All Chapters of Brother's Best Friend Loves Me Not: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Brian's pov The rhythmic pounding of the punching bag echoed through my private gym, my muscles burning with exertion, sweat dripping down my back. Each punch was calculated, powerful, precise. I had worked for this—bled for this. Three years of relentless training, of pushing past my limits, of rising through the ranks of the national leagues, and now, finally, I was standing on the brink of something bigger. Months from now, I’d be making my debut in the international basketball scene, the very dream I had envisioned when I first stepped onto the court. But none of it—none of the wealth, the fame, the power—mattered as much as her. Steph. I threw another punch, the force of it rattling the chains of the bag. She was the reason I had pushed so hard. The reason I had refused to settle, refused to be just another name in a long list of forgotten athletes. I had built myself into something untouchable, someone no one could ignore. Not even her. The kiss in the car was proof

Steph’s POV I struggled against Brian’s grip, my breathing uneven, my heart pounding. His words clawed at my insides, reopening wounds I had spent years trying to seal shut. I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “You don’t get to decide where I should be, Brian. You lost that right years ago.” His jaw tightened, his hands pressing against the door on either side of me. “Damn it, Steph. Stop acting like I don’t fucking care about you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Care about me? You left me! You vanished, Brian! And now you think you can waltz back into my life and dictate what I do?” His nostrils flared. “I didn’t leave because I wanted to! You don’t know the full story!” “Then tell me, Brian! Tell me why you left me with nothing but heartbreak and silence!” He exhaled sharply, his fingers curling into fists. “I had to go, Steph. If I had a choice, I would’ve stayed.” “Bullshit!” I spat. “You had a choice. You just didn’t choose me.” His eyes darkened, a storm br

Brian's Pov No. No, this wasn’t happening.The world around me seemed to tilt as I stared at the ring on her finger. My chest tightened, my stomach churned, and a sharp, searing pain lanced through my heart.I blinked, trying to convince myself that I was seeing things wrong, that the dim lighting was playing tricks on my mind. But the silver band gleamed under the soft glow of the lamp, taunting me, solidifying the brutal truth before me.I shook my head, my throat constricting. “You’re lying.”Steph didn’t flinch. She didn’t say anything at all. She just stood there, her expression unreadable, her silence cutting deeper than any words ever could.I took a shaky step forward, my hands clenching at my sides. “This—this is just another way to push me away, right?” My voice wavered, desperation leaking into my words. “You can take it out on me. Yell at me. Hate me. Hell, even hit me if it makes you feel better. But don’t do this, Steph. Please.”Still, she said nothing.A ragged breath

I call for an Uber and rush outside, my phone vibrates against my palm, notifying me of a text. It's from Kevin, Brian's team mate. I didn't know what exactly was happening, but Kevin had begged me to hurry up and come to the texted address, as Brian really wasn't okay. I kept hearing sounds of things breaking in the background. At first, I was afraid Kevin was hurt, but he had assured me that was not the case. 786, Oaks street. The text read. I immediately entered the address on Google maps, it said, it was a ten minute drive. I explained the address to the driver. My hands were shivering slightly with all the panic. I hoped Brian was okay. He had always managed to hurt me, but my heart still couldn't bear seeing him in pain. I had received two texts from Beck too. Please keep me updated And if you need any help, do not hesitate before calling me Steph.He'd called me Steph, not Hudson. That showed how concerned he was. Honestly I didn't like leavin

Steph's Pov I rushed down the hospital corridor, a stack of files clutched tightly in my arms. As a nurse, I was no stranger to the chaos of hospital life, but today felt particularly hectic. I had stayed up all night preparing for the Registered Nurse exam and had rushed to the hospital for my long shift on the ward. All night I had been running around, doing errands for the senior nurses, bringing food for them. Then I was also asked to stay up at night and keep an eye for them while they went to bed at eleven and woke up at six in the morning. So, I was looking forward to handing the stack of files at the nursing desk and taking a well deserved break when I felt a sudden pull, and before I knew it, I was being dragged into the storage room. The door slammed shut behind me, and I found myself face to face with the last person I expected to see – Brian. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him, my mind racing as he held me in his arms. What was h