My Brother's Lies, My Fiancé's Betrayal

Fei Se

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My brother, at the whim of his new girlfriend, fired our entire security team, leaving my mother and me alone in our isolated lake house. I had a premonition of a violent attack, but he just laughed and called me a drama queen. That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life. I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk. "Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this." He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor. My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality. But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address. Their world of lies was about to come crashing down.

Crime