I Have Five Kick-Ass Brothers – Episode 29
Theo arrived at the rebuilt food stand before dawn carrying lumber instead of coffee. Workers had donated labor, the Lincolns provided materials only after Raina approved, and Mrs. Lincoln restored the menu from memory. The new stall looked stronger without losing its humble warmth.
Raina found Theo struggling with a crooked shelf. “Billionaire education failed you,” she observed. He claimed the shelf leaned artistically. She took the hammer from him and corrected it in three efficient strikes.
For several hours, no one mentioned scars, conspiracies, or companies. They painted signs, packed lunches, and argued about prices. The ordinariness became the private thing Raina had asked for.
Theo paid full price for the first meal sold. Raina placed the bill in a frame rather than the cash box. “Proof that persistence can train even the wealthiest customer,” she said.
He gave her the silver star charm, no longer as evidence. He had repaired the chain himself badly enough that she recognized the effort. “Keep it because it was yours,” he said. “Not because it connects you to me.”
Raina fastened it around her neck and finally answered the confession from the dinner. “I love you too.” Theo’s stillness made her laugh, but the emotion in his eyes quieted her.
Their first kiss was gentle and brief, sheltered behind the half-painted sign. No reporters witnessed it, and no family applauded. It belonged only to them, exactly as Raina wanted.
The moment ended when Joshua arrived with urgent news. Coco’s evidence revealed a threat inside the Jones household. Until security identified the person, Theo’s estate was unsafe.
Theo wanted Raina kept away from the danger. She reminded him that promises about choice applied even after love was spoken. They agreed she would remain with the Lincolns while Theo relocated his grandfather and audited the staff.
Mr. Jones resisted leaving his home until Raina asked him personally. She framed the move as a temporary visit to the Lincoln estate, preserving his pride while removing him from risk.
Security reviewed decades of household employment. Only three people possessed the codes needed to alter medical requests and access private schedules. Two passed financial scrutiny. The third, Secretary Lee, had served the Jones family for fifteen years and recently received unexplained deposits.
Theo struggled to accept the evidence. Lee had managed his education, protected his grandfather, and helped search for Raina. Betrayal from a trusted guardian reopened the same wound both Raina and the Lincolns knew too well.
They confronted Lee in the estate office. He denied working for Weston but admitted selling information to pay a relative’s medical debt. He claimed never to have agreed to murder.
The unexplained deposits came from a shell company Mathew traced not to Weston, but to someone using Coco’s old Lincoln accounts. The trail suggested a second manipulator had hidden behind every villain exposed so far.
Lee surrendered his phone. Messages ordered him to replace Theo’s inhalation medication with a stronger sedative during the formal dinner. He had refused the final instruction, which was why the attack shifted to a forged medical report.
The sender used the initials R.S. Jeffrey and Walter were excluded by location and custody. Mrs. Smith’s first name did not match. The only obvious R.S. was Raina Smith, a name someone seemed determined to weaponize.
News sites received anonymous copies of the messages before investigators could seal them. Headlines accused Raina of targeting Theo after gaining access to both fortunes. The timing turned their private kiss into alleged manipulation.
Raina refused to disappear. She released a statement allowing police to examine every device and account she owned. Theo stood publicly beside her, declaring the accusation impossible.
Public trust divided. Some supporters defended her, while others revived every old insult. The rebuilt stand received threats within hours, forcing the family to close it again for safety.
Then Luke uncovered the registration behind the shell company. It belonged to Renee Stewart, a former Smith household nurse whose initials were R.S. She had cared for Raina as a child—and vanished the same week the DNA results returned.
