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

66 Chapters

Nowhere Left

Lila's POVThe guest room spun around me in a haze of red lipstick and betrayal, Enzo's bare chest rising and falling slow while those sickening crimson smears mocked every promise he'd ever whispered. My hands shook so bad I could barely see through the tears, snot dripping ugly down my chin as I stumbled out, slamming the door behind me. How could he? *How could he let her touch him like that?* Family or not, those kisses weren't accidents. I was done. Finished. Shattered.I didn't think. Just moved. Back to the rooftop first grabbed my phone, sketchpad, the few clothes I'd brought into this nightmare. Enzo's gifts? The silk dresses, cashmere sweaters, that ridiculous Birkin he'd laughed about buying me? Left them all scattered like trash. Let him see them when he woke up, hungover from whatever Sofia poisoned him with. Let him know I was gone for good. Zipped my old duffel tight, slung it over my shoulder, and bolted for the service stairs elevator felt too slow, too trapped. S

Reunited Fire

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

Shattered Trust

Third Person POVSunlight filtered through the penthouse windows, casting golden streaks across the king-sized bed where Elena slept tangled in silk sheets, Adrian's scent still clinging to her skin from the night before. He stirred first, glancing at the clock with a quiet curse 6:45 AM. Board meeting in less than an hour. He pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, lingering just a moment before slipping out of bed, dressing quick in a crisp suit while she mumbled something sleepy and rolled over."Meeting," he whispered, brushing hair from her face. "Back by lunch. Love you." She smiled faintly in her sleep, and he forced himself to leave, Range Rover already waiting downstairs with Marco at the wheel. The city blurred past as he reviewed emails, jaw tight, trying to shake the warmth of her before diving into another day of deals and pressure.Elena woke alone twenty minutes later, stretching languidly with a satisfied ache between her legs a delicious reminder of last night's f

Unbreakable Embrace

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

Fractured Bonds

Third Person POVNext morning came too fast, sunlight spilling through the curtains as Elena and Lila zipped final bags in the quiet bedroom, the weight of goodbyes hanging heavy in the air. Elena's mom fussed downstairs in the kitchen, packing homemade sandwiches and protein bars into their carry-ons like they were heading off to college again. "Eat properly you two get so caught up in work, you forget," she said, pressing the bags into their hands, her eyes suspiciously bright. Elena's dad loaded the car methodically, double-checking passports and tickets on his phone, his usual steady voice laced with reluctance.At the airport drop-off, hugs stretched long and fierce. Elena's mom pulled Elena close first, whispering into her hair. "Call every day, okay? And eat those sandwiches don't just hand them to airport security. I worry about you out there alone." She turned to Lila, cupping her face. "Same goes for you, sweetheart. New York's big and scary, but you've got Elena. Promi

Queens of the Coast

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

Silent Deliveries

Elena's POV I was deep into perfecting the silk georgette draping for next season's finale gown, pencil scratching quick across my drafting table as sunlight poured through the studio's massive windows. The gold thread embroidery along the neckline caught the light just right against the midnight blue fabric hours of work, but worth it. Two years grinding had turned my little coastline atelier into something real, dressing Italy's quiet elite who didn't need their names in headlines. The steady hum of my sewing machine kept me focused, drowning out the world. Liam, my assistant, knocked twice before leaning in, holding a crystal vase overflowing with deep red roses. "Elena, someone left these downstairs. No name, no card. Just said they were for you." I looked up, wiping charcoal from my fingers as he set the vase on the side table. The scent hit heavy same rich smell I'd noticed a few days back with those random cliffside flowers. Petals glossy fresh. No note. My stomach did

Watching Eyes

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

Warning Ignored

Third Person POV Liam was waiting for Elena when she pulled up to the studio that morning, looking shaken in a way she'd never seen before. He met her at the door, clutching his phone so tight his knuckles looked white, his usual easygoing expression completely gone. "Elena, you need to sit down for this," he said, his voice low and unsteady. "It's Ivan. He's in the hospital serious car accident last night." The sketchbook slipped right out of Elena's hands and hit the concrete with this dull thud that echoed in the quiet parking lot. "What do you mean accident? How bad is it?" she asked, her throat suddenly dry as she stared at him, trying to process. Liam glanced down at his phone again, scrolling through a flood of messages from their shared contacts around town. "Happened around midnight on the coastal road. His car went off the edge, totaled completely. Doctors are saying internal injuries, broken ribs, and they're worried about coma risks. His family's at the hospital

The Mansion Trap

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

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