All Chapters of Fake Fiancée To My Bully Stepbrother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: JaceI didn't take them home. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.I drove past the apartment without slowing down, keeping my eyes on the road while Elena sat silently beside me and Aiden occupied the backseat with the folder resting on his lap.Nobody spoke for the first ten minutes.My hands were tight around the steering wheel, and every time I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw Aiden staring down at those papers like he regretted ever touching them.Good. He should have. "You want to tell me why you're in my car?" I finally asked. Elena turned toward me. "Jace." "No. I'm serious." Aiden lifted his eyes. "I told you why." "You told me Camille gave you a folder." "I told you I was investigating the foundation." "You told us just enough to get us into a parking lot with two men following us."Aiden's jaw tightened. "I didn't know they would come after us." "You didn't know?" My laugh was sharp. "That's your defense?""Pull over." Elena's voice cut through the car. I glance

Elena's POVThe apartment was dark when we stepped inside.Jace reached for the light switch, but nothing happened. He tried again before pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight.The beam swept across the living room. Everything looked exactly as we had left it, yet something about the silence made my stomach tighten.“Aiden, stay here,” Jace said.Aiden ignored him. “If someone broke in, standing in the doorway isn't going to help.”Jace gave him a warning look, but neither of them argued further. We moved deeper into the apartment, checking each room. The kitchen was untouched. The living room was neat. Nothing appeared to have been stolen.Then we reached Noah’s room. The door was open.Jace pushed it wider and stopped. The room had been stripped. Noah’s clothes were gone from the closet. His shoes had disappeared from beside the bed, and even the small things scattered across his desk had been cleared away. Whoever had taken them had done it carefully enough to leave a

Elena's POVThe sound of the front door opening downstairs made my mother go completely still.For a moment, nobody moved.Jace was standing beside me, his attention fixed on Margot. Aiden had the letter in his hands, his eyes moving over the faded handwriting as though he could somehow find an answer between the lines.But my mother's reaction told me everything. She knew who had just come home.“Who is it?” Jace asked. Margot swallowed.“Richard.”The name seemed to change the temperature in the room.I looked toward the hallway. From downstairs came the familiar sounds of someone returning home: the closing of the heavy front door, footsteps crossing the marble foyer, and the quiet exchange between Richard and one of the house staff.My stepfather was home.This was the man whose name had appeared repeatedly in Daniel's records. The man my mother had spent years protecting me from. The man who apparently knew about me before I was even born.I tightened my grip around the letter.“W

POV: Elena The morning after Richard's confession, the house felt different.Nothing had physically changed. The furniture was still in its usual places, the expensive paintings still lined the walls, and the quiet efficiency of the staff continued as though our family had not spent half the night uncovering pieces of a past none of us had been supposed to know.But I couldn't look at the house the same way anymore.Every hallway seemed to hold a secret. Every closed door made me wonder what was behind it.I was halfway through breakfast when Jace walked into the kitchen.He looked exhausted. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he had his basketball bag slung over one shoulder.“You're going to practice?” He pulled out a chair. “Coach moved it to eight.” I looked at the clock. "You've barely slept.” “Neither have you.” “That doesn't answer the question.” He gave me a tired smile.“You've started sounding like Noah.” I couldn't help smiling. “Maybe Noah has more sense than you

POV: ElenaCamille didn't attack me immediately.That would have been too obvious.Instead, she watched. She watched me at games. She watched who I spoke to after class.She watched Jace whenever he walked me across campus.And every time I noticed her, she gave me the same calm smile that made it impossible to tell whether she was planning something or simply enjoying the fact that I was uncomfortable.I had started expecting it.What I hadn't expected was how quickly the whispers changed. The first rumor appeared after Jace's game.Someone posted that I had been “controlling” his decisions. Another account claimed I was distracting him from basketball.By the next morning, there were comments suggesting that Jace's improved performance was only because he was desperate to keep me happy.It was ridiculous. But it was also effective. Because people didn't need proof. They only needed a story that sounded believable.Tessa dropped her phone onto the table during lunch. “She's doing it a