All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sara~I huff, looking away. "It was nothing like that.”“Mm-hmm,” she nods slowly. “And I suppose the way you froze when he smiled was also… nothing?”“I did not freeze!”“You hiccupped.” She grins. “Six times. I’ve known you for years, Sara, and I’ve never seen you hiccup in front of anyone.”“That was a medical reaction!”Sandra bursts into laughter.I glare at her, but my lips twitch slightly despite myself.“Medical reaction, indeed.” She crosses her arms and leans back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her face. “I’m starting to believe he’s a lot hotter than Alex!”I almost choke on my drink.“He’s a lot broader,” she blurts out. “Well-muscled, and he has a very enticing physique.” She turns to me. “You and him could be a thing, seeing the way he…” She winks. “Looks at you.”For no damn reason, my chest tightens at the thought.Alex and I were a thing.I didn’t want that—gone.I stare down at my drink and sigh.Across from us, Mira and Jason are practically glued to each other,

~Sara~The car zooms down the road, Sandra behind the wheel as we head toward my apartment.I clutch the dishes Mrs. Ford packed for me before I left the mansion. The flask rests on my lap, still warm. With one hand, I hold it steady; with the other, I scroll through my phone.“Here’s some dishes, girl,” Sandra snorts, mimicking Mrs. Ford as she turns the wheel into the next bend. “Make sure to eat well when you get home.”I laugh, slamming my head lightly against the headrest.Mrs. Ford has been… kind lately.First, she approves of my supposed relationship with Jeremy. Now, she’s packing meals for me and stressing that I should eat healthy.Strange.“Maybe she’s had a change of heart,” I say as Sandra continues her impersonation, her face locked in an exaggerated frown. “You know, people tend to get sentimental as they get older.”Sandra grunts, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. Unless she had a revelation from God Himself that she’s about to die…” She glances at me, eyes narrowing susp

~Sara~“Hm?” I mutter, staring at my screen as I wait for "Mr. Mystery Commentator" to crawl out of whatever dark cave he typed that nonsense from and reply.I already handed him a premium, deluxe, no-refund piece of my mind, served hot. If that doesn’t scare him into retiring from public stupidity, nothing will.Minutes pass. Nothing happens.I scoff and scroll through the rest of the comments.“Witch.”“She must have cast a spell on Jeremy.”"She should be cancelled on all platforms."Same old rubbish. Petty insults. Dramatic accusations.I snort. "Right, because clearly the only logical explanation for a man liking a woman is… black magic. The world has officially lost its mind.”I yawn, tossing my phone aside. “Hopeless. Completely hopeless.”Then I flop onto the bed, dragging the duvet over myself. My eyes flutter shut. I slowly drift into sleep when—Knock, knock.I groan, snapping my eyes open. “Sandra, if you forgot the key again—”Another knock.I sit up, stretching lazily. “

~Sara~“So where are we headed now?” Sandra asks as Alex drives through traffic.The reporters lost our trail. Hopefully.“I don’t know,” I say with a shrug. “My house is a hopeless case since the press got wind of it during Lily’s saga, and yours—”“Mine,” she cuts me off mid-sentence, peering into her phone screen, “is presently surrounded by at least five press vans.”She tilts the phone toward me. I lean closer, my eyes widening at the sprawling number of press vans clustered around her house in the CCTV footage.What the hell… If there are that many at hers, how many are at mine?She scoffs and pulls the phone back. “If my neighbors didn’t know any better, they’d think I’m wanted by the police.”Honestly, I’d do something crazy just to get arrested right now. A few hours in a cell, away from this madness, is starting to sound appealing.I groan. “Maybe we should consider hijacking a car.”They all pause and blink at me. Even Alex glances away from the windshield for a second to s

~Sara~ Okay, this is bad. Like disastrous, life-wrecking, oh-God-help-me bad. I pick up my phone and resume scrolling through the file Sandra sent. Maybe a little information on this… influencer would help. I wonder if she has a weakness—something that could magically turn her into sunshine instead of a walking nightmare. Her picture comes into view, and I pause, my brows narrowing. “Huh?” I tilt my head, then shift my phone toward Sandra. “I know her.” Alex and Jeremy pause mid-chew, both turning to me. “Isn’t she the influencer who swore to have nothing to do with the Ford Company during that major tech campaign last year?” Sandra hums, scratching her head nervously. “Yes.” My brows draw together. “The same one Sir Alex Sr. has been trying to get on board for years?” She nods slowly. “Yes.” “So why the sudden change?” “She—” Sandra pauses, pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh. “She personally requested to work with you,” she blurts out quickly, frustration lacing