All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Billionaire Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Isla’s POV)“Isla? You’re here?” he said.“Yes, Ryder. The doctor called me and said Granny was getting better, so I had to rush in. I knew you’d be busy today, so I decided to take that role.”“Oh… that’s really thoughtful of you,” he replied, though his tone carried a weight I didn’t like. “But I didn’t see your signature on the record?”My eyes widened instantly, my throat tightening.“Oh… oh… tha–that… I really don’t know. They probably mixed it up,” I stammered, forcing a nervous smile.His eyes lingered on me, dark with suspicion.I have to do something real quick. He’s getting suspicious…“Oh, look at Granny, Ryder… she’s getting better,” I said quickly, pointing towards her.He pulled a chair closer, his hands trembling slightly as he sat down beside her. For a moment, he simply stared at her face, relief washing over his features like a fragile wave. Then, with unsteady fingers, he reached for her hand, bringing it close and pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles.“Mama… tal

(Isla’s POV)“Driver?!” My mouth fell open as I saw him pull over, a group of old men already crammed inside his car.“Hop in, sweetheart,” the same driver from earlier said, his tone low and sinister.My heart raced. Wait… why? Why are you doing this? This wasn’t the deal. Why are there so many of you?“Would you hop in, or should I post this video on IG?” he threatened, waving his phone slightly.I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes. “Fine,” I muttered, though my chest burned with regret. “I’ll take a separate Uber. I’ll meet you there,” I added quickly, trying to sound unbothered.One of the men in the back seat chuckled darkly. “This is gonna be the best orgy. Finally!” he said with twisted excitement.Oh shit. What have I done? These men are going to ruin my reputation. I might also end up with infections.(Maya’s POV)Menh, I had been in this house for three hours straight, and not one person even cared. The workers went about their business, pretending I wasn’t there.Even the

(Maya’s POV)Beep… beep… beep… beep.My eyes flickered open, then closed, then open again.“Argh… what’s that sound, Maddox?” I mumbled with a sleepy voice, still half lost in slumber.I stared blankly at the chandelier above me for what felt like ten whole seconds. My head shifted slowly, left, then right.Wait… I’m in my room? I checked the time. It was exactly 8:00 p.m.I shot upright, sitting straight on the bed as the realization hit me.I was at a date, right? Yes… with Maddox.Then my eyes dropped to what I was wearing. The same casual clothes from earlier today.“What’s all this?” I whispered.I sank back down, clutching my temples, trying to connect the dots.It was all a dream…? Shit. That felt so real.How had I even drifted off that easily?Wait. The file.I jumped out of bed so fast the sudden rush of blood made me dizzy for a few seconds. My low iron deficiency was punishing me again. I stood still until the dizziness settled, then hurried toward the bed.I dragged my lu

Maya POV“Oh yes. And that’s why I need that suitcase. It has legal proofs… that Maddox and Ryder are brothers.”“Isla!” Helena yelled, smacking her head. “You talk too much!”“Oh, Mom, what’s the big deal? She’s going to be dead anyway,” Isla shrugged.“Isla!!!”Helena leaned close, whispering into her ear. She’s not supposed to know we’re going to kill her yet. We need her to trust us so she gives us the file. Dummy.These people are really dumb… is that even how you whisper? I can clearly hear them, I thought, rolling my eyes.Maya, I said to myself, you’re in a life-threatening situation, and you’re being casual? Well, I don’t feel so panicked. I don’t know why I have hope that I’ll be free. But oh well—I have to focus on how to escape and stop my silly mind from making me delusional.Isla nodded and cleared her throat.“Maya, my dear,” Helena began, her voice syrupy, “promise me… if you give me the suitcase, you won’t say a word when we release you.”I don’t want to hurt you… I j

Maddox POV“You kill me, and you’ll never know the truth about Ryder,” she said, her voice sharp and trembling.My hands shook so hard the gun nearly slipped. My chest tightened, breath uneven. “Argh… fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, the words cracking.I forced my steps forward, each one heavier than the last, until I stood over Dunlop’s dead boy. A bitter smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, though it felt more like a mask than anything real.I bent slightly, pressing the cold barrel against his head. My finger tightened on the trigger, but then a thought cut through the haze.You’re already a suspect for drug dealing. This mess is going to bring the cops swarming. You can’t make this look like murder. You’ll have to prove it was self-defense.The thought clung harder than the urge to pull the trigger.“That’s right. I can’t,” I muttered, pushing myself back to my feet. My boot slammed into Dunlop’s lifeless body, the almighty man reduced to nothing but dead weight.A sharp