All Chapters of Want Me Back? Ask My Brothers First: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

~LORETTE~This has to be the busiest week of my entire life. The days blur together so quickly that I barely have time to breathe.Everyone is busy.Every single one of my brothers throws themselves into one task or another, while Ella somehow manages to oversee everything without ever looking overwhelmed. Aaron helps wherever he’s needed too, bouncing between the venue, the gallery, meetings, logistics, and a dozen other things I can’t even keep track of.One minute they’re inspecting the event hall, the next they’re discussing lighting, seating arrangements, security, and catering. Then they’re reviewing the ticketing website, making sure every online reservation is running smoothly, before rushing off to deal with another problem.Watching them all work so tirelessly because of me fills me with a warmth I don’t quite know how to describe.At home, Ella insists that I need a custom gown worthy of the occasion.Before I know it, she’s invited a renowned fashion designer over.One lo

~LORETTE~ “Does anyone know who they are?” Aaron keeps his voice low as he leans toward Ella, but she simply shakes her head.“Uhm… I- I’ve never seen them before.”Around us, the rest of my team has already broken into hushed conversations, everyone trying to guess the identities of the mysterious bidders.“Maybe they’re from a mafia family.” Marielle whispers with complete seriousness.Every single one of us slowly turns to stare at her. She shrugs awkwardly.“What? It would explain the masks.” She gestures toward the screen. “If not, why would anyone hide their identities at an event like this?”Aaron lets out a laugh.“Easier explanation: they’re high-profile collectors who don’t want the media knowing what they’re buying.”“Oh.” Marielle blinks. “…that makes a lot more sense.”Chuckling, we turn our attention back to the live broadcast.The production team splits the screen now. One side focuses on Nate, while the other zooms in on the two masked men seated quietly near the back

~AVA~“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ava mutters to herself as she sits frozen in her seat, her smile long gone as she watches Apex command the stage with that effortless charisma of his.The audience sings along, waving their phone lights in the air, and applauding after every song.At the center of it all stands Lori who’s laughing and smiling so brightly that the entire ballroom seems to revolve around her.The sight leaves a bitter taste in Ava’s mouth.To make matters worse, of all the people in the world, her own cousin is the one performing tonight.She doesn’t care how internationally famous Apex is. He should’ve rejected the invitation! He should’ve turned this event down.Then again, can she really blame him? Just like everyone else, he had no idea who Masked LRT truly was.The humiliation still burns beneath her skin. She has never felt so publicly humiliated in her entire life. She had spent weeks bragging about becoming friends with Masked LRT, looking down on Lori as th

~NATE~ “Sir, would you like me to have your secretary connect you with the team from Montgomery Enterprises now?”Michael’s voice breaks through the silence just as I shut my laptop with a weary sigh. I’ve spent the entire day buried under contracts, financial reports, and meeting summaries, and at this point, even another five minutes of work sounds unbearable.I lean back in my chair and tip my head against the leather headrest, staring up at the ceiling.“No,” I reply after a moment. “We’ll deal with that tomorrow.”The thought barely leaves my mind before another one takes its place.“Did you manage to get through to Lori?”Michael shifts awkwardly. “I tried again, sir. But she blocked my number.”A laugh slips out before I can stop it.Of course she did. It’s so unbelievably Lori now that I can’t even bring myself to be annoyed anymore.That girl has become an expert at cutting off every possible route I could use to reach her. She blocks my number, blocks Michael’s number, and

~LORETTE~The gallery has never been this busy, not even during its grand opening two years ago. It was Aaron who said so himself.Ever since the unveiling event, customers have been pouring in from the moment we open until long after closing time. Every painting we display is sold almost immediately, and more often than not, some people aren’t coming to buy art but to simply meet me.Some ask for photographs, and others bring sketchbooks for me to sign.Many tell me they’ve followed Masked LRT for years and never imagined they’d one day meet the woman behind the mask.The journalists are even worse.Hardly a day passes without someone requesting an interview, hoping to be the next publication to feature my story.The constant influx of visitors becomes so overwhelming that Aaron eventually replaces the gallery’s front entrance with a reinforced security door, allowing staff to screen visitors before letting them inside.“I never imagined fame could become a workplace hazard.” He jok