Lahat ng Kabanata ng Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Zara! Zara, please… don’t do this!” Leo’s voice was soft and broken, it sounded barely more than a whisper against the loud sirens around them. He knelt down on the cold pavement, holding her hands tightly like his life depends on it, feeling the faint, weak beat of her pulse beneath his fingers. Around them, red and blue lights flashed wildly. Paramedics rushed, police officers moved quickly, and people stppd and stare, their face pale in shock. But none of that mattered to him. All he could see was Zara lying still and quiet on the ground. She was the reason his lie had led to this terrible moment. And he was desperate to keep her with him.“Please,” he begged, resting his forehead on her cold, still hand. Tears ran down his face, hot and sharp against his skin. “Please, Zara… don’t leave me.” A paramedic gently tried to pull him away. “Sir, you need to step back. We have to work.” But Leo didn’t move. He held her hand tighter, his grip full of fear and desperate

The cold, white walls of the hospital were all Leo knew now. His days blurred together, spent either at Zara’s side talking to her, hoping she’d hear him or in the waiting room, his eyes fixed on his phone, quietly waging war.The grief that once crushed him had changed. It didn’t break him anymore, it made him stronger. The guilt still lived in his chest, but now it burned with purpose. He had stopped crying. His sadness had turned into something colder and stronger. He wasn’t just waiting anymore. He was hunting.Jayden had taken too much from him. And Leo wasn’t going to rest until he made sure that Jayden paid for everything. Every lie. Every scar. Every broken piece of Zara lying in that hospital bed.He owed her that much. At the very least.Leo’s private security team of highly trained, silent professionals from military and intelligence backgrounds was now fully active. They moved fast, with the kind of skill and precision no regular police force could match.Their first task

Three days agoThe hospital room was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of machines. Leo sat beside Zara's bed, holding her hand, his mind a million miles away, replaying what had happened the last few days. He was pulled from his thoughts by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number. He hesitated, before answering it."Hello, who is this?""It's Elena." The voice was soft and fragile.Leo's grip on Zara's hand tightened. The name hit him like a physical blow. Elena, Jayden's girlfriend, the woman who had stood by while Jayden tore Zara apart. "What do you want?" he said, his voice colder than he intended."I know I'm not the right person to call right now," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But I have to tell you something about Jayden. In exchange, I need your help."Leo scoffed. "Help with what? Why would I help you?""I'm pregnant," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You must have seen it on the news."Leo had seen the headlines. Jayden and Elena, expecting a bab

The hospital room was too quiet and unnaturally quiet. Not just silent, but empty in a way that made Leo’s chest tighten. He stepped through the door, holding a bouquet of pink peonies her favorite and stopped in his tracks. The bed was bare. No sheets, no pillows. The machines were gone too. Even the soft beeping he’d grown used to was missing. The room looked spotless, like no one had ever stayed there. Like she had never existed in that space at all. A heavy, cold feeling settled in his stomach, something he knew too well. Dread. Why hadn’t anyone told him she was being moved?Leo ran to the nurses' station, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. “Zara ,” he gasped, his voice tight with panic. “Where is she?”The nurse, a kind-faced woman who had seen him pacing the halls for months, gave him a sad look. “Mr. Wellington, she was discharged this morning. Her father signed the papers.”The words hit him like a punch to the gut. Discharged. Without a single word to him

The soft sounds of an ordinary morning filled the kitchen, the gentle bubbling sound of coffee brewing, the quiet rustle of a newspaper being turned. It was nothing special, just the kind of peaceful moment most people take for granted. But for Zara, it felt unfamiliar, almost strange. She hadn’t had a morning like this in months. Her body had finally healed the bruises had faded, the pain in her bones was gone. In its place was a new kind of strength, quiet but steady. Still, the emotional wounds lingered. The memories of that night clung to her like a shadow, always just behind her, always close. She sat at the kitchen table, hands wrapped around a warm mug, eyes on her father as he read. He didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt fragile, like something that might break if either of them spoke too soon.She knew she had to say it. She couldn't keep running from the truth anymore. "Dad," she began, her voice a little shaky