All Chapters of HER LOST BROTHER IS A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jake and Clark made their way to Samantha’s house.They arrived at 11 a.m.The doorbell rang. Marian came to the door quickly, her face pale but alert.“Jake,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Jake nodded.“How are you?”“Fine… please, come in,” she replied, her tone lifting slightly. There was something in her voice—almost excitement, like she was relieved Jake had come. Maybe, just maybe, his presence could help resolve whatever had shaken Samantha so deeply.They stepped inside, only to find the atmosphere heavy, like a family in mourning.But then Lilian—Samantha’s mother—leaned forward. Her eyes were swollen with tears.Without warning, she rushed toward Jake, sobbing as she clutched his shirt against his chest.“My daughter… my daughter…” she cried. “See what you’ve brought upon her… upon this family!”Samantha’s friend tried to pull Lilian back, gently prying her hands from Jake’s shirt.“Ma, it’s okay… please, calm down,” the friend said softly.Jake stood fr

The bar was dimly lit, soft jazz humming in the background. Jake and Clark sat across from each other, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts. Clark leaned back, casually swirling his drink. “So… how are you doing? How’s the family? And your fiancée?” Jake didn’t answer. He simply lifted his glass, took a slow sip, and set it down. His eyes didn’t meet Clark’s. They stared into the distance—somewhere far beyond the bar, beyond the moment. His mind was a storm. Possibilities. Decisions. Conclusions. Solutions. Clark watched him quietly, “You look calm today… like your heart’s finally found some settlement after the storm.” Jake gave a faint smile, but said nothing. Clark raised an eyebrow, half-joking, half-serious. “Can I hear some good news this afternoon? Maybe that’s why you called for this meeting?” Jake didn’t respond immediately. He simply took another slow sip of his drink, letting the silence speak. Clark smiled, sensing something. “Com

Jake pulled into the compound, and the first thing that greeted him was her car—parked confidently outside, like it belonged.His chest tightened.His mind twisted.He stepped out slowly, walked toward the house, and opened the door.There she was.Seated elegantly in the living room, legs crossed, a soft smile playing on her lips.The kind of smile that said, I already won.Drinks were already served.One glass sat untouched—its placement deliberate, waiting.Jake’s eyes lingered on it, suspicion rising.He glanced at his father, who stood nearby, watching him closely.Their eyes locked.“Son… you’re welcome,” Robert said, breaking the silence.Jake didn’t respond immediately.He scanned the room again—the setup, the silence, the expectation.He knew this wasn’t just a visit.It was a performance.And he was the lead actor… whether he wanted the role or not.“Greetings, Dad,” he said, voice steady but guarded.“Yes, greetings to you too!” Robert replied, his tone unusually bright, al

Suddenly, the doorbell rang—sharp and unexpected—cutting through the quiet tension in the room. The sound jolted them both, interrupting the moment just as things had begun to feel inevitable. They froze. “Are you expecting anyone?” Julia asked, her voice low, eyes still locked on Jake. Jake shook his head slowly. “No… unless it’s my dad.” Julia raised a brow. “I thought he said he wasn’t coming back anytime soon.” She gently climbed off Jake, the mood now replaced by curiosity and a flicker of unease. The doorbell rang again. Julia scrambled, grabbing her bra and shirt from the floor and slipping them on with hurried hands. Jake stood still, his mind racing. “Please, who’s there?” he called out, his voice bouncing off the walls. A pause. Then a voice replied, calm but firm: “It is I… Nathan.” Jake froze. His heart thudded against his chest like a drum. He turned to Julia, their eyes meeting—hers filled with confusion, his with dread. “I hope it's not what I'm thinking? He w

Robert walked up to the house, tired from the long day. As he reached the front door, he noticed something—it was wide open.He paused.“Jake must still be around,” he thought. “He wouldn’t leave the door like this.”Robert stepped inside slowly, looking around. The house was quiet. Too quiet.He closed the door gently behind him and locked it.“Anybody at home?” he called out, his voice echoing.No answer.He walked into the parlor—and there was Jake.Jake was lying awkwardly in one of the chairs, fast asleep. His head was leaning to the side, one arm hanging down, his phone on the floor.Robert sighed in relief, then smiled.“Ah, look at this future millionaire sleeping like a baby,” he said, walking over. “This is not how you sleep, Jake. You’ll hurt your neck.”He reached out to adjust Jake’s position, but just then, Jake opened his eyes slowly.“Dad… you’re back,” Jake said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.Robert nodded, still watching him closely.“Yes, I’m back. And clearly, y