All Chapters of HER LOST BROTHER IS A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Robert stormed into the compound, voice booming.“Jake! Jake! Where is that good-for-nothing boy I call my son?!”He flung the door open and stepped into the parlor, eyes blazing.Jake, hearing the fury in his father’s voice, stepped out of his room slowly. His steps were hesitant, heavy with dread. The tension in the air was thick—almost suffocating.He entered the parlor and met his father’s eyes.“Dad… what’s going on with you?”Robert’s voice cracked like thunder.“You’re asking me what’s going on? So you take me for a fool—your father?”“Shame on you.”Jake’s face tightened, but he said nothing. The silence between them was louder than words.Jake stood frozen for a moment, then stepped forward slowly, his voice cautious.“Dad… what’s the meaning of all this drama this morning? I don’t understand.”Robert didn’t even look at him. He sat down heavily, his voice sharp and cold.“By the time I deal with you, you’ll understand why they call me Robert.”Jake blinked, stunned. He moved

Inside the living room, the air was still, but the tension was unmistakable. Richard sat in his high-backed chair, a thoughtful expression etched across his face. His daughter Julia sat beside him, legs crossed, her eyes searching his.“Dad,” she said, breaking the silence, “why did you send for Jake?”Richard leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I need to hear from him directly. About the girl—and what he plans to do to get her out of the way.”Julia’s brows lifted slightly. “You think he has a plan?”“I’m not certain,” Richard replied. “But something tells me there’s more going on than he’s letting on. And while I’m beginning to trust Jake… the girl is still a problem.”Julia nodded slowly. “Yes, I know. She’s clever. And her father—he’s the real thorn.”Richard’s gaze sharpened. “What about him?”Julia sighed. She said, exaggerating to make it seem worse, “Ever since he stopped staying in one place, he’s turned into a busybody. Always showing up unannounced, poking aro

Julia and Jake arrived at Richard’s estate. The place was huge and beautiful — like something out of a movie. The gates opened slowly, showing off clean gardens, shiny walkways, and a big fountain that sparkled in the sun.Jake looked around, amazed. “Wow… this is incredible..Your dad is truly a big man.” He turned slowly, taking in the grandeur. “The first time I came here was six years ago. I swear, something’s changed. It looks even more like paradise now.”But what truly caught Jake off guard wasn’t just the estate’s beauty — it was the way the staff treated Julia. From the moment they entered the compound, every guard, gardener, and attendant greeted her with reverence. Heads bowed slightly, voices softened with respect, and doors were opened before she even reached them.Jake leaned closer and whispered, “They treat you like a queen.”Julia smiled and held his hand. “Please don’t start,” she said gently. “Let’s go inside. Don’t keep my dad waiting.”They walked into the build

Nathan stepped through the front door, his shoulders slumped, eyes dim with the weight of disappointment and quiet sorrow. The day had drained him, leaving behind only silence and fatigue.“Welcome, Dad,” Samantha called out gently, her voice carrying warmth.“Welcome, dear,” Lillian added with a soft smile, though concern flickered in her eyes.Nathan didn’t respond right away. He walked slowly to the couch and sank into it, his back resting heavily against the cushions. His gaze drifted upward, locking onto the ceiling as if searching for answers in its blankness.Lillian sat beside him, her tone tender. “How was work today?”He hesitated, lips barely moving. “Fine,” he said, though the word felt hollow, forced out like a breath he didn’t want to take.She leaned in slightly. “Nathan… what’s wrong? What’s bothering you again?”But he didn’t answer. The silence stretched between them, thick and telling.Samantha stepped forward, her voice calm and thoughtful. “Mum, I think Dad’s just

Jake took a taxi going back home, and something inside him felt different — lighter, as a heavy load had finally been taken off his chest. He felt peace. He took a deep breath, slow and full, and let it out like he was releasing everything he’d been holding in. “Truth is bitter”, he thought. “It’s hard to say. It hurts. But it heals. It sets you free.” He had spent so much time pretending — smiling when he didn’t feel like it, saying things he didn’t mean, hiding parts of himself just to keep the peace. But now, after finally speaking the truth, he realized how heavy all those lies had been. “Living a fake life is like carrying a bag of stones”, he thought. “And only truth — only being honest — can take that weight away.” For the first time in a long while, he felt free. Happy. Back at Nathan’s house, Samantha sat quietly on the couch. Her food was on the dining table, but she didn’t feel like eating; she had lost her appetite for food. Her body felt tired, and her heart was heavy