MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER, MY RUIN

Chapter 5 C5

Word Count: 767 | Released on: 18/05/2026

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He ripped his tie loose, his face flushed a dangerous, mottled red. He looked unhinged. The

ed across the room, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. My head snapped back

ing useless and shaking on the floorboards. I made my breathing shallow.

down my hair. "Stay down there. You're nothing without me. My fathe

on returning to his eyes. He thought he'

eamed internally. Think I

tle of expensive rye, I moved. I didn't go for the door. I went for

e back of Cane Thorne's business card-the one he'd slipped into my

w how he's hiding the company money

es at the edge of the property. I slipped out through the kitc

in the shadows, the cherry of his

rd," Cane said. His voi

f paper from my pocket-the notes I'd taken fro

nt. He's siphoning family funds into offshore accounts just to keep this property-and y

m of the page in jagged, desperate strokes: He's o

a tool. "Ignatius needs to be neutralized. If the board sees this, he's finished.

"Help me ruin my son's reputation. Be the witness to his madness. D

er. I saw the same greed. The same hunger for control. If

g it with a feigned, trembling gratitude. I let my eyes go

his fingers curling arou

s, my face shifting. The "broken boy" mask fel

to own me. Cane

them both to each other. I was going to climb the family tree unti

ing Cane's retreating fig

the burner phone.

t a casino. He's in a Thorne-owned medic

ice. They hadn't ju

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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.”