All Chapters of Crossing Lines With His Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Heather returned to the hospital and spent some time with her mother. Once her mother had fallen asleep, Heather headed home to shower and change her clothes. As she opened the door to her house, a strange smell hit her—a faint scent of smoke. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw a shadow rise from the sofa. Startled, she instinctively stepped back, but Brett quickly approached her, grabbing her arm. His voice was raspy, "Heather, it's me." He slipped something into her hand and hurriedly said, "Heather, there's been a situation. Keep this with you. If the police come looking, give it to them and say your father asked you to hold onto it for him." Heather's fingers fumbled over the object. It was a phone.Brett pulled her into a brief, tight embrace, his tone unusually soft. "Some things have happened, not good ones. But don't worry, none of this will affect you. Just hand the phone over to the police, and tell them you don't know anything beyond that. You won't b

Heather sat in the car for a long time, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts. She eventually started driving aimlessly, only to find herself near Jason's art studio. She knew he would be there since no classes were listed on his schedule today, and whenever he wasn't teaching, he practically lived in his studio. She knew his door code by heart. Jason was rigid in certain ways, particularly when it came to his habits. His passwords had always been the same since they were kids: the digits of his birth date, reversed. Heather had spied on him before, memorized the code, and used it to log into his social media accounts, even sneaking peeks at his phone. She had come and gone from his house whenever she pleased.His life was simple. Even as a teenager, Jason had been strikingly handsome, but he remained aloof, uninterested in people. Admirers had tried to get close to him, sending him private messages, and confessing their love. But he never responded. His blacklist was full of

On the drive to pick up Brett, Heather felt a deep sense of failure. She had been with Brett for so many years, yet she didn't truly know him. He had even gotten into such deep conflict with Jason—all because of her. When she arrived at the police station, she saw Brett looking uncharacteristically disheveled. The once proud and meticulous eldest son of the Vanders now had stubble covering his face, his clothes wrinkled and unkempt. He reached for Heather's hand, relieved that she had obediently handed over her phone to the authorities. "Heather, I knew I could count on you," he said with satisfaction. "Don't worry. I won't be in too much trouble. From now on, you can rely on me."Brett had long prepared for this, having orchestrated everything so that Heather's father would take the fall. Now that the scandal had broken, he had no qualms about pushing Heather's father under the bus. Heather pulled her hand free. "You smell awful. Go home, take a shower, and change your clothe

Inside the elevator, there was no one else, but with Brett's accident, plenty of people were coming by to help or visit. If she was caught by someone she knew, she'd be the first to face the consequences. Heather slapped Jason's arm twice. "Let go." He didn't. His grip tightened, his eyes fixed on the elevator's display, watching the numbers ascend. Unable to break free, Heather's voice turned sharp, mocking. "Didn't you say you didn't want me pregnant? So why do you care whether I am or not?" Jason shot her a quick glance. "So I can deal with it as soon as possible, once we know." Furious, Heather hit him hard. She struck him several times, with enough force to bruise. He didn't even flinch.When the elevator doors slid open, he dragged her out. They stepped into a hallway full of pregnant women, most of them accompanied by their husbands or family members. Their faces glowed with happiness and anticipation. Heather was suddenly overwhelmed by a strange, crushing sense

Heather met Brett's suspicious gaze with a calm, almost innocent expression. "Who could I possibly know? You're giving me too much credit, Brett. How could I have known anything about insider information?" She then asked, "Wasn't it you who insisted on buying the land? If I hadn't sold it to you, would you have accepted that? You bought so many properties—does that mean every previous owner knew about the policy change in advance?" Brett frowned, his suspicion not entirely dispelled. He continued to eye her warily. "Then why did you suddenly ask my father about Jason's mother?" Heather answered smoothly, her tone casual. "My mom's awake now, and she mentioned some things from when I was in school. Plus, after you got hurt, I started to suspect Jason was pulling strings behind the scenes, so I went to your father to ask."His next question came sharply. "Why did you hide Chrishell? What were you planning?" Heather barely blinked. "She was trying to flee with the money. How coul