All Chapters of My Sister's Fiance, My Fated Mate : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

**Elena**“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.”A light tap hit my cheek. Once. Twice.My lashes fluttered open, everything a blur of white and blinding light. My head throbbed, and I blinked hard, trying to focus, but the brightness burned my eyes.Then a face appeared…clear as day.Mortina.And then my memory hit me like a vivid dream.Worse, the memories of my accident—the car, the blinding headlights, the screech of tires, the sound of my own scream…Her lips curled into a familiar smile. “How have you been, my dear?” she cooed.I froze, my heart thudding so loud I could barely hear her voice. She looked exactly the same, elegant, smug, perfectly dressed in black like she was attending someone’s funeral. Maybe mine.“Why that look?” she tilted her head, fake-smile. “Do you still remember me? Or did you miss me? Which is it?”I stared at her, my jaw trembling. “Oh, I remember,” I whispered. “Every last bit of everything.”I tried to move, but the second I did, pain ripped through my wrists

**Elena**“You were doing so great at the initial stage,” she said, her voice oddly calm, like she was praising a child. “But then… I found out you told people about our little secret.”She exhaled smoke, slow and steady, lips curling into that cruel smile that made my skin crawl. “I couldn't risk you ruining my plan.. or exposing me. So, I started developing ways to get rid of you.”My pulse stuttered. “Means to get rid of me?”She nodded, casual. “Yep. Although Trisha didn’t exactly do justice when it came to separating you two.”I froze. “Trisha?” My throat went dry. “You… you involved her in all this?”“Obviously, sweetheart.” Her smirk widened. “How else did you think she always showed up right when you and Xavier started getting too close?” She made air quotes, her tone dripping with mockery.My mind reeled. Every moment flashed before me… Trisha’s perfectly timed appearances, the whispers, the fights.It was all her.I thought Aunt Lena had been the one feeding Trisha’s scheme

**Elena**Thirty agonizing minutes later, the theatre door creaked open.I froze. Logan’s arm tightened slightly as the doctor walked out, removing his gloves. His face was pale, tired, his eyes shadowed.“H-how is he, Doctor?” I stuttered, barely able to form words.The man sighed, pulling down his mask. His expression was unreadable at first, and my chest nearly caved in from the suspense.Then he said, “He’s out of danger now.”My breath hitched. My eyes ached with relief. “Oh, God… thank you. Thank you so much.”He nodded wearily. “He needs rest. The nurse will let you know when you can see him.” Then he walked off, leaving us standing there.I turned to Logan, a tear sliding down my cheek. “Did you hear that? He’s okay.”Logan sat down again, elbows resting on his knees. His face gloomy, jaw tense, eyes staring at the floor. He didn’t look as relieved. He looked… tired. Maybe hurt.I moved closer, crouching in front of him. “Do you want to go home?” I asked quietly.He lift

**Elena**By the time I got back to the palace, my tears had dried into salt on my skin. The guards greeted me, but I barely noticed them. I just needed one thing…sleep.Maybe tomorrow I’d find the strength to face everything.Maybe tomorrow I’d stop feeling like my heart was split in two.************The next three days had been too quiet.I’d stayed mostly inside, curled up in my room, staring at the same ceiling, listening to the tick of the clock.I hadn’t gone to the hospital since that day.Was I a bad person for not seeing Xavier?Maybe. Maybe not.I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I thought about him, my chest tightened until I couldn’t breathe.The palace itself was calm. Logan barely came around. Maybe he was giving me space, to think, to heal, or to decide whatever I wanted.But honestly… I still didn’t know what that was.I had so much here already. Safety, warmth. People who treated me kindly. And the public had already seen Logan and me together. E

**Elena**Logan's hand lifted gently, tilting my face toward his. “Hey,” he murmured softly, brushing the tears away with his fingers.Before I could think, he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and soft, carrying the faint sweetness of the coconut drink we had shared. My hands found their way to his shoulders, and I deepened the kiss instinctively, savoring the comfort, the closeness, the escape from all the chaos I’d been running from.We pulled back slightly, breathing together, watching the sun sink lower. The world was quiet around us… no noise, no rush.For a moment, I wished life could stay like this forever: calm, simple, perfect.I rested my head against his shoulder, letting his palm pat me softly.Two hours later, we returned to our room. The cool air wrapped around me, carrying the soft scent of fresheners and salt from the beach. I let out a deep sigh, trying to ground myself.“I’ll take a shower first,” He said, undoing his shirt.“