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Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 798    |    Released on: 27/05/2026

ree gowns instead of the one she'd claimed she'd buy, had seen the greed in her eyes when Jessica brought out the di

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er own palm-the same sharp, clarifying anchor she'd used when pressing reco

hite. She clutched her Chanel bag, her knuckles p

ate, Jessica, cl

aps we can set up

ation. Whispers started to r

, her expression a desperate,

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of friend who sle

from Diandra's fac

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mmitted to purcha

lack dress, glided over. She murmured so

s shaking. She was going to call Kenneth. But Kenneth wou

er that afternoon, the charges for the presidential suite, the champagne, the room service all logged under Kenneth's

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figure of immense power in a tailored charcoal s

severe expre

What an unexp

efore landing on Giselle. A flicker

red" checkmark pop up on his contact thread almost instantly. She knew exactly why he was here, knew he'd waited until Diandra was cornered, until the whispers

p with pathetic hope

e's side and slid a possessive arm around her wa

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end seem to have had a

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. Giselle froze. Diandra

m shock-she froze because the word tasted like the shackle of the new phone in her pocket, like

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es from your stay at the St. Regis last Wednesda

had AirDropped the screenshots to Garnet before she left the boutique

through the room. He ha

f gray. It was over. Her reputation, in

dit card from his wallet and ha

as a clear

count. After all," he added, his eyes lockin

d been when she lied to Diandra on the phone that morni

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Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother
Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother
“I went to my fiancé's hotel suite to surprise him with a Patek Philippe watch the day before our engagement party. Instead, I found him in bed with my best friend. Through the crack in the door, I heard them plotting to steal my family's priceless data before breaking the engagement. I recorded their betrayal, threw the expensive watch in the trash, and went to a dark lounge to drink away the agony. In a reckless impulse born of whiskey and pain, I pulled a domineering stranger down for a kiss and took him to bed. But waking up the next morning, I realized the catastrophic mistake I had made. The man emerging from the bathroom wasn't just anyone. He was Garnet Crawford, my fiancé's ruthless, billionaire older brother. "Hello, future sister-in-law." He smiled coldly, revealing he had used my fingerprint while I slept to steal my blackmail video. He trapped me, forcing me to play the role of his fiancée to publicly humiliate my cheating best friend and destroy his own brother. He moved into my apartment, blocked the exits with his bodyguards, and claimed me as his property. I thought I was just using his power to get revenge on the two people who broke my heart. But the next morning, the news reported my fiancé had been brutally assaulted, his legs broken in a sudden mugging. Looking at the cold, possessive monster who had orchestrated it all, a terrifying realization hit me. I hadn't just struck back at my betrayers-I had sold my soul to the devil.”