All Chapters of My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~Teyana’s POV~After what seemed like a forty-minute drive that included Jeremy’s restless hand caressing my thigh the entire way—we finally arrived at the grand dinner venue. He was now dressed in a beige-colored shirt I made him pick and black pants. The top few buttons were undone as usual, sleeves rolled to arm level. He looked absolutely snatched.—But this is Jeremy. Everything fits.He was going to go for black, but trust me, I would’ve rolled my eyes if I had to see him in all-black again tonight. He’s already got enough black clothes.Jeremy’s hand rested on the bare curve of my lower back as the elevator ascended, his palm warm against the open part of the gold dress he had picked for me. The soft hum of the moving lift filled the silence, but his thumb kept brushing small circles into my skin, making my body feel too aware of every breath I took.Before I could even tease him about it, he angled my chin toward him and kissed me again—slow and demanding, as if he had forgott

~Jeremy’s POV~Teyana kept asking what was wrong, but her voice was slipping away, thinning into the background like a radio with bad reception. My ears were ringing too loudly—Vance’s words replaying over and over, slicing through every other sound.A full match.Zayne’s DNA and my father’s…Zayne and I shared the same father.Zayne is a Carter. I stared out the windshield, but nothing held shape anymore. The streetlights blurred. I felt myself retreating into that familiar cold room in my head where I locked up everything I couldn’t face. I could feel the door sliding shut. I had hoped I wouldn’t visit this part of me anymore, but I couldn’t help it. How could I bear the news?The same person I had lived almost my entire life with as a friend, was my half-brother. This was too much to bear. I was only just recovering from my mother’s own. Now…Teyana’s hands found my face.She crawled onto my lap without hesitation and cupped my cheeks, forcing my gaze to hers. Her forehead nearly

~Zayne’s POV~Dr. Smith sat there calmly, hands folded, waiting for me to gather the courage to speak.I finally cleared my throat and asked if he was sure about what he was saying. Nothing in my voice felt steady. The doctor seemed too sure of himself. He said if he wasn’t sure, he wouldn’t know Chris’s name before I mentioned it. That was true.He explained that Chris hadn’t been some random walk-in patient, he had been under him personally, assigned as one of the psychiatric hospital’s closely monitored cases.That word psychiatric hospital—being about Chris—was very hard to connect. Chris was the most peaceful one among us. The most cheerful and light-hearted one. Something must be wrong somewhere. I believe.I felt my fingers tighten around the metal rail of my bed.The doctor continued, saying Chris had run away from the facility during a manic break. His parents- The Dales, came for him that same night and took him away before he could be legally transferred to a stricter insti

~Jeremy’s POV~I picked up my phone with the intention of calling my father, but the moment my thumb hovered over his name, my mind veered in another direction entirely.Zayne.I’d shut him out as though the truth of his blood was somehow too loud to confront. I couldn’t pretend it was a lie any more. I had to face it. It felt long overdue already. So I dialed him.He picked on the first ring, exhaling sharply the moment he heard my voice. Did Vance tell him already? I wondered.“Thank God you finally called,” he said, “I was ready to limp and drive to your place myself.”For a long beat, I couldn’t respond. I just listened to his breathing, feeling the strange, foreign weight of the word brother folding itself into my lungs.“You there?” Zayne asked. That brought me back to reality.“I’m here,” I finally managed, my voice tighter than I intended. “I’m coming to the hospital now.”“I’m not there. I got discharged. I’m home.” A pause. “You coming?”“Right away,” I said.“Good.”When

~Jeremy POV~By the time we reached Teyana’s building, my pulse was already thundering behind my ears. Her lobby looked exactly the same, people milling around casually, like nothing catastrophic had just happened here.My girl is missing, life isn’t supposed to move on.I strode straight to the security desk, Zayne behind me.“Good afternoon, sir,” the guard on duty said, rising halfway, unsure if he should fully stand or not.“I need access to your CCTV,” I said. My voice was tighter than I expected, conveying my frustration. “Right now.”He blinked. “Sir, CCTV… access is restricted. What exactly—”“My girl is missing. Teyana.” I cut in, leaning forward. “She lives in this building. Top floor, apartment 1A. She left earlier today with someone I know, and both of their phones are off. So either take us to whoever handles your footage, or call them.”The guard swallowed, shook his head slightly, then gestured behind him. “ I’ll get my supervisor. Please hold on.”He slipped through th