MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER, MY RUIN

Chapter 2 C2

Word Count: 784 | Released on: 18/05/2026

e, Raffy. Not after

presence making the walls feel even closer together. He did

loor. My hands made small, jerky movements

r in a storm. "Leo isn't coming back for a long time. He owes people far worse than the thugs I just chased out. My

. A guest house. Security. It sounded like a dream. It sounded like a

ng just enough to make me ache. "Just the ess

he was there-tall, steady, and looking at me like I was the most precious thing he'd ever bought. I felt a flush creep up my neck. No one had eve

y tucked behind the iron gates of his estate.

?" I signed, my fin

t. But Raffy..." He paused, his gaze darkening. "You need to understand why you're here. Leo didn't ju

ickening roll in my ch

allowing mine. "But he's using you as a shield. He thinks because you're... quiet, you're a

olation. He was saying it was for my own good, but the word ech

with a single finger. "You have me now. I'm the

ing shut with a finality that made the "s

had a thread count higher than my monthly income. The fridge was stocke

shing against a small, black plastic ridge tucked into th

my ribs like a trapped bird. I stood on the cushio

a, angled direc

nd the room. Another one in the corner. Another in the ven

r handl

r. I stood there, paralyzed, my bre

r damp from a shower. He didn't look like a savior anymore

g from the chair to my fac

e. The warmth was gone. Only the razor blade

oward me, his ha

from me? After everything

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“"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn't even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother's best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king. He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart. But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom. The crushing realization hit harder than any blow from a collector: Ignatius didn't buy my debt-he created it. He paid the men who terrified my mother. He orchestrated the ruin of my brother. Every tear I shed was a calculated investment in my total dependence on him. He didn't want a lover; he wanted a broken pet. Now, the "Saint" has dropped his mask. Ignatius thinks because I am mute, I am powerless. He thinks because I am fragile, I am his. He's wrong. If Ignatius wants to play the Predator, I'll find a bigger one. His father, Cane-the cold, ruthless patriarch of the empire-is the only man Ignatius fears. I'm moving from the guest room to the master suite. I'm going to tear this family apart from the inside out, one forbidden dinner at a time. Ignatius ruined my life to own me. Now, I'm going to make sure the debt he owes me costs him everything.”