Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Ex's Brother : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

EMILY’S POV I left Denise's house after making sure Florida was perfectly fine. Ethan had insisted on staying back a little longer, saying he needed to have a few words with Denise. I did not ask what they were going to talk about. I no longer cared enough to know. I was exhausted. Emotionally drained. My mind had been on overdrive ever since the truth about their betrayal had surfaced. Ethan drove me back home. The ride was silent, but it was not the uncomfortable kind of silence. It was the sort of silence where words were not necessary. We both understood that we needed time to let everything settle in our hearts. When we reached my house, he pulled up in front of the gate. He did not get out. He just leaned slightly toward me and kissed my forehead gently. “Get some rest. I will see you later, okay?&rdq

EMILY’S POV What just happened? What in the world had just happened? The sound of my name echoing so loud and desperate pulled me out of the suffocating cloud of confusion. It snapped me back into a reality I was not ready to face. My heart raced so violently that it felt like it would tear through my chest. I looked down, and there she was. Florida. She was in my arms, drenched in a pool of blood that was growing larger by the second. The sight made my breath hitch. My mind refused to accept it. This was not real. This could not be happening. But the warmth of her blood on my hands, the faint weight of her body leaning against mine, told me otherwise. She had co

EMILY’S POVTwo weeks.It has been two whole weeks since Florida’s death, yet the grief still clings to me like a second skin that refuses to peel away. Every morning I wake up, I half-expect to hear her voice calling out, or to see her rushing toward me with that playful grin. But instead, silence greets me. Cold, heavy silence that reminds me she is gone.The vibrant little girl who was once full of life, laughter, and innocence is no more. Nobody in the family can fully accept it. They still talk about her as though she might walk through the door at any moment. But reality is cruel. And the reality is that Florida is lying six feet beneath the earth, her voice silenced forever.And the cruelest part of it all, she did not die because of fate or an accident. She died because her own mother, Denise, could not control her obsession with me.She died for me. She had die to protect me from her mother, Denise and stop her mother from being obsessed with me. To bring her true mother she

EMILY’S POVWeeks later.My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. The shrill ringing of my phone pierced through the silence of the morning, dragging me unwillingly from the little peace I had found. I groaned softly and reached out to the nightstand, fumbling with my hand until my fingers wrapped around the device.I squinted at the screen before answering.“Emily!” two voices chorused so loudly into my ear that I had to pull the phone away for a second. Olivia and Mara.I let out a sigh, already feeling exhausted by their energy. “What’s wrong? Why are you two shouting at this hour?” I asked calmly, my eyes still shut, hoping to get at least another few minutes of rest.“Check the news!” Olivia exclaimed urgently.My brows furrowed in confusion. “The news?”“Yes, the news! Right now, Emily. Turn on your television and watch. Then call us back,” she said quickly, leaving no room for further questions. Before I could reply, the line disconnected.With a resigned sigh, I swung

EMILY’S POVMonths passed, and with them came countless changes. The people I call my friends are like family to me. There was peace in my private life but there's one thing that is sure.There was chaos outside. The chaos never stopped. No matter how much time moved forward, one thing refused to change, the constant gossip about me and Ethan.Everywhere I turned, I heard my name or Ethan's name. My name appeared on blogs, talk shows, and newspapers.At first, I used to flinch each time I caught sight of a headline about me, but now I have gotten used to it. I remind myself that it's not every action that deserves my attention.I sat on the bed, my hands tracing circles over my rounded stomach. My baby bump had grown heavier, and fuller, serving as a reminder that very soon I'll be holding my child in my arms.“Emily!” Olivia’s voice suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. I lifted my head and found her standing at the doorway with Mara beside her. Both of them were smiling but her voi