All Chapters of Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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A serpent smile

Elena hadn’t planned to stay at the hospital so long. But seeing Zara lying there weak and lost, had kept her frozen in place for some minutes. She waited quietly in corners, her heart pounding, until her phone lit up with Jayden’s name. Her hands shook as she dialledJayden’s phone number. “Jayden, it’s me,” she said quickly, her voice shaking with fear and hope. There was a long silence. Then his voice came, cold and sharp like broken glass. “Why are you calling me?” “Because you need to know something,” she said fast. “It’s about Zara. She doesn’t remember. When she woke up, she asked for you. Not Leo. Just you and I guess she still thinks I'm best friends with her..” The silence felt heavier. Elena imagined Jayden’s face his eyes narrowing, a small cruel smile spreading. Finally, he laughed softly. Not warm or kind. But full of satisfaction. “Well,” Jayden said quietly, “looks like fate just gave me a gift.” Elena gripped the phone tighter, her desperation spilling out

A familiar Stranger

The roses felt soft in Zara’s hands, their pale petals brushing her skin like something familiar like a dream she almost remembered. The scent was sweet, comforting, and it stirred something inside her. Something distant. Something warm.Jayden stood in front of her, holding that steady smile he always wore calm and sure of himself, like nothing ever shook him. Somehow, in the middle of all her confusion since the accident, his presence felt like a piece of solid ground.She moved aside to let him in. It felt easy. Too easy. Her body reacted before her thoughts caught up. Her mother gave her a careful look, and her father’s jaw tensed as he shut the door behind them with a quiet thud.Jayden’s eyes wandered around the room, then settled back on her. Softer now. “You look… fragile,” he said, voice low and gentle. “I hated hearing you were hurt.”Zara’s chest tightened. The ache in her ribs deepened, but not from the injury. He still cares. Or at least, he seemed to.“I don’t remember

Shadows at the door

Leo stood on the front porch of the Lane house long after the door had closed, his hand still clutching the lilies he had bought with a tenderness that now felt foolish. The wooden door in front of him might as well have been a wall of steel shutting him out not just from Zara’s home, but from her life at the same time.He hadn’t missed the way her eyes lit up at Jayden’s arrival, the way her lips had shaped his brother’s name with a kind of relief, like he was a lifeline thrown into stormy waters. It had ripped through him like a blade, precise and merciless.For the first time in years, Leo felt powerless. Not in the way he had when boardrooms turned hostile or rivals tried to outmaneuver him those battles had rules, strategies, outcomes he could control with enough patience and leverage. This was different. This was chaos. This was heartbreak disguised as fate.He let out a harsh breath, stepping back from the porch. The lilies sagged in his grip, their delicate petals bruising un

Ghosts in the garden

The roses Jayden had given her were now sitting in a crystal vase on the small table by her window. They perfumed the room, soft and cloying, as though they were trying too hard to cover something up. Zara sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers idly tracing the rim of the vase while her thoughts tangled themselves into knots.Jayden had been charming lately, too charming, perhaps. His words had flowed like honey, his smile carefully measured, his hand brushing hers at just the right moment. It was comforting in a way, like slipping into a familiar rhythm, a song half-remembered.And yet…There was something she couldn’t name. Something in the way her chest tightened when he looked at her. It wasn’t nerves, not exactly. More like the feeling of stepping into a room you thought you knew, only to realize the furniture had been rearranged while you were gone.Her father had been stiff all evening, his polite nods to Jayden clipped, his tone guarded. Her mother, even quieter. Every time J

The spiders web

Elena set the receiver back in its cradle, her pulse still racing, a wide smile tugging at her lips. The landline had worked like a charm. Zara had picked up, her voice soft and trusting, like no time had passed between them at all.Relief and triumph curled together inside Elena’s chest like smoke. For weeks she had been nothing more than a discarded shadow, shoved aside by Jayden, spat on by his cruelty. The moment he discovered she had whispered against him during the trial, she had been banished her whole life had turned upside down and her comforts ripped away.But now? Now Zara’s accident had shifted the board in Elena’s favor.Zara didn’t remember Leo. She didn’t remember the betrayal, the chaos, the bloodied nights that had nearly ended her life. All she remembered all she clung to was Jayden. And in Zara’s fragile, fractured world, Elena still existed as her confidante, her anchor.“Perfect,” Elena whispered to herself, sinking back into the worn couch of her small apartment.

