All Chapters of Fake Amnesia, Claimed by My Ex’s Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kaela's POVI sensed someone was following me as I walked back to the hotel. The street was quiet, but every time my shoe hit the pavement, I heard a second sound behind me. Softer. Like someone trying to be silent and failing. My skin felt tight and cold. I didn't turn around to look. If I did, they might run at me. I kept my head down and walked faster. My heart started hitting my ribs like a trapped bird.I saw a narrow alleyway between two brick buildings. It was dark, but I thought I could lose them in the shadows. I quickened my pace and darted inside, only to find the path ended at a tall chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. I turned around, breathing hard. Two shadows stood at the entrance of the alley. They were tall and moving slowly toward me. I looked for a weapon, a piece of wood, a heavy stone, but the ground was clear.Just as panic started to rise in my throat, Taren appeared out of nowhere. His hand grabbed my arm and pulled me through a small, heavy door I had

Kaela's POVKatarina lunged at me. Her face was red, twisted with rage. She came at me with her hands out like claws, still clutching the pillow to her chest. But before she could reach me, Irina stuck out her leg. Katarina tripped and went down hard. She hit the floor with a thud, the pillow flying out of her hands.She scrambled to grab the bedsheet, wrapping it around herself. Her hair was a mess, falling in front of her face. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving."You think you can humiliate me like this?" she snarled. "You have no idea who you're dealing with. I'll destroy you. I'll destroy both of you."I held up my phone. The video was still there, ready to send. "You have ten seconds to get dressed," I said. My voice was calm, but my hand was steady. "Or this video goes live. Ten. Nine. Eight."Irina laughed. It was a light, mocking sound. "I could help you become famous, Katarina. Really famous. The kind where everyone knows your face for all the wrong reasons."Katarina

Kaela's POVI ran toward Werewolf Aviation Studios. My legs were pumping, my lungs burning. The fire was massive, with flames shooting out of the windows and black smoke pouring into the sky. I had to get inside. I had to get the manuscript.Before I could reach the door, arms grabbed me from behind. Strong arms that wrapped around my waist and pulled me back hard."No!" I screamed. "Let me go!"It was Taren. He held me tight, his grip like iron. I twisted and fought, but he wouldn't let go."Kaela, stop!" he yelled. "You can't go in there!""I have to!" I pounded my fists against his chest. Tears were streaming down my face. "The manuscript is in there! My mother's manuscript! It's the only memory I have left of her! The only thing!"I hit him again. And again. My fists struck his chest over and over. I was screaming and crying at the same time."It's all I have left of her!" I sobbed. "Please! I have to get it!"Taren's face was tight with pain, but not from my fists. He looked at m

Kaela's POVI contacted Clementine, and with Clémentine's help, I secured two invitations to the Werewolf Golf Invitational. I accompanied Rhett to the event over the weekend. He was in his wheelchair, dressed sharply in a navy blazer and white shirt. The venue was beautiful, with rolling green lawns, white tents, and tables covered in crisp linen.Rhett was eager to find Minister Villard to discuss the Werewolf Aviation Industrial Park project. His eyes kept scanning the crowd as I pushed his wheelchair through the entrance. He was tense, his shoulders tight with anticipation."There are so many people here," I said, looking around at the crowd. Politicians, businesspeople, and pack leaders, all dressed in their finest clothes."Villard has to be here somewhere," Rhett said. "I need to talk to him before anyone else does."But then we saw him. Taren. He arrived with an air of ease, walking like he owned the place. He looked relaxed and confident, as if this were just another casual d

Kaela's POVI hadn’t expected Katarina to go that far. Jealousy did strange things to people, but this was reckless even by her standards. One minute, the deck had been filled with low chatter and clinking glasses, the next, she was standing there with her chin lifted and eyes blazing, acting like she held everyone’s fate in her hands.“Do it,” she said sharply, her fingers digging into Taren’s sleeve. “Or I tear up the agreement right now. And I tell Rhett everything.”The words landed like a slap.The music continued in the background. Laughter floated from the other end of the massive yacht. No one close enough was paying real attention yet, but that could change in seconds.Taren stiffened. I could see it in his shoulders. His jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack.“You’re out of your mind,” he said through his teeth. “This is blackmail.”Katarina laughed, but it sounded thin. “Call it whatever you want. Kiss me. Right here. Or the plan dies.”I stood a few steps a