All Chapters of He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Third Person POV.Scarlet, Lizzy, and Elena silently sat together in the waiting room, their thoughts occupied with nothing but fear and concern. They had been waiting for over six hours for news on Ryan’s condition, but still, there was no sign of the doctors.Scarlet’s body ached with exhaustion, and her eyes were swelling from hours of crying. She sat on the hard floor of the OR entrance, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, as she waited anxiously for any word on her husband’s condition. Despite the physical discomfort, she refused to move, unwilling to miss the moment when the doctors would finally come out of the operating room and deliver the good news she was hoping for.Beside her, Lizzy and Elena also kept their eyes on the entrance, their faces clouded with worry. They were the only ones in the family who knew about the accident, as Elena had insisted that Anna be kept in the dark to spare her from the shock.Scarlet hadn’t bothered to disagree since she knew of Anna’

Third Person POV.Scarlet sat opposite Luca in the hospital cafeteria, her nerves on edge as she avoided meeting his intense gaze. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to blame her for Ryan getting shot, just like Elena had, and her mind raced with worry, wondering what she would say if Luca accused her of being partly responsible as Emily’s sister.But to her surprise, Luca remained silent, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Scarlet felt a knot form in her stomach as she waited for him to speak, her hands trembling slightly in her lap.After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke the silence. He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze still fixed on her, as he asked a simple question.“Are you doing okay, Miss?”Scarlet blinked in surprise at the unexpected question. She stuttered a response, her voice barely above a whisper.“I… I’m doing fine, I guess. Not great, but I’ll survive.”He nodded, his expression softening slightly.“Good to know,” he said

Third Person POV.Emily sat across from the detective in the cold, sterile interrogation room, anticipation coursing through her veins. The corners of her lips curled into a sinister smile, a reflection of the satisfaction that pulsed through her being.She couldn’t help but revel in the memory of seeing tears glisten in Scarlet’s eyes after she had pulled the trigger, forever altering her life.Every fiber of her being tingled with a sense of fulfillment, as she had finally claimed a victory over Scarlet. In Emily’s twisted mind, Ryan’s death would symbolize a triumph for her. It was a way to level the playing field and snatch away something that Scarlet considered to be the most important thing in her life.She hungered to hear the confirmation of her newest desire—that Ryan was lying six feet under, irrevocably gone from this world.Detective Garcia sat across from Emily, his patience gradually wearing thin with each passing moment. Her hysterical laughter echoed through the interr

Third Person POV.Weeks Later…Scarlet stood in front of Emily’s grave, wearing a somber black dress, which was an indication that she was very much in mourning. In her hands, she held a bouquet of black roses, which she had specifically ordered as she wanted something that would be a symbol of the darkness that had consumed so much of Emily’s life.It had been over a month since Emily’s death, and with each passing day, the reality had settled on Scarlet’s heart. The knowledge that Emily was truly gone and that it wasn’t a mere figment of her imagination elicited a sense of liberation in Scarlet like nothing she had ever felt before.Her gaze focused on the engraved words etched into Emily’s grave. The words, EMILY PARKER, November 2000 – May 2022, gleamed dully in the sunlight.The realization that Emily had only been twenty-one years old sent a chill coursing down Scarlet’s spine, a reminder of the wasted potential and the malicious intent that had ruined her sister’s life.Memorie

Third Person POV.In Ryan’s room, a tense silence hung heavy in the air as his family gathered around him, their faces holding different emotions ranging from confusion to sadness and relief. Anna clung to her son, her embrace tight and desperate, as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of the situation he was in.But for Ryan, the scene before him was like something out of a surreal dream. He couldn’t understand why everyone in the room was staring at him with tear-filled eyes, why he was in a hospital, and why his mother was holding onto him as if her life depended on it. And most of all, he couldn’t fathom why everyone looked so different.Luca, his older brother, stood in front of him with a look of concern etched on his features, and Ryan couldn’t help but notice how Luca’s appearance had changed since the last time he saw a picture of him. As far as he remembered, Luca had red hair, and he knew his memory wasn’t wrong, as he recalled calling him crazy for deciding to