Semua Bab SAVED BY MY BROTHERS : Bab 51 - Bab 55

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. Somehow, he fel

“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