All Chapters of Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Liam’s lips hovered above mine, a whisper away. His eyes were raw, desperate, filled with nothing but me. My heart thundered, one breath more and I would have let him in.And then the world shattered.His body jolted violently against me, eyes flaring wide with shock. A brutal impact had struck him down from behind. I gasped, clutching his weight as he staggered, blood already trailing from his temple.Out of the shadows stepped Zane. No grin. No charm. Just wildfire in his eyes and a weapon dripping menace in his hand.“Get your hands off her,” he spat, voice like venom.“Zane!” The scream ripped from me. “What the hell are you doing?”“What I should have done a long time ago,” he snarled, pointing the blade toward Liam. “He doesn’t get to use you as his damn confession booth.”Liam caught himself on the stone wall, fury tightening his jaw even as blood trickled down his face. “You’ve lost your mind.”“No,” Zane hissed, gaze snapping to me. “I’ve found it. And it’s her.”The heat bet

I stared at the message on my phone until the words blurred.They told me you’d pick one. You picked the wrong thing.A cold shiver crawled up my spine, but I forced my fingers to lock the screen. Not now. Not after everything.I’d just burned my bridges in front of the world, there was nothing left to lose.The press was still screaming my name as I stepped down from the podium. Flashes blinded me, microphones shoved toward my face, each question like a bullet.“Lena, did you really sleep your way into the Carter family?”“Is it true you used the brothers to get revenge for your mother?”“People are saying you caused the company's collapse. Any comment?”“Are you leaving with one of the brothers or alone?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My heels clicked hard against the marble floor, echoing louder than the crowd. I felt their eyes slicing through me, judging, twisting my story into something filthy and wrong.All I wanted was peace.But peace was something the Carters never gave free

For days after that night, the mansion felt like a mausoleum.Cold. Hollow. Too quiet to be real.Everyone went about their business like actors in a play, hitting their marks without ever looking at me. The laughter that once echoed through the halls was gone. The tension that hung between us was still there, only now it was silent, thicker, sharper, as if the walls themselves were listening.Liam stopped lingering outside my door.No more late-night knocks. No more whispered arguments through the crack of the door. He passed me in the hallway once, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed ahead. I caught the faint smell of whiskey on him and the ache of something unsaid.Zane stopped muttering curses under his breath.He used to be the loud one, reckless and fiery, always pacing the corridors, always challenging his father’s control. But lately, even his rage had gone quiet. When I saw him at breakfast one morning, he didn’t even glance at me. Just stirred his coffee, staring into it like it h

I didn’t sleep that night.Not after what I saw on those screens.My picture. The words “Next Move.” The look on Mr. Carter’s face, calm, almost proud, like a man who’d just opened a door and dared me to walk through it.By the time the morning sun leaked through the curtains, I’d stopped trying to rest.My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying his words, his voice, the promises he whispered to his sons when he thought I wasn’t listening.I lay there staring at the ceiling, the sheets twisted around me like ropes. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.What have I not seen in this mansion?I’ve been humiliated, ordered around, used like a pawn.I’ve watched brothers I thought might protect me turn into strangers overnight.I’ve learned to smile when I’m hurting, to hide when I’m breaking.And still… it’s never enough for him.The walls felt closer every morning, like they were learning my breathing.The cameras in the hallways blinked thei

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, voice like steel. “You forget, this is my house. I see everything.”The words wrapped around me like a threat, but beneath it, there was something else, curiosity. Obsession, maybe.He stepped even closer, close enough that I could see the faint scar under his jaw. “You intrigue me, Lena. And that’s… inconvenient.”I swallowed hard. “Then maybe you should stop looking.”He smiled, slow, dangerous. “You think I can?”He reached for another puzzle piece, but instead of placing it on the board, he handed it to me. “Your turn.”My fingers brushed his as I took it. A small, electric spark shot through me.I looked down at the piece, deep blue, the edge of a stormy sky. It fit perfectly in the empty spot near the center. When I pressed it in, the full image began to reveal itself, a castle on a cliff, lightning splitting the sky.Mr. Carter studied it silently, then whispered, “Interesting.”“What is?” I asked.He looked up, his eyes locking on mine. “That yo