My Self-Proclaimed Brother Regrets After My Marriage
I was picked up by Rylan Lloyd, and everyone knew that I loved him uncontrollably.
When his one true love, Madeline Yates, was injured, I donated blood to her until I was completely exhausted.
When he and Madeline were having sex, I provided them with condoms.
When Madeline returned from abroad, he made me wait for him in the snow for three hours wearing only a thin dress, and I ended up getting pneumonia and falling into a coma.
Upon waking, I had lost my memory and stared blankly at Rylan, who stood by my hospital bed with a frosty stare.
"Who are you?"
His icy demeanor suddenly softened as he touched my head and said, "I'm your brother."
Rylan then called my long-time rival, Aydan Baxter, claiming he was my fiancé.
Later, as he wished, I married Aydan, and Rylan regretted it...
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Chapter 3
He gripped the broken window latch I had pried open, his eyes blazing with fury.
He knew my personality too well. I used to be docile. I would hesitate for a long time before even raising my voice to him, let alone break through a window to escape.
But now, I had dared to brazenly defy him.
He took a deep breath, yet his chest felt as if a boulder was pressing down on it, stifling him.
His anger was mixed with an indescribable irritation and a hint of panic he refused to acknowledge.
The servants in the living room, seeing his dark expression, shrank back, pretending to be busy, fearful of catching his ire.
Rylan walked to the center of the living room, his gaze sweeping over the empty sofa, recalling how I used to wait for him there every morning. But now, there was nothing here.
A sudden emptiness surged within him.
The next moment, he raised his arm and with a swift motion, sent the items on the table crashing into countless pieces.
Rylan stared at the shards on the floor, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
His usual calm and composed demeanor was gone, leaving only a furious rage.
He had expected me to apologize tearfully, trailing behind him like countless times before. But I didn't.
I had not only run away but left without even a word.
"Get everyone here!" he shouted at the servants, his voice a roar, "Send people out to find her! Search every nook and cranny of the city if you must, but find Tessa!"
The servants hurriedly complied, rushing to arrange the search, terrified of the consequences of delay.
Rylan stood there, his gaze dark and menacing.
Suddenly, he bent down, picked up a sharp shard of porcelain, and cut his hand deeply.
He then took a picture of the wound and sent it to me.
...
By the time I received his message, I had already finished washing up and was lying in bed.
Exhaustion swept over me. Several days of hunger and torment had taken a toll on my body.
Just now, to avoid being laughed at, I specifically chased everyone away before wolfing down my food.
My phone was a new one from Aydan.
I ignored Rylan's message and prepared to sleep.
As I was drifting off, I heard Aydan's voice from the next room, speaking on the phone.
Though quiet, I could catch a few words.
"Rylan, Tessa is with me." His tone was calm and steady.
Whatever was said on the other end, Aydan continued, "She's not in great shape. She needs rest. There's no need for you to worry."
Rylan held his phone, his expression dark.
Aydan's call extinguished his frantic anxiety over not finding me, yet ignited a new, inexplicable anger.
"Who was that?" Madeline asked, holding her bag, ready to leave.
"Aydan," Rylan tossed the phone onto the sofa, "Tessa is with him."
Surprise flickered across Madeline's face, then relief. "It's good she's with him. I was worried that something might happen to Tessa if she went out alone."
She said, making a move to leave. "I should get going, I've imposed on you long enough."
Rylan didn't hear her.
He stared out into the dark night, his emotions a tangled mess.
In the past, whenever I saw him injured, I would be the first person to appear in front of him.
But now, I seemed to have cast him aside.
The thought sent a wave of panic down his spine, clutching at his heart until he could hardly breathe.
How did I, who used to only have eyes for him, become so disobedient after losing my memory?
Seeing that he ignored her, Madeline said again, "Rylan, I want to go to the art exhibition in Southbay tomorrow. I heard that the paintings on display this time are magnificent. Will you go with me?"
Rylan snapped back to reality, looking at the gentle Madeline beside him, his irritation slowly dissipating.
Compared to my reckless behavior, she was so much more considerate.
He nodded, "Alright, I'll go with you tomorrow."
...
When I woke up and went downstairs, I saw the agreement lying on the table.
I read it carefully, and after confirming everything was correct, I signed my name without hesitation.
Aydan watched as I signed, a hint of a smile in his eyes, before signing his name as well.
"Let's go to the court," he said naturally, putting the agreement away.
The court wasn't busy, and the process was quick.
When the marriage certificate was handed to me, a sense of unreality washed over me.
Overnight, I was married!
"Snap out of it," Aydan said, taking my hand, "I'll take you out for a nice meal, and then we'll go somewhere this afternoon."
"Where?" I asked, looking up at him.
"To the art exhibition in Southbay. I heard Madeline really wants to go," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.
After eating, Aydan had arranged for someone to pick us up.
The exhibition hall was large, filled with paintings and sculptures of various styles, and many visitors were there to see them.
I stayed by Aydan's side as he patiently explained the background of each piece.
Suddenly, he remembered something interesting. "You used to love painting."
I tightened my grip on his hand and turned to him.
It was the first time someone had told me about my past.
"Once, for Rylan's birthday, you spent three months drawing a picture for him, and it's said you stayed up all night several times to finish it. You excitedly presented it to him, only for him to toss it aside while he was picking out a gift for Madeline." His fingers gently brushed the back of my hand, his voice devoid of emotion.
My heart felt as if it were being squeezed by something, a dull ache spreading through my chest, yet I still couldn't recall any details.
"Later, Madeline saw the painting and said she liked the colors. Rylan gave it to her." Aydan continued, leading me forward, "You didn't cry or make a fuss, you just never mentioned painting again."
These unfamiliar past events, through his words, formed a vague picture in my mind, bringing a strange sense of melancholy.
At that moment, I suddenly wanted to know about my past.
I wanted to know if Rylan, like a brother to me, was always so biased.
But...
A hint of a smile flickered in my eyes. "Are you trying to sow discord between my brother and me?"
He looked at me instinctively, "Can he be considered your brother?"
True enough, I was just someone Rylan had taken in.
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind us.
"Rylan, this painting is so unique. Let's take a picture here." It was Madeline.
Aydan and I exchanged a glance, a knowing smile in his eyes.
He then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, whispering, "Things are about to get interesting."
I let him hold me and turned towards the voice.
Rylan was standing not far away with Madeline, seemingly aware of our gaze, and they turned to look at us.
Rylan's face darkened immediately upon seeing me with Aydan.
"Tessa!" he barked, anger evident in his voice, "What are you doing here with him?"
Madeline quickly moved to Rylan's side, holding his arm, "Tessa, did you hear we were coming and follow us? There's really nothing between Rylan and me..."
I scoffed, "You and Rylan can do whatever you like."
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But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
8.0
My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back.
But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace.
"Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around."
I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
9.3
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm.
My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me.
He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised.
Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress.
That betrayal was just the beginning.
When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate.
He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride.
He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die.
He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast.
I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned.
Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place.
I stopped waiting for him to come home.
I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night.
Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake.
But he's too late.
Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises.
He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.
7.8
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8.2
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Settings : Moonstone Pack, Present Day, Human World, New York City, Present Day, 21st Century.