All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Sara~I don’t believe my eyes.Four months.Four fucking months of panic. Skepticism. Watching over my back.All for this—this motherfucking shit—to turn out to be—“Ha! Ha! Ha!”She laughs, heels clicking against the pavement. "Surprised, aren’t you?”My brain struggles to catch up. Everything feels slow. Unreal.“You know,” she continues, circling me like I’m prey, “all these years, I imagined the kind of face you’d make when this day finally came… when you found out…” She bends closer, her face inches from mine, eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction. “That I was behind it all. That the pretty little shadow that’s been turning your world upside down since the day you dared to share space with Alex… is me.”My jaw tightens. "Isabelle Monroe."She laughs like I’ve just told the funniest joke of the century.God, I want to rip that laugh out of her throat.I tug at the ropes binding my wrists behind the chair, wishing to just lash out and claw my nails at that stupid face of hers.Her l

~Sara~Present Day…Memories are quite dangerous, you know. One minute, they lie low, dormant in the deepest parts of your brain. The next, they pop out like some fucking ad.I let out a bitter laugh. “So all this?All this hide-and-seek? Sneaking in the shadows, trying to make me miserable—was you?”She chuckles. Not the usual kind the naïve Benita would give me. It’s mean. Cold. Calculating. Same face, but a different personality.“And you?” I jerk my head toward the perfect actress who cosplayed as my admin. “What are you? Some henchwoman who does her bidding?”“Not a henchwoman!” Isabelle huffs. “A sister. We might not be related by blood, but our mission makes our bond stronger than anything else.”She says it like it’s the greatest thing to ever happen.I scoff. “Is this some cult or what? Do you all gather wearing hoods, reciting some stupid chant?”“We’re not a cult, ma’am!” She stomps her foot. “We’re the Sisterhood!”“Sisterhood?” I turn to Benita. “Cliché. Did you miss us so

~Sara~Tension fills the room as we all sit round the long table.At the far end of the table sits Sir Alex Ford Sr., calm as always, his hands neatly crossed in front of him. Beside him, Mrs. Ford stares at the group, her expression unreadable.At the opposite end sits Sir Fredrick Frothmoth, Linda’s father. His face is locked in a permanent frown, like someone’s been rubbing him the wrong way for years. His fingers dig into the table, pressing as if he wants to leave an imprint in the wood.Jason, Sandra, and Mira sit beside me, glancing at each other, confused. They have no idea what’s going on, and honestly, with everything going on, neither do I.My eyes keep drifting back to Linda. She’s sitting across from me, clinging to Alex as if her life depends on it. Her fingers are wrapped tight around his arm, head leaning weakly on his shoulder like she was about to die any minute and it takes every restraint I can muster not to roll my eyes.Sir Fredrick breaks the silence. "This is

~Sara~I run as fast as I can.Shit! That didn’t just happen.Linda—Linda—and that mountain she calls a bodyguard—They didn’t just—My stomach twists violently as the image flash in my mind.They didn't just fucking pushed her.I nearly miss Sandra’s door and double back, slamming my palm against it.“Open up! Sandra!” I bang, my other hand dragging through my hair, tugging at the roots like I can pull the image out of my head.Footsteps approach.The door slides open and Sandra peeks out, brows narrowing. “What—”I shove past her before she can finish.“Sara—hey!”I’m already inside, pacing like a caged animal.Sandra shuts the door behind her, looking at me confused. “Okay, what the fuck happened?”“I—I saw—” I calm myself to breathe. “They—she—”“Sara.” Sandra steps closer, grabbing my wrist. “Calm down and say it. I can’t understand you.”I yank my hand free, pacing back and forth. “Linda and her fucking Hulk guard just threw MaryJane into the sea!”She blinks. "What?!”“I went t

~Sara~It feels like a face-off.That’s the only way I can explain it.One second, I’m standing there in Jeremy’s arms, still trying to process the fact that I almost broke my nose. The next, everything changes. Like the room itself knows something is about to go down.Alex and Jeremy stare at each other.In. Tense.Jeremy peers at Alex, amused.While Alex…Alex—He stands there like a storm about to break. His jaw clenches so hard I can see the muscle ticking. His eyes are dark, brows knitted into a tight frown, and a dangerous energy radiates off him in waves. Like something lethal is lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the slightest excuse to break free.And me?Me.I’m the lamb between two lions.Jason steps forward, blinking. "Jeremy? What are you doing here? I thought you never came around.”Jeremy smirks, his eyes still locked on Alex.“I’m here for the anniversary,” he says, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Aunty and Uncle have always been my favorites. It would’ve been b