All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~Sara~What. The. Fuck?That's Jeremy's mom.My eyes travel from the woman’s sky high heels to the oversized leopard print fur coat wrapped around her body like she owns the damn hospital.Then higher.Long blonde hair. Smooth glowing skin. Full lips. Tiny waist. Perfect posture.What freaking age is this woman supposed to be?Thirty? Forty? Fifty?!No.Absolutely not.There is no way this woman gave birth to a grown ass man.She is so freaking hot.Like offensively hot.For a split second, I genuinely start having second thoughts about my sexuality.Sandra suddenly elbows me hard in the ribs.“Ow,” I hiss.She leans toward me without taking her eyes off the woman. “Are you seeing who I’m seeing?” “Yes,” I whisper back. “That’s Jeremy’s mom. Like... his actual mom.”Sandra stares harder. “If she and Jeremy didn’t look exactly alike, I would’ve sworn that man was adopted.”I nod slowly. “Same.”The woman suddenly steps forward.Sandra and I instantly start whispering over each other.

~Sara~Sandra chokes violently beside me.Jeremy’s mom looks genuinely horrified. “Excuse me?”“Oh please,” I continue angrily. “You walk around looking like a rich man's fourth divorce settlement and somehow I'm the problem?”Her mouth falls open slightly.The woman actually looks offended.Deeply offended.“How dare you speak to me that way?”“How dare you judge me without knowing a damn thing about me!”“I don't need an introduction to recognize a manipulative little gold digger when I see one.”“Oh my God,” I let out a laugh. “And you wonder why Jeremy has attitude problems.”Her face twists in outrage. “You insolent little..."“Sara.”I ignore Sandra and continue glaring at Jeremy’s mom.“You don't get to stand there and act morally superior when your entire personality screams luxury alimony.”“Sara,” Sandra says again, louder this time.I wave her off. "No, don't stop me Sandra, because she’s actually starting to piss me off.”“SARA!”I whip around angrily. “WHAT?!”Sandra grab

~Sara~The car glides to a stop outside the mansion where Mom has been staying, courtesy of Alex.Sandra kills the engine, and we step out into the early-morning chill. The sky is still dark, and the street is quiet except for the occasional roar of a car rushing past.I inhale sharply, steadying my heartbeat as we walk toward the mansion.Inside, the nursemaid—the same one we met during the stalker brouhaha—stands waiting. She’s still in her nightwear, hair slightly disheveled, lips pressed into a disapproving line, clearly ready to lecture us.As soon as we close the door behind us, she crosses her arms and narrows her brows.“It’s about time we discussed you two always dropping into this mansion abruptly without so much as a text or phone call.” She says.I tilt my head, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “We thought it best to come early. Hope it’s not too much of a surprise.”She rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue, then waves at us to follow, whispering that Mom

Three years later...~Anita~I sit at the reception, heart beating fast as I shake my legs against the other, waiting to be called in for the interview.Opposite me, my prospective madam's secretary sits behind the table, shuffling through documents.I resist the urge to bite at my nails, it's been almost an hour since the last applicant entered. What was she still doing there?The secretary pulls her gaze from the documents and looks at me for a moment.I don't know which one irritated her more, the repeated shaking of my legs against the other or the occasional clearing of my throat that cut through the silence.But hey, I am the only applicant remaining. You can't blame me for being anxious.She sighs, picks her phone from the table and swipes through the screen.The TV comes on.Yes!Channel 166 fills the screen. I gush in excitement as my favourite program—Celebrity Gossip Blog—airs. It is the number one rated program in the country and the favourite of over eighty-five percent

~Sara~ I drive down the road, thinking about what the new PA of mine told me at the office. “You’re bitter, angry at the world.” I scoff. Yeah right. Me? Bitter? Angry? I drive into the building, halt at the front, kill off the engine, then grab my purse from the passenger seat and look into the rearview mirror, making sure my makeup is still intact. I blow myself a kiss and push the door open, stepping down. My eyes land on the electronic signboard on the glass of the building. Fords Hotel, it says. I pull out the invitation card from my purse, look at it, glance back at the signboard, and sigh. The valet steps forward as I approach, and I toss him my keys. “Be careful with her,” I say, tapping my car lightly. “She’s a little temperamental.” He grins. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll treat her like a queen.” I snort and walk into the building. Inside, the press have gathered, snapping pictures. As soon as they see me, they abandon the guest they were crowding and start bombarding