All Chapters of Kissed My Ex's Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elena's POV The plane touched down in Italy and my heart did that stupid flip it always did thinking about Adrian. Paris Fashion Week had been insane Chanel scouts circling my portfolio like sharks, afterparties where people actually knew my name, sketches that might actually hit runways. But forget all that glitter. Nothing beat coming home to him. Our phone calls this past week? Pure agony. Him going on and on, voice all gravelly and desperate, spinning tales about counting every hour without me, waking up hard dreaming of my mouth, promising he'd make me forget those ten days ever happened. "Missed you so much it hurt, baby," he'd growled last call, and God, I felt it too replaying his words at 3 AM in hotel rooms, touching myself to the sound of his breath. I breezed through customs, heart pounding as I scanned the arrivals hall. There he was leaning against his black Range Rover, sleeves rolled up on that white shirt I loved unbuttoning, smirk spreading slow when his eyes loc

Third Person POVElena barely held it together on the drive to her parents' house, her hands trembling on the steering wheel as fresh tears threatened to spill with every turn. She blinked them back fiercely, practicing a bright smile in the rearview mirror until it looked almost real anything to keep Mom and Dad from seeing the raw hurt underneath. They’d worry too much if they knew about Adrian, might even confront him or make calls that would only make everything worse. No, she needed to protect them from this mess, at least for now.Pulling into the familiar driveway felt like stepping into a safe harbor, and when Mom opened the door with that instinctive worried look, Elena wrapped her in a quick, tight hug. "Just came to check on Lila catch up later?" she said lightly, her voice steady enough to fool even herself. Mom hugged back, patting her shoulder, and Elena took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding as she pushed open the door to her old bedroom.Lila was curled up on

2 Years Later~Third Person POV The sprawling hillside mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, its floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the endless Italian coastline below. Elena stood on her private terrace, phone pressed to her ear as she watched her landscaping team finalize the infinity pool. Two years of relentless hustle corporate rebrands, luxury hotel logos, that viral tech startup IPO had earned her this place. Right next door, Lila's identical estate mirrored her success, their adjacent properties a testament to hard work and unbreakable sisterhood. Best friends. Powerhouses. Untouchable."She's landing from Dubai now?" Elena asked her head of security, voice sharp over the ocean breeze. "Perfect. Bring her straight here no calls, no texts, blindfold protocol till my gate. And don't tell her it's me. Let's make it memorable." She hung up grinning, already picturing Lila's reaction.Lila's private jet touched down smooth, leather tote heavy with fresh Dubai contrac

Third Person POVElena woke bolt upright at 2:17 AM, heart slamming against her ribs as the landline shrieked through the mansion silence. She fumbled for the phone on her nightstand, squinting at the UNKNOWN CALLER flashing red. Nobody had her landline number anymore. Nobody. She hit talk anyway, voice thick from sleep. "Hello? Who is this?"Heavy breathing crackled through first, then a low voice distorted like someone talking through thick cloth. "Roses were just the beginning. You can't run forever." The line went dead before she could respond, leaving nothing but silence and her own ragged breathing.She sat there frozen for a long moment, staring at the dark ceiling as adrenaline burned through her drowsiness. Same voice from the cliffside rose, same deliberate threat. This wasn't some bored client playing games anymore. Someone was getting serious. She checked every door and window lock twice, reset the alarm system, but sleep wouldn't come back. By the time dawn finally bro

Elena's POV That final text had been eating away at me all day: **"Date night's over. Now we talk. Via Convento 47. Midnight. Come alone."** Lila begged me not to go, kept saying we should call someone police, security, anybody but something about that message pulled at me hard. The absolute confidence that I'd show up alone. I needed to see this creep's face. Needed it over before Ivan woke up from his coma or God knows who came next. My Alfa's headlights barely cut through the coastal fog as I turned onto Via Convento, GPS signal dying completely halfway down. Number 47 appeared suddenly not a normal house but this massive compound with tall iron gates, stone walls that looked serious, floodlights sweeping slow across the gravel driveway. I slowed down, honestly shocked at the size of it. *Who the hell lives here?* Two guys in dark suits stood at the gate, hands near their belts like they carried. Not some random stalker. This was real money. Real control. One nodded at me as