”Robert finally spoke. “Don’t mind her, she’s just desperate. And desperation makes people foolish. But you—you're not just anyone. You’re family. You’re the woman my son chose. And no one can put a price on that.”Samantha took a deep breath, her fire slowly settling into resolve.“She’ll learn,” she said quietly. “One way or another, she’ll learn.”Jake reported, his voice was tight.“Dad, you should’ve seen how Julia treated Samantha and her friends. On their way back from school, she

“What?”The word ricocheted through the room like a gunshot.Guests sprang to their feet, chairs scraping against the floor. Confusion rippled across every face.Gloria stepped forward, her voice sharp with disbelief. “What do you mean by that?”“In-law, please… what’s going on?” Lillian asked, her tone pleading, eyes wide with concern.Jake turned slowly, his gaze locking onto his father. His voice was barely a whisper. “Dad…?”Robert stood unmoved, his expression carved from stone.“I’ve made myself clear,” he said, each word deliberate. “Whether you like it or not, the wedding is canceled.”A stunned silence fell. Samantha’s hand trembled at her side. Her mother sank back into her seat, lips parted in shock.“There’s nothing anyone can do,” Robert continued, his voice final. “It’s over.”Jake took a step forward, his voice rising. “Why? What happened? You can’t just—”But Robert didn’t flinch. His eyes held no trace of doubt, only a quiet storm.Samantha stared at him, her heart po

Robert took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly as if bracing for impact. “Son…” he began, his voice low and heavy. “I know you won’t like what I’m about to say.” He paused, eyes flickering with guilt. “But please… bear in mind—it wasn’t deliberate. Not on my part.” “It was never my will. Never my intention.” “Circumstances… made it so.” Jake stared at his father, waiting—dreading—what would come next. “Son, listen to me very carefully.” “Life… It’s not a one-way path. It never has been. That’s why our breath doesn’t just move forward—it goes in and out. In and out.” He paused, letting the rhythm settle in. “In the hospital, when a patient lies between life and death, the doctors watch the monitor. That line… that fragile line.” He gestured with his hand, tracing an invisible path. “When it moves up and down, it means the person is still breathing. Still fighting. Still alive.” His voice dropped. “But when the line goes straight—just ahead, no movement—