All Chapters of Baited By My Cruel Stepbrother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Remy Laurent stood in the doorway of their latest hideout like a shadow from their darkest nightmares, gun lowered but eyes sharp with calculated desperation. Elara’s heart hammered wildly as she stared at the man who had tried to lure her away multiple times, his presence now feeling like both threat and unexpected lifeline. “I have proof against Grant,” Remy said, voice smooth but urgent. “The therapist has been playing all of you. He’s deeper in the syndicate than you think.”Jax’s reaction was immediate and violent. He nearly punched Remy right there, fist clenched and ready to strike as jealousy and suspicion boiled over. The tension in the small room grew thick enough to choke on, the air crackling with the history of rivalry between the two men. Elara stood frozen between them, heart racing as she tried to process Remy’s claim while Jax’s protectiveness radiated off him in waves.Remy stepped inside cautiously, hands raised as he explained the proof he had gathered. Documents.

The small group huddled in the dim motel room, the tracker device sitting on the table like a live bomb ready to explode. Elara’s hands shook as she helped remove the tiny device from Lila’s bag, the blinking light mocking them with its steady pulse. The discovery had hit like a physical blow, confirming their worst fears. Someone had planted it during their last safe house stay, tracking their every move like prey in a deadly hunt. The realization sent ice through her veins, making every shadow in the room feel like an approaching threat.Jax’s jaw was locked tight, his body radiating barely contained rage as he crushed the device under his boot. The group knew they were compromised, the syndicate always one step ahead in their relentless pursuit. The tracker had turned their fragile sanctuary into another trap, forcing them to run again with nothing but each other and the burning need to survive. Elara felt the weight of it all pressing down on her chest, the constant danger wearing

Marcus played the recording in the dim hideout, his voice steady but his hands shaking as the voice from inside the police department threatened him with deadly precision. The words cut through the room like a blade, exposing corruption that ran deeper than anyone had imagined. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs as she listened, the betrayal hitting like a physical blow. The call had come from someone with real power, someone who knew their every move and was determined to silence them permanently.The recording played on, detailing how officers had been paid to look the other way, how evidence had been planted, how the syndicate had infiltrated the very system meant to protect them. Jax’s face darkened with each word, his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. The inside job felt like the final crack in their already fragile world, turning allies into potential enemies and making every shadow feel like a threat.The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the group like a knif

Vee Hale’s Beverly Hills mansion looked like a war zone, furniture overturned and walls splattered with signs of a violent struggle as Elara and Jax stepped through the shattered front door. The air reeked of expensive perfume mixed with fear and blood, every broken vase and torn painting screaming that the mean girl who had once tormented Elara had been taken by force. Jax’s hand stayed on his gun, body coiled tight as he scanned the destruction, his protectiveness radiating off him in waves. Elara’s heart hammered wildly, the sight of Vee’s trashed home hitting her like a physical blow, reminding her how close the danger was to everyone she cared about.The clues were scattered everywhere. A bloody handprint on the marble counter. A torn designer dress on the floor. Messages scrawled on the walls in what looked like lipstick. The kidnapping felt personal, targeted, another move in the deadly game that refused to end. Elara’s hands shook as she picked up a shattered photo of Vee smil

The stolen boat sliced through the dark Pacific waters like a blade cutting fate, Vee’s broken voice carrying over the roar of the engine as she spilled more devastating details about the conspiracy. Elara gripped the railing, salt spray stinging her face while her mind reeled from the confessions. Vee described how Dr. Grant had orchestrated the entire nightmare, pulling strings from the shadows while pretending to heal their wounds. The revelations landed like fresh wounds, each word carving deeper into Elara’s already shattered trust.Jax’s face darkened beside her, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as the boat bounced over waves. The confession painted Grant as the true puppet master, the therapist who had manipulated them all for his own twisted gain. Elara’s stomach twisted violently, the ocean’s endless motion mirroring the chaos churning inside her. Vee’s voice cracked as she continued, revealing how Grant had used their vulnerabilities against them, turning their pain