All Chapters of Under the Mistletoe with my Ex's Brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Damian's POVBrother.The word didn't make sense at first. I just stood there staring at Victoria like she'd said something in a language I didn't speak.Then Michael smiled at her.And it clicked.Victoria and Michael were siblings.But how?"What do you mean brother?" Scarlet's voice came out barely above a whisper. She was still pressed against Michael, the gun gone from her forehead now but he hadn't let go of her yet.Victoria looked almost pleased that we were confused. She liked having information we didn't. "Tell her," she said to Michael with a cruel smile "Tell her how you found me."Michael's grip on Scarlet loosened slightly before he nodded and looked at me. "A few months ago I hired someone to help me find my biological family," he said. His voice was quieter now, more human than it had been all night. "I was adopted when I was three. I never knew anything about where I came from."Victoria tilted her head. "And he found me." She said it the way you'd describe a mild

Scarlet's PovThe morning sun was blinding after the dim interior. Police vehicles everywhere. Officers talking to paramedics. Media vans starting to gather at the property line, held back by yellow tape.Paramedics rushed toward me and Jace immediately."Ma'am, are you okay? Let us check you over."One of them was young and kind-looking. She crouched down to Jace's level. "Hey buddy. My name is Sarah. Can I take a look at that cut?"Jace buried his face in my neck."It's okay, baby," I murmured. "She's going to help make sure you're okay."They guided us toward an ambulance. I sat on the back edge, letting them examine Jace first. His cut needed cleaning and proper bandaging but wasn't serious. They checked him for other injuries. Asked him questions gently.I watched Damian emerge from the farmhouse. He was talking to Detective Martinez. Answering questions. His arm was still bleeding through the bandage where the bullet had grazed him.He kept glancing over at me and Jace. I looked

Damian's pov Grant's expression said it all. "Not without a blood test from that night. And even then, Rohypnol leaves the system within 24-72 hours. It's been nine weeks.""So this is useless.""I didn't say that." He pulled up more footage. "Watch what happens next."On screen, I was barely able to sit upright. Victoria was holding me steady, talking to the bartender. Then she helped me stand."She's taking you upstairs," Grant narrated.The footage showed her half-carrying me through the lobby to the elevators."Now here's where it gets interesting." Grant switched files. "Hallway footage from that floor.""The hotel said there was a malfunction—""There was. After I pushed hard enough, they admitted the cameras were working that night but the files were corrupted. Corrupted the same night you were there. Convenient, right?""She deleted them.""Or paid someone to. These hotels have lax security. Fifty bucks to the right person and footage disappears."Grant showed me what little

Scarlet's POV The courthouse was cold despite the summer heat outside. I sat in the wooden gallery waiting for my case to be called. My lawyer, Patricia, sat beside me reviewing notes. She was in her fifties, sharp as a knife, and had handled my divorce from Lucas years ago. "You ready?" she asked. "As I'll ever be." Lucas sat on the other side of the courtroom with his lawyer. He'd cleaned up for this. Nice suit. Hair combed. Trying to look like a responsible father instead of the man who'd been too busy having sex to notice his son run away. The bailiff called our case and we all stood. Judge Morrison was a woman in her sixties with gray hair and a no-nonsense expression. "I've reviewed the initial filings," she said. "This hearing was ordered following a serious incident where the minor child, Jace Cole, was kidnapped after leaving Mr. Lucas Cole's re

Lucas's POV I threw the lamp first and it hit the wall and shattered. Glass everywhere. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The whiskey bottle went next. I smashed against the fireplace, Amber liquid running down the white brick. "Lucas, stop—" I grabbed the picture frame off the mantle. Me and Jace at the zoo last year. His smile. My arm around him. Gone. All of it gone! Next, I hurled the frame across the room. The glass exploded on impact. "Lucas, you need to stop please—" Savannah was suddenly standing in the doorway to the bedroom. She'd gotten bigger since I'd seen her last. The pregnancy showing now. My child. Another child I'd probably lose. "Get out!" I growled.