All Chapters of Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elena’s POVThere’s a certain art in destroying someone.Not the loud, messy kind where everything explodes at once, no. Elena preferred something slower, smarter. The kind where you pull one thread and watch everything quietly fall apart.Zara’s world had always been bright cameras flashing, reporters smiling, fans cheering. People loved her story. The model who fought back, who turned her pain into success. She was everyone’s favorite miracle.Elena had watched her shine for years, pretending to clap and pretending to care. But deep down, she hated it, the way Zara’s name opened doors, the way people adored her so easily. Elena used to think being Zara’s best friend would make some of that light rub off on her. But it didn’t. Instead, she’d been left standing in the shadows, watching Zara get everything.And then came Jayden. The man Elena thought she had the man who only ever wanted Zara. When he threw her away and told her she’d meant nothing, something inside her snapped.So now

Leo’s POVThe sound of Zara’s name trending again hit Leo like a blow to the chest. His phone wouldn’t stop buzzing notifications piling up, headlines multiplying, each one more poisonous than the last.> ZARA LANE SEEN LEAVING PARTY INTOXICATEDFANS EXPRESS CONCERN OVER MODEL’S “DECLINING BEHAVIOR”BRAND DROPS PARTNERSHIP AGAIN AFTER “UNSTABLE IMAGE” CLAIMSHe scrolled through the feed, jaw tight, pulse pounding. The photographs were cruel artfully blurred shots of Zara stepping out of a car, glass in hand, her expression unreadable. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was broken again. But Leo did. He knew those images weren’t real they were staged, twisted, built to look like chaos.And he knew exactly who could do that.“Elena,” he muttered under his breath, the name tasting bitter.Fred’s voice echoed in his head from days ago “You almost turned into her bodyguard, Leo. You’ve been watching Zara for months. Elena must have noticed.”He hadn’t wanted to believe Elena would

Zara’s POV The corridor had gone quiet again, but not the peaceful kind of quiet, it was the kind that came after chaos, when the air itself felt thick with what had just happened.Zara sat in one of the hard plastic chairs, her palms clasped tightly together. The faint antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to everything, the hum of machines echoing behind closed doors. Leo stood by the window, arms crossed, his reflection faint against the glass. Fred had gone to make some calls, trying to stall the press before the situation spiraled.No one had spoken since Elena was rushed back into the ward.Zara couldn’t stop replaying it Elena’s face going pale, her body collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut. One moment she was shouting, her eyes wild with hurt and fury, and the next… she was gone.When the door finally opened, it wasn’t the nurse but a doctor a tall man in his fifties with kind eyes that carried too much experience. His ID tag read Dr. Hamid. He looked from Le

Zara’s POVThe morning air at the hospital was heavy with that uneasy stillness that only comes after chaos. The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and exhaustion. Zara stepped out of the elevator with her heart already racing. Her hair was tied up hastily, her sweatshirt wrinkled, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.She had barely slept all night. Not after the doctor’s words. Not after seeing Leo’s face go pale when Elena fainted right in front of them.And now this.“Elena Beanet’s room?” she asked the nurse at the front desk, her voice thin but urgent.The nurse frowned, flipping through the patient log. “Room 306. But…” She hesitated, looking up.Zara’s stomach tightened. “But what?”“She’s gone.”Zara blinked. “Gone?”The nurse sighed, clearly uncomfortable. “She discharged herself. Early this morning. Around five. We tried to stop her, but she insisted. Said she had something urgent to do.”Zara felt her pulse spike. “She just left? Like that?”The nurse nodded. “She wa

Elena’s POVElena’s body trembled from exhaustion by the time she stumbled through the door of her apartment. The walls felt smaller than usual, the air heavier, pressing against her chest until breathing became a fight. Her vision blurred from tears and pain; her cheek was still burning from Jayden’s slap.She touched it, wincing. Her fingers came away red. The imprint was still there. Her whole life had been about control. Control of her image, her tone, her appearance. But now? There was nothing left to control. The hospital. The STD. The premature labor. The way Jayden had looked at her like she was nothing. The way he’d hit her.The world already thought she was heartless, manipulative, vindictive. And maybe she had been but at least she’d been alive then. Now she just felt hollow.She sank onto the couch, shaking. The apartment was dim, quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the rain tapping against the window. She stared at her reflection in the black TV screen