All Chapters of Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Still watching shadows, Lena?”The voice behind me made my breath catch.I spun around, and there he was.Zane.He leaned against the hallway wall, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, shirt half-buttoned like he’d just rolled out of someone’s dream, or nightmare. The faint light from the chandelier carved his smirk in gold.“I asked you a question,” he said softly, taking a step closer. “Who was that outside?”I swallowed. “I don’t know. I just saw, someone by the fence.”Zane’s eyes narrowed. “You sure you weren’t seeing what you *wanted* to see?”I hated how calm he sounded. Like everything was a game.“Don’t start with me,” I warned, trying to sound firm, though my heart was pounding. “I’ve had enough for one night.”He chuckled, low and dangerous. “You say that like you think the night’s over.”“Zane” I began, but he was already too close.He stopped only inches away, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne curling through the air between us. His gaze dropped briefly

But barely. He’s under sedation. Multiple bruises, head trauma, broken ribs.” The man continued.I felt relieved, thank God he was alive.The words barely formed in my head before my knees almost gave out. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, my breath catching like my lungs had forgotten how to work.“He’s alive…” I whispered, the words trembling out of me before I even realized I’d spoken them. “Thank God… thank God.”But the relief didn’t last. It twisted into something darker, something cold that crawled up my spine and lodged itself in my throat.Barely.That one word echoed in my mind like a heartbeat. Barely alive. Barely breathing. Barely hanging on.My eyes darted to Mr. Carter, who stood frozen by the fireplace, his jaw set, his expression unreadable. Zane had gone completely still, the smirk wiped clean from his face for once. Kai’s hands clenched on the arm of his chair, knuckles white. And Liam… Liam’s eyes flicked to mine, full of something that looked an aw

We went back to the hospital that night, the air thick with the sterile chill of bleach and quiet despair.The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting pale shadows that made everything look colder, lonelier.Dr. Walter lay on that bed, a ghost of the man I once knew. His face was swollen, stitched, bruised beyond recognition. His hands, the same hands that once slid me those secret envelopes and whispered, “You’ll have your answers soon, Miss Lena,” now trembled even in unconsciousness.I had never known silence could feel so loud.Mr. Carter stood at the edge of the bed, his face unreadable, carved from stone. Beside him, Kai’s jaw flexed tight as if holding back words he didn’t dare say. Liam’s fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh, betraying a nervous rhythm he couldn’t suppress. And Zane, he leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching with that dangerous calm that always made my heart race for the wrong reasons.The room smelled like antiseptic and fear.“Will

“Zane!”My voice broke through the dark, but only silence answered. The lantern had fallen, its flame dying in a hiss. Shadows swallowed the cellar, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears.I stumbled up the stairs, gripping the railing as light from the upper hallway spilled down. The air felt wrong, too still, too charged.Then I heard Kai’s voice. Sharp. Urgent.“Lena! Upstairs, now!”When I reached the top, the house was in chaos. Security men ran through the corridors, radios buzzing, and Mr. Carter stood near the phone, barking orders. Liam’s voice cut through it all.“What do you mean critical again?!”My chest tightened. “Who’s critical?”Liam turned, his face pale and furious. “Dr. Walter. Someone attacked him at the hospital.”The words sank like ice in my stomach.Zane came from the side hallway, his sleeves rolled, damp hair clinging to his temples. “When?”Kai’s tone was flat, almost too calm. “About an hour ago. The nurses found him unconscious. The police are already inv

“What did you just say?” I asked, gripping the edge of the door.Kai leaned against the frame, unbothered, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “You heard me,” he said smoothly. “Zane went to the hospital. Alone.”My pulse stumbled. “Without security? Without *telling anyone*?”“Seems like he’s finally tired of pretending,” Kai murmured, sliding his hands into his pockets. His tone was too calm. Too knowing.I didn’t wait for more. I pushed past him, running down the corridor. My heart thudded in rhythm with the storm outside. Every hallway light seemed to flicker as I passed, the mansion stretching like some endless maze designed to trap truth inside its walls.By the time I reached the foyer, Liam was already there, pacing, furious, shirt sleeves rolled and tie undone.“Tell me he didn’t actually go,” he snapped the second he saw me.“He did,” I said breathlessly.Liam cursed under his breath, grabbing his keys. “He’s going to hang himself with this stunt.”“What if Dr. Walter wake