Semua Bab Off Limits: My Brother's Best Friend : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Elena’s hands shook as she held the phone out for Damien to see. The message glowed ominously on the screen: "You removed the puppets. But you still haven’t found the one holding the strings." Below it was a crystal-clear photo of Leo and Noah sleeping peacefully in their beds, taken from inside the house just twenty minutes earlier. Damien’s face drained of color. Without a word, he bolted upstairs, Elena right behind him. They burst into the boys’ rooms. Both children were still sound asleep, completely unaware of the danger. Max lifted his head from the floor, tail thumping once before settling back down. Nothing looked disturbed. No broken windows. No signs of forced entry. “How is this possible?” Elena whispered, her voice trembling. “The security system is state-of-the-art. We changed all the codes after Victoria’s arrest.” Damien was already on the phone with his head of security. “Lock the entire property down. No one enters or leaves. Review every camera feed from the last

Elena stood motionless in the hallway, the tiny silver earring resting in the palm of her hand like a poisonous gift. The fact that Sophia had been inside their home again, moving silently past all the new security measures, made her blood run cold. The house that had once been their sanctuary now felt like a cage with invisible eyes watching their every move. Damien took the earring from her, his expression a mixture of fury and fear. “She’s taunting us. She wants us to know she can reach the boys anytime she wants.” They spent the rest of the night in the living room with Lila, going over every detail of Sophia’s movements. The new security team reviewed hours of footage, but somehow Sophia had managed to avoid every camera. She knew the blind spots better than the people who installed the system. That realization was perhaps the most terrifying part, she had studied their home like a predator studies its prey. By morning, the boys could sense the tension in the air. Leo kept a

Elena sat on the dusty attic floor, the old journal open in her lap like a wound that refused to heal. The handwriting was undeniably hers, the same slanted loops and sharp crossings she had used since she was a teenager. Yet the words on the page felt like they belonged to a stranger. She had no memory of writing them. No memory of the dark period the journal described. The final line kept repeating in her mind like a curse: "If I ever lose myself, remember, the enemy was always inside the house." Her hands trembled as she turned the page. The next entry was dated nearly a decade earlier, before she had ever met Damien. It spoke of a different name, a different life, one filled with anger and carefully planned revenge against a powerful family that had destroyed her own. The details were vague but chilling. There were mentions of a “mentor” who had guided her, someone who had helped her build a new identity and infiltrate the very world that had taken everything from her. Elena clos

Elena gripped the door handle as the car sped away from the house that had once been their sanctuary. The journal sat in her lap like a live grenade, its pages heavy with words she couldn’t remember writing. Every mile they put between themselves and that property felt both like escape and like walking straight into Sophia’s trap. Damien drove in tense silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, while two black SUVs flanked them front and back, part of the new security detail that had arrived just hours earlier. The new safe house was three hours north, a secluded estate owned by one of Damien’s oldest business partners. It had its own private security team, underground bunker, and no connection to any of their previous properties. Elena kept replaying Sophia’s video in her mind, the calm smile, the way she had spoken about “the real Elena,” the chilling promise that she would see them soon. The words had burrowed under her skin like splinters. “Talk to me,” Damien said finall

Elena leaned back against him, drawing strength from his solid presence even as fear coiled tighter in her chest. The safe house was supposed to be their fortress, yet Sophia had already proven she could reach inside its walls. The live stream from earlier that evening had shown their own kitchen, broadcast from within the property itself. No intruder had been found despite the thermal sweeps and motion sensors. That meant one terrifying possibility: Sophia had help from someone already inside their circle.They stood together in silence for several minutes, watching the dark forest beyond the reinforced windows. The boys were asleep upstairs under constant guard, but Elena couldn’t stop picturing Sophia’s face on the screen, that calm smile promising she would see them soon. The journal on the nightstand felt like it was watching them too, its pages heavy with words Elena still couldn’t fully claim as her own.“I need to read it again,” she said quietly, pulling away from Damien and