Not My Brother's Keeper

In Not My Brother's Keeper, a simple meal at a Michelin three-star restaurant turns into a high-stakes confrontation. When the owner's sister is hit with a $50,000 bill filled with fraudulent charges like VIP mood-calming fees, a disdainful manager refuses to believe her identity. Insulted and accused of being a fraud, the billionaire protagonist must decide whether to let the scam continue or use her financial leverage to force her brother to fire the staff.

Chapters

Chapter 2

In the darkness, the manager, Jessica, didn't say a word. She simply lifted her foot that was clad in a high heel and kicked me hard in the stomach.

The pain was so intense that I curled up on the floor, my stomach churning.

"Spending my man's money, huh? Trying to seduce him?!" She screamed, her voice tinted by jealousy and rage.

Standing over me, she ordered the two guards and said, "Beat her up and don't hold back!"

The two security guards were clearly on her side. Without the slightest hesitation, they started to punch and kick me. I clenched my teeth, keeping inside every cry and groan. It felt like my bones were breaking and my innards were scrambling.

Jessica kept screaming, "Who do you think you are?! You're nothing but a leech!"

"I told you, I'm his sister! If you don't believe me, ask Dennis yourself! Call him right now, and I'll speak to him!" I tried to explain, but she didn't care at all. She only raised her hand and stopped the assault when I grew dizzy and everything started spinning.

She pressed the heel of her high heel onto my shoulder, smiling down at me. "You'd better pay for your meal today and cough up another 50 thousand dollars. This is what you get for going after my man and spending his money. I'm not afraid of anything worse happening. Dennis will handle it for me."

I managed to protest weakly even as I was curled up and barely able to breathe from the pain, "That's my own money. I told you. If you don't believe me, ask him."

Her face darkened, and she kicked me again. The two guards immediately understood and started beating me up once more. By then, I knew it didn't matter what I said. If this kept up, I really might die here.

After I spat out a mouthful of blood, I used the last of my strength to feel around for my phone.

"Stop... I... I'll pay."

She seemed satisfied with my submission, motioning for the guards to stop. She crouched down and patted my swollen cheek. "See? Isn't that easier? You made things so hard for yourself when you could have just done it my way. One hundred thousand dollars, and not one cent less."

Lying on the cold floor, I felt my lungs burning as I gasped for air.

I ignored her and called my best friend, Mary Langton. She picked up immediately. "Mary, bring two hundred thousand dollars to Dennis's restaurant. I need it right now."

Mary went quiet for a second, immediately sensing something was wrong. "Theresa? What happened? Why is your voice…"

"Don't ask, just hurry," I cut her off and hung up.

When Jessica Thompson heard " two hundred thousand", her eyes lit up. There was a glint of greed in her expression.

She probably thought I had been beaten into submission and was offering even more just for mercy.

She couldn't hide her smugness anymore.

"Smart choice."

Continue to next part

After seven years of fruitlessly pursuing mafia Don Ethan Larsen, Nina’s system declares her mission a failure. With only one month left before she is erased, she abandons her obsession and launches a livestream titled 'My Last Wishes Before I Die.' Her first act of defiance involves discarding her multimillion-dollar wedding ring in front of Ethan and his first love. As her death countdown looms, Nina finally stops begging for affection and begins living for herself.

Action LitRPG Mafia Modern Romance

9.8

After My Mate Rejected Me, I Reclaimed Power

9.8

Betrayed and cast aside by her fated mate, Elara is left broken in the wake of a cruel public rejection. However, the humiliation triggers an ancient, dormant strength within her bloodline. No longer a discarded wolf, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery to master her newfound abilities. As she rises to reclaim her lost authority, Elara must navigate pack politics and lethal enemies to prove that her worth is not defined by a mate.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.0

Deadly Devotion: My Brother's Choice

8.0

After Elliot Quinn leaves his pregnant wife and young nephew defenseless to accompany his friend Ava Sutton on a trip, a vengeful rival attacks their home. Though the family survives the initial assault, Ava disappears, leading a resentful Elliot to murder his own sister in a fit of misplaced blame. Now reborn at the exact moment the nightmare began, she must navigate a web of horror and action to survive her brother's fatal obsession and rewrite their tragic history.

Action Horror Modern Mystery

9.7

Glam Squad of the Haunted

9.7

As the premier makeup artist for horror games, my job is to transform ordinary NPCs into the stuff of nightmares. Before each round, these monsters wait in line for my touch, gaining the intimidation factor needed to crush players. Even the legendary Demon Boss, with sixteen heads and thirty-two eyes, demands my services. In this unique LitRPG action story, I navigate the underworld of gaming by turning monsters into icons, provided they can pay my premium fees.

Action Fantasy Horror LitRPG

9.2

Reborn Queen: The Billionaire's Dangerous Asset

9.2

I died as the "Queen," an elite assassin who leveled criminal syndicates, only to wake up in a damp trailer smelling of rot and stale tobacco. My new body belonged to Arleen Brewer, a malnourished teenager with a failing heart and a life defined by systemic poverty. A flickering blue light in my mind identified itself as a System, offering a devil's bargain: survive this life, and I could resurrect my dead brother, Dusty. To earn his return, I had to endure my alcoholic stepfather’s rage and a body so weak it struggled to even stand. At my elite prep school, the rich kids treated me like a walking corpse, covering my desk in trash and mocking my heart condition. Even my fiancé, Shen Wenyu, publicly branded me as "unstable" and stood by while the school's golden boy tried to humiliate me. They expected me to wither away, but they didn't realize a wolf was now wearing the sheep's skin. I shattered the bully’s nose with a metal tray and tore up my engagement contract in front of a stunned auditorium, only to be met with immediate threats of lawsuits and expulsion. I didn't understand how the original Arleen survived this suffocating injustice without breaking, but as the Queen, I was ready to turn this school into a war zone. Then Hale Clemons, the most dangerous man in the city, cornered me outside the principal's office. He saw through my mask, realizing his very presence was the only thing keeping my failing heart from stopping. "I’m not buying your loyalty," he said, handing me a gold-embossed card. "I’m investing in a weapon." I took the deal, ready to use his power to bring my brother back and bury everyone who ever looked down on Arleen Brewer.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.1

Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

9.1

I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."

Action Mafia Modern

Not My Brother's Keeper

Chapter 2

You may also like