All Chapters of Want Me Back? Ask My Brothers First: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~AVA~“That witch Lori keeps getting on my bloody nerves!”Bentley storms into Ava’s apartment like a hurricane, flinging her designer purse onto the couch before pacing the living room in rage. Her fingers rake through her hair over and over, as though she’d tear it out if it would somehow calm the anger consuming her.Normally, Ava wouldn’t waste a second caring about whatever new disaster Bentley has created for herself.But the moment Lori’s name leaves her lips, it pricks Ava's attention.“Calm down, Bent.” Ava slips effortlessly into her usual sweet persona as she walks over, resting a comforting hand on Bentley’s shoulder. “What did Lori do this time?”“I saw her having coffee with Aaron.”Bentley’s voice trembles with anger, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.“They were sitting there shamelessly laughing together like they were the only two people in the café. And when I confronted them…” She clenches both fists. “That bitch actually humiliated me.”Ava arches a brow, hid

~LORETTE~ “You… are Masked LRT?”Aaron’s question hangs heavily between us, and all I can offer in return is silence.I part my lips, intending to say something; anything at all, but no words come. It’s as though my tongue has glued itself to the roof of my mouth.Beside me, Marielle finally realizes the magnitude of what she’s just done. Her eyes dart nervously between Aaron and me before she lets out an awkward laugh.“Well…” She clears her throat, quickly pecking both my cheeks. Then she slips her complimentary card into my hand. “I’ll see you later, honey. Make sure you call me when you’re free so we can catch up over dinner… or tea.”Before I can respond, she’s already backing away.Within seconds, she’s hurrying toward the exit like a thief fleeing the scene of a crime, her heels clicking rapidly across the tiled floor as she escapes the fire she has just started.I stare after her in utter disbelief.Honestly, some things never change. Leave it to Marielle to throw me under th

~NATE~“We might experience a slight delay, sir. The traffic ahead is pretty bad.” Michael’s voice comes from the driver’s seat as he carefully maneuvers the car through the congested road. Ava and I occupy the back seat, on our way to the company while dropping her off at the hospital first for her prenatal check-up.Already irritated by the delay, I loosen my tie slightly and lean back against the seat before glancing out the window.A massive digital billboard towers above the street, playing a video on repeat. Crowds have gathered beneath it, many of them filming with their phones while others chatter excitedly or point toward the screen.No wonder traffic has come to a standstill.My attention shifts to the woman in the video, and I recognize her immediately.Masked LRT.The legendary artist who vanished three years ago.Her familiar masked face fills the enormous screen as she smiles gently into the camera.“Good day, everyone.” Her calm voice carries through the speakers moun

~NATE~ “How may I help you?” The moment I step into the gallery where Lori works, a man approaches me and asks.The instant I get a good look at him, I decide I don’t like the bastard. He’s too good looking to be hanging around Lori. Not that he’s anywhere near as good looking as I am, obviously, but that’s beside the point. His mere existence irritates the hell out of me. I know a threat when I see one, and the second our eyes meet, every instinct I have tells me this man is exactly that.“I’m looking for my wife,” I say, unable to stop the smirk threatening my lips as I make her title obvious. “Lori. She works here.”He needs to know she’s married. Maybe then he’ll have enough sense to keep his distance instead of joining the long list of pathetic idiots who think they have a chance with her.“Oh.” That’s all he says. There’s no surprise, discomfort or even the slightest flicker of disappointment in his expression or tone.Instead, he slips one hand casually into his pocket as if

~LORETTE~“Apologize to her.” Nate’s voice is calm, but the command he issues Bentley leaves no room for argument.I blink at him in confusion.He’s standing a few feet away with a face carved from stone, every trace of his usual smugness gone. Beside him, Bentley’s eyes are swollen and red from crying, yet they’re still filled with enough resentment to burn holes straight through me.My gaze shifts between the two of them.“W-What’s going on?”“Go on,” Nate says to Bentley again, his expression never changing. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”Bentley’s legs visibly tremble as she walks toward me. She stops directly in front of me, refusing to meet my eyes for more than a second.“I’m… sorry.”“What are you sorry for?” Nate barks from behind her, making all of us flinch. “Tell her.”Bentley inhales a shaky breath.“I-I’m sorry for the lies my friend spread about you online.” The words come out through gritted teeth, as though each one physically pains her to say. “I was the one who aske