All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANDREA Opening my eyes groggily, I felt a banging pain in my head that made everything spin. My body ached all over, every muscle screaming with pain. For a few seconds, I couldn’t even remember what had happened or where I was. The air smelled strange, damp and musty, like old walls and dust. When I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my side and I gasped. My wrists burned where the ropes had rubbed my skin raw, and my stomach felt sore, each breath hurting more than the last. I blinked slowly, forcing my blurry vision to focus on my surroundings. This place looked different. Smaller. Darker. The floor was rough concrete and the walls were bare, with cracks running through them. There was no window this time, only a weak, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving off just enough light for me to see an old chair and a few broken boxes in one corner. That was when it hit me...they had moved me again. My heart started racing. I turned my head quickly, looking aroun

ANDREA I pushed myself up slowly, my legs shaking under me. Every muscle in my body ached, but I knew I couldn’t stay there. The thought of being found by them again sent a wave of panic through me. I had to move, even if I didn’t know where I was going. The ground was cold and rough under my bare feet. Every step stung as small stones and twigs dug into my skin, but I kept going. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering from both the cold and the fear crawling up my spine. The forest was silent except for the faint sound of crickets and the crunch of leaves under my feet. The air smelled damp, like rain and soil. Every shadow looked alive, every rustle made me flinch. I kept glancing over my shoulder, half expecting to see someone behind me. I didn’t know which direction I was heading. I just walked, moving through the darkness with my heart pounding hard enough to echo in my chest. Sometimes I tripped over roots or stumbled into branches, scratching my arms, but I didn’t s

ANDREA Opening my eyes felt like lifting a mountain. Everything was blurry at first, bright lights shaping into white ceilings and pale walls. It took me a moment to understand where I was…a hospital room. I frowned weakly. The last thing I remembered was collapsing by the side of the road. I didn’t remember anyone finding me. I didn’t even remember being brought here. My head throbbed as I slowly turned it to the side. That was when I noticed someone sitting on the chair next to the bed, their head resting on their folded arms. Sleeping, or maybe passed out from exhaustion. I blinked a few times, trying to focus. Messy hair. Shoulders slumped. A rough, unshaven beard covering a face I knew too well. Dark eye bags, like he hadn’t slept in days. Alex. A small breath escaped me, shaky and confused. He looked nothing like the sharp and put together man I knew. He looked worn out, almost broken, like he had been fighting the world and loosing. He was right there beside me…like he

ANDREA A few weeks passed before I was finally strong enough to stay at home without a nurse checking on me every day. My bruises had faded and most of the swelling around my ribs was gone. I could walk around the house without feeling like my legs were going to give out. I should have felt normal again, but normal was hard to find with the way everyone hovered over me. It started from the moment I woke up. If I coughed even once, Alex pushed open my bedroom door like he had been standing outside waiting. He always asked if I needed water or if I felt dizzy. Sometimes he did not even ask. He just brought things and set them by my bed. I appreciated it, but after the tenth time in a day, it felt like I could not breathe without someone watching. Kate visited almost every afternoon. She would sit on the couch beside me and pretend she was only there to keep me company, but her eyes kept drifting to my movements. If I shifted or winced a little, she straightened like she was rea

ALEXANDER The moment the kitchen door closed behind us, I turned around and faced Andrew. I didn’t even try to hide how pissed I was. “What the hell is she doing here?” I snapped. “Why would you bring her? Do you think Andrea needs this right now?” Andrew rubbed a hand over his face and let out a tired breath. He looked worn out, like he hadn’t slept properly even with Andrea around and already found. “I didn’t bring her to upset her,” he said quietly. “She called me. She said she wanted to see Andrea.” “And you agreed?” I shot back. “Just like that?” “I agreed because I needed to see her too,” Andrew replied, lowering his voice. “There’s something I found out…something I need to confirm.” I stared at him, my jaw tightening. “What are you talking about?” Andrew didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward the living room, toward Andrea, and his expression shifted into something serious. Something heavy. “I can’t say it yet,” he said finally. “Not before I’m sure.” “That’s bul