We were the Hale brothers, Liam and Ethan, groomed to inherit an empire of power and influence. Our upcoming engagement dinner wasn't just a celebration; it was the strategic alliance that would cement our dynasty. But on the eve of that pivotal night, a blinding flash, a screech, and a brutal car crash threw us into a living nightmare. I saw it all with horrifying clarity: our future, laid bare. Our names, smeared across every screen as traitors. Our father' s empire, dissolving into dust. And leading the charge? Our fiancées, Ava and Chloe, their faces masks of cold righteousness as they delivered soul-crushing lies to federal investigators, all orchestrated by Julian, their hidden puppet master. Ava accusing me of illegal server access, Chloe claiming Ethan's desperation. Two unforgivable lies, whispered by the women we loved, fueled by a shadow. The memory of a gun in my hand, Ethan's shot, then my own – the only escape from prison – was an unbearable weight. Then, a gasp. The smell of antiseptic. Waking in a hospital bed, Ethan beside me, his eyes wide with the same shared horror. The nurse smiled brightly: "Just in time for your family dinner tonight!" The engagement dinner. Our last chance. Not fools this time.
We were the Hale brothers, Liam and Ethan, groomed to inherit an empire of power and influence.
Our upcoming engagement dinner wasn't just a celebration; it was the strategic alliance that would cement our dynasty.
But on the eve of that pivotal night, a blinding flash, a screech, and a brutal car crash threw us into a living nightmare.
I saw it all with horrifying clarity: our future, laid bare.
Our names, smeared across every screen as traitors.
Our father' s empire, dissolving into dust.
And leading the charge?
Our fiancées, Ava and Chloe, their faces masks of cold righteousness as they delivered soul-crushing lies to federal investigators, all orchestrated by Julian, their hidden puppet master.
Ava accusing me of illegal server access, Chloe claiming Ethan's desperation.
Two unforgivable lies, whispered by the women we loved, fueled by a shadow.
The memory of a gun in my hand, Ethan's shot, then my own – the only escape from prison – was an unbearable weight.
Then, a gasp.
The smell of antiseptic.
Waking in a hospital bed, Ethan beside me, his eyes wide with the same shared horror.
The nurse smiled brightly: "Just in time for your family dinner tonight!"
The engagement dinner.
Our last chance.
Not fools this time.
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