All Chapters of SAVED BY MY BROTHERS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the next few days, Zara tried to avoid Rosey and Adrian as much as she could, but it was all in vain. Rosey made sure of that. She spread false rumors about her, twisting the truth until it sounded ugly and believable. Every time their paths crossed, Rosey mocked her openly, her words sharp and deliberate. Zara learned quickly that silence did not protect her it only made her an easier target. The only comfort she had was Carter. He stayed by her side, the only person who remained her friend, the only one who didn’t change. When the entire company learned that Rosey was the lost heiress, everything shifted overnight. The smiles became forced, the respect exaggerated, the same people who once ignored her now bent over backward, walking carefully around her, afraid to offend her, everyone was under Rosey’s grip ! And could you really blame them? It seemed Victor genuinely liked Zara as a person. He admired her kindness there wasn’t a single day he didn’t greet her. Som

“Is she dead?” Rosey asked.Adrian looked guilty. “I really don’t know if she’s dead or not. But what I do know ” he paused, his voice unsteady, “ I clearly saw Dante run her over. I don’t think she survived.”Rosey sighed.He was in Rosey’s room. She had started staying at Ashford’s mansion with Mrs. Ashford.Rosey looked at him and said, “Don’t feel guilty. After all, her husband did this to her. You only gave him her whereabouts and when she would leave work nothing much.”Adrian nodded, guilt flooding his face.Just then, there was a knock. It was late, and Adrian being in her room suddenly felt inappropriate.Rosey opened the door. “Mum…”She looked terrified; the knock had startled them.“Is Adrian still here?” Mrs. Ashford asked.“Yes, he is,” Rosey said.“I would like to talk to him downstairs.”She left.“What’s wrong?” Rosey asked quietly. They both looked at each other, unable to understand what was going on.Adrian went downstairs.He found Mrs. Ashford seated. “Ma’am, you

Zara finally woke, her body weak, her head unbearingly heavy. The room was quiet too quiet. She was alone.Fragments of memory stirred painfully in her mind. The little girl’s voice echoed again.You’re my mother.Zara’s chest tightened.If I am truly her mother, she wondered, why can’t I remember anything? And if I am… then I must have hurt her terribly when I pushed her away.The thought stung. She must have felt so bad.A sudden knock broke the silence.Zara turned toward the door just as it opened. Two people stepped inside a young woman and a man. Strangers.Who are they? she wondered, her heart beating faster.“Hey, Zara!” the young woman rushed toward her, relief flooding her face. “You scared us so badly we were worried sick.”Zara stared at them, searching her mind desperately. Nothing. Not a single familiar feeling.She looked from the woman to the man, then asked calmly, “Who are you?”The woman for a moment, then glanced at the man with a small smile before turning back t

Days passed.Since she had started living in the Ashford mansion, mornings had slowly found a rhythm. That morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains as Zara stood behind Lilly, gently combing through her hair. The little girl sat still, humming quietly, her school uniform already on.She had school.“Is she ready?” Victor’s voice came from outside the room.“Yes, Uncle, I’m done,” Lilly answered before Zara could speak, smiling proudly at her reflection.“Alright then, come, dear. Let’s go.”They stepped out together ,Lilly bouncing with excitement, Zara following behind. Victor stood waiting in the hallway.“Remember to take your meds,” he said, his eyes settling on Zara with quiet concern.“I will, sir. Drive safely,” she replied softly.As Victor lifted Lilly into his arms, the child burst into laughter, wrapping her arms around his neck. Zara watched them walk away, waving as Lilly waved back enthusiastically.Victor was now staying at the mansion with his mother, Lilly

Victor stormed into Rosey’s room, fury radiating from him. He stopped short when he saw his mother seated on her bed , gently nursing her faked injured leg.“Oh, my son,” Mrs. Ashford said softly, forcing a smile. “You’re already here. Your sister fell earlier, but she’s far too stubborn to go to the hospital.”Her words barely registered.Victor’s eyes were fixed on Rosey.“Why are you so cruel and insensitive?” he demanded, his voice sharp with anger.Rosey froze. Her breath caught in her throat. What was he talking about? What had she possibly done?Without another word, Victor raised a phone in his hand Maya’s phone.“Care to explain this?” he asked coldly.Rosey blinked, masking her panic with feigned confusion. “What are you talking about, Victor ?” she asked, pretending not to understand.He let out a heavy sigh, disappointment weighing down his features.“I don’t even know how you got my fiancée’s number,” he said, his voice low and strained. “But you went ahead and sent her