All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

~Alex~I step outside just as the police drag Sara down the front steps.The entire place has turned into a circus.Cameras flash nonstop. Reporters shove microphones over each other while screaming questions loud enough to make my head pound.“Miss Sara Jane! Did you attempt to murder Linda Frothmoth?”“Are the allegations true?”“Did your company help cover up the crime?”“Did you hide the body?”Officers bark at them to move back, but they keep pushing through. I stay farther away from the chaos, both hands shoved into my pockets as I watch them push Sara toward the patrol car.Her last words keep replaying in my head.You’ve got twelve hours, Alex.If you don’t act… I’ll take your silence as an answer.Sara keeps walking without looking at anybody.But I know her.I know the stiffness in her shoulders.The tightness in her jaw.The way her cuffed hands clench slightly when she’s trying not to lose control.She is cooking something in that head of hers and whatever it is. It is go

~Alex~ I sit on the couch, rubbing my fingers on my forehead. Sara’s grip on her skirt tightens like she’s bracing for a storm, and Boaz… well, he’s already in full hurricane mode. “It… it’s…” Sara stutters, her breath catching. “It’s not like we wouldn’t do anything. We just need the night shifters first.” Boaz throws his arms out like the world owes him sense. “And when we get them, what happens? We gonna throw a party? Dance around the sitting room and wait for the cops to burst through the door and drag us to jail?” Sara squeezes the fabric of her skirt even harder. “Well… the night shifters are one of the most formidable security teams we can get. With them guarding us, the cops would have a hard time following our trail.” Boaz leans back, throws his head, and laughs. “You say it like we’re playing hide and seek. Yeah, sure, the night shifters will protect us. But here’s what you’re forgetting: they don’t sit around playing house. If you want them, you have to be proactive. Y

~Sara~I pace around the sitting room again, my feet padding softly against the floor as I circle between the couch and the window. My nails are half-broken from how often I bite them, and I can feel the sting in my fingertips every time I clench my hands.Alex said they wouldn’t be gone long, but they’ve been gone for five hours.Shit.Could something have gone wrong?I pause near the couch, trying to steady myself, when the lights flicker overhead.My body reacts before my thoughts do. I move to the window and pull the curtain aside so fast it almost tears. Relief hits me immediately when I see Alex and Boaz stepping out of the car, but it doesn’t last. It dies the second I focus properly.Alex doesn’t look like himself. He keeps running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to pull himself apart, talking rapidly to Boaz. Boaz is right beside him, gripping him, trying to steady him, but Alex looks like he’s barely holding himself together.Something is wrong.Boaz starts guiding

~??? POV~"...Following a six-month investigation, authorities confirmed that Linda Ford had survived the shooting incident years ago and underwent extensive reconstructive surgery while operating under a false identity. Evidence presented during the trial revealed a long-term scheme targeting Sara Jane and members of the Ford family."I tighten my grip on the steering wheel as the reporter's voice crackles through the radio."While the court ruled that Sara Jane acted in self-defense during the original confrontation, prosecutors successfully argued that she concealed evidence by disposing of Linda's body and later escaped lawful custody."A brief pause follows."The jury cited her age at the time, the immediate threat to her life, and the extraordinary circumstances surrounding the case. She was sentenced to house arrest, community service, mandatory counseling, probation, and financial penalties related to obstruction of justice and unlawful escap—"I switch off the radio and push