Brotherzoned: My Bestfriend’s Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Isla’s POVIn the evening…..The house was loud.Not loud in the way parties were loud, but in the way families got when they tried too hard to act normal. Silverware clinked too often. Chairs scraped. Too many voices overlapped in the dining room, all of it forced into cheerfulness like it could erase what had happened the night before.Sienna was sitting at the table again for dinner. Better. Brighter. Smiling.Aurora had wrapped her in layers of warmth and care like armor—soft sweaters, tea that kept getting refilled before the cup was empty, questions asked too gently. Ronan stood behind her chair, one solid hand resting on her shoulder as if to remind the world she was still here.Marco hovered too.He didn’t hover like Aurora. He hovered like a man who’d once carved power out of violence but now only had worry left. Everything Sienna reached for appeared before her hand even completed the movement.Rico sat across from me, leaning back in his chair with that careless posture he

Isla’s POVThe evening air flowed against my feet as I hurried down the stairs, heart hammering like a warning drum. I had overslept, of course—classic me—and now I was late for Sienna’s wedding. Rico was waiting by the sleek black car, his posture sharp, eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator measuring prey. He had woken me up with his calls, not sure if I would even wake up.“Finalmente,” he exclaimed in Italian, eyebrows rising, voice laced with mock irritation as he gestured for me to move faster. “Dove eri? Pensavo ti avessi dimenticato!” Finally, where were you? I thought you’d forgotten!I swallowed, cheeks flushed, tugging my dress into place—it was one of the dresses Zayne had gotten me in Michigan. The fabric clung to me just enough to feel elegant without feeling too exposed(my cleavages were out), and I could tell Rico noticed. He didn’t comment, of course, but his gaze lingered for a fraction too long.I slid into the passenger seat, fingers fumbling with my clutc

Zayne’s POV“Couldn’t you at least add some colors to your dressing today,” Sienna muttered, eyes flicking over me through the mirror, “instead of looking like a sadist?”I watched her from the chair by the wall as the stylist crouched to secure the thin strap of her heel. Crystal chandeliers hovered overhead like frozen light. White drapes swallowed the room. Everything was supposed to be beautiful.I exhaled slowly. I didn’t tell her the real reason.I hadn’t worn my contacts today.Sienna knew I was colorblind without them. Knows I can’t see properly, can’t separate shades, can’t tell what bleeds into what. But she didn’t know that I’d ripped them out in anger a few days ago, back at home, stormed out before my hands stopped shaking.Forgot to fix them back in. Or maybe I didn’t forget.Maybe I just didn’t care.Right now, the whole room looked like one washed-out shade of nothing. No separation. No clarity. Just a blur of light and shadow.Sienna turned fully to face me, finally n

Isla’s POVI forced my face into a smile so quickly it almost hurt.“Isabella,” I breathed, tone sugar-smooth, “long time.”“Likewise.” She tilted her chin delicately, nothing but elegance and quiet cruelty. Then she turned, fingers brushing Silas’s arm as if presenting him. “Silas, come on. Won’t you greet Isla?”Silas straightened, expression unreadable but polite enough to fool anyone who didn’t know better.“Long time,” he said gently. “It’s nice seeing you here.”Nice seeing you here? Fucking pretender.God, he was pretending so well I almost questioned myself.And Isabella—did she know? Did she sense something? Was this her test?My heart beat hard but steady. I lifted my chin, mirroring their performance.“You too,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t tremble.Silas studied my face just a second too long. As if searching. As if waiting. But his smile stayed in place, polite and harmless—public-friendly, client-friendly, wedding-friendly.“Did you come with your family?” Isabella

Isla’s POVEvery instinct in my body screamed to look again, to wait, to see. But the fear—The fear that something might’ve already happened to Sienna burned through me stronger than curiosity ever could. I couldn’t waste another second staring into the dark when someone’s life might still be at risk.I spun around and bolted inside.The hallway swallowed me again, warm light replacing the cold air outside. My breath came in ragged bursts as I pushed through the double doors and reentered the main hall.And instantly, my heart slowed. Just slightly. Everything was still intact.The decorations untouched. Guests laughing, dancing, and drinking.Music still humming faintly under the chaos buzzing in my chest. Nothing was destroyed. Nothing was disrupted. And—thank God—no screaming.But Zayne—Still nowhere.My eyes scanned the hall desperately while my brain spun. My pulse throbbed against my ribs. Every face I saw wasn’t the one I needed. Every second felt like another chance lost.A