All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~SARA~I blink. “What?”“Mrs. Ford is a picky eater,” she says. “It takes a highly skilled chef to prepare a dish palatable to her taste buds. If one of you can get a compliment from Mrs. Ford for your dish, then you will head the kitchen for a month.”I swallow.Shit. Consider yourself doomed, Sara.“Well…” I begin, trying to think of an excuse when—“We will do it,” Mira cuts in.I turn to her, staring daggers. “Excuse me?”She smirks. “We will take up the challenge, Martha. Surely…” She grins at me. “Preparing a dish shouldn’t be a Herculean task.”“Well, I would appreciate it if you didn’t go around speaking for me,” I grit out.She places a hand on her chest, mouthing an oh as if stunned. “Why so defensive, Sara? It’s just preparing a dish. Or are you scared you might whip up a disastrous concoction since…” Her grin widens. “You can’t cook.”Martha gasps. “What? Miss Jane, you can’t cook?”I press my lips into a thin, hard line, boring holes into Mira’s stupid face. She winks at

~SARA~“Alright!” Martha’s voice echoes through the dining room.Mrs. Ford, Sir Alex Sr., Jason, and Alex- who just dropped by few minutes ago- are already seated.“Begin the serving!” Martha orders.Mira and Maryjane step forward.“This is Beef Yangzhou Fried Rice,” Mira says proudly, standing tall like she already won the competition, as the maids place a plate each in front of Mrs. Ford, Alex, Jason, and Sir Alex Sr.“It is a famous Chinese dish from Jiangsu province,” she continues. “It started many years ago during the Sui Dynasty. In Chinese culture, rice means abundance and unity. Beef represents strength and prosperity. Every grain must be separate but balanced together. It shows harmony.”One of the maids whispers, “Huh? Is she still taalking about food or some new aritistic discovery?"Jenifer leans closer to Lillian. “Madam Mira is so knowledgeable. She is definitely winning this competition.”Alex, Jason, and Sir Alex Sr. nod slowly while Mira keeps talking."The vegetable

~SARA~I blink.What the hell just happened?Mira lunges for the laptop, shoving the tech guy aside. Her eyes dart frantically across the screen as if staring hard enough will somehow alter what just played.“This—” she points at the screen, her finger trembling. “This can’t be real. She must have left the kitchen to switch her food. That food isn’t hers!”Mrs. Ford pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head slowly. “How would that be possible, Mira? The video clearly shows her helping to put out the fire.”“Well…” Mira steps back, momentarily at a loss for words. “I… It…” Her eyes brightens and she snaps her fingers."She did leave the kitchen once,” she says.“She left the kitchen to go to her room,” Jason groans. “The food wasn’t even prepared at that time.”I pinch myself slowly to make sure I’m not dreaming. The sharp sting on my arm tells me this is very real.How is this happening?!“Besides,” Mrs. Ford adds, “there is nothing strange about her going to her room.”“But

~SARA~I stir on the bed with a wide smile on my face.For a few seconds, I don’t even open my eyes. I just lie there, wrapped in warmth. Wrapped in the scent of last night's memory.I stretch an arm lazily across the bed, searching for Alex. My fingers brush against cold sheets.I jerk up from bed instantly.The space beside me is vacant. The duvet is crumpled, the pillow is slightly dented, but there’s no Alex.“No… no, no…” I mutter, looking frantically around the room.Did he leave?Did he just—Use me?Walk away like it meant nothing? Like he did before?The thought hits so hard I physically sway. A lump forms in my throat, My vision blurs. Tears gathers against my will.I lean back against the headboard, dragging the bedspread up to my chest as though it can shield me from the humiliation already forming in my mind.How stupid could I be?To think this time would be different.To think— my breath shudders. A tear slips down before I can stop it.Then—Something catches my eye o

~SARA~"So you're saying you won't be available for breakfast?" Benita asks, watching me from the corner of her eye."Yes." I say as I slid the penknife from the utensils pack on the counter and slip it discreetly into my bag. It clinks as it drops in but I mask the sound by screeching a foot on the floor."My mom is going through some crisis right now." I turn to her, taking a step forward. "She asked me to come and help sort it out."She nods sympathetically. "Okay..." Then, tilts her head to a side, peering at me. "Your mom must be really precious to you, ma'am."The words catches me unawares. She shrugs. "How come you never talk about her?"My gaze flickers for just a moment, before I quickly regain control of my expression. Shit, don’t let her see anything."Well... I..." I clear my throat, struggling to compose myself. "I’ve just been really busy with work, and you know..." I chuckle. "The thing with my suspension.""Oh." She pouts. "It must be tough. Being in the city and not