fragments of a shattered mirror

The house was quiet that afternoon, too quiet for Zara’s restless mind. Sunlight pooled across the living room floor, warm and golden, but it felt distant like it was shining on someone else’s life, not hers. She sat curled in the armchair, a knitted throw draped over her shoulders, staring at the muted television screen.She didn’t recognize this version of herself.The Zara she remembered or thought she remembered was confident, sharp, a model whose face once graced magazines. That Zara had power in her stride, certainty in her smile. The girl sitting here now felt like a ghost, unsure of her own reflection.And then there were the memories.They came in flashes, fragments of a mirror shattered across the floor. A face leaning toward her in the dark, lips moving but no sound reaching her. A pair of strong arms lifting her after she fell. Rain streaking down a windshield. A voice whispering her name sometimes it sounded like Jayden’s, sometimes like someone else’s.Zara pressed a h

Leo’s vigil

The penthouse was dark except for the glow of the city through the wide glass windows. Leo sat in his study, hunched over the edge of his desk with his head in his hands. The city skyline blurred into streaks of white and red, but he wasn’t really seeing it. His mind was fixed on Zara, on the sound of her voice when she had looked at him and asked, “Who are you?”Those words still hollowed him out every time they echoed back. He had thought he’d endured every kind of pain betrayal from Jayden, his stepfather’s venom, his mother’s death. But nothing compared to Zara not knowing him.He should have been grateful she was alive at all. The doctors had said the fall could have ended differently. But survival came with a cruel twist delayed amnesia, stripping away the bond they had rebuilt so painstakingly over the past months. A bond forged in late nights, whispered truths, and one stolen kiss in the rain.Now, in her world, none of that existed.Leo dragged a hand over his face and reach

shadows of memory

The walls of her bedroom felt different now not because they had changed, but because she had. Zara traced her fingertips across the pale cream wallpaper, the familiar ridges that used to comfort her. They didn’t anymore. They felt foreign, like she was standing in a place she was supposed to know but couldn’t quite belong to.She had been home for a week since leaving the hospital, but it still felt like she was living inside a story told to her by someone else. The photographs on the wall, the sketches of handbags she remembered drawing, the soft perfume of her mother now lingering in the hallway they were all pieces of a life she recognized in fragments but couldn’t tie together into something whole.And then there was Leo.She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the window. She had asked him point blank in the hospital, “Who are you?” and she hadn’t meant it to wound him, though the way his face had flickered in that moment had stayed with her. He ha

Dinner with ghosts

The resturant was too bright, too loud, too crowded for the tension in Zara’s chest. She smoothed her dress nervously as she stepped through the door, scanning the room until her eyes landed on Jayden. He was already seated at a corner table, a bouquet of daisies propped against the empty chair beside him. His smile was immediate, dazzling the kind of smile that made heads turn.For a heartbeat, she felt lighter. He looked like safety. He looked like someone who belonged in her story, though she couldn’t remember the chapters.And then she saw Elena.Her bestfriend standing just behind Jayden, waving eagerly, her eyes lighting up as though she’d been waiting all her life for this reunion. Zara’s stomach twisted. Something about Elena’s smile was too sharp, her enthusiasm too staged, but she forced herself to smile back anyway.“Zee!” Elena rushed forward, pulling her into a hug that lingered just a second too long. “You look amazing. I’m so glad you agreed to this. We’ve missed you so

The Silence between us

The city was humming outside his penthouse windows, neon bleeding into glass, but Leo couldn’t hear any of it. His mind was too loud. His chest too tight.Fred had told him to stay calm. To let Zara’s healing take its course. To wait.But how could he wait when Jayden was circling her like a vulture?Leo sat at his desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey sweating against his palm, the screen in front of him glowing with numbers he couldn’t bring himself to read. His phone sat beside it, a stubborn weight he hadn’t touched in hours. He hadn’t called Zara, hadn’t texted. He’d promised her father he wouldn’t overwhelm her.And yet every second of silence gnawed at him.Fred’s voice replayed in his head, steady and maddeningly practical: If you push her, you’ll scare her away. You’ll make her cling to what she thinks she knows. Be patient, Leo. Give her space. She’ll find her way back.But now word had reached him whispered by someone on the periphery of Jayden’s entourage, a nervous intern

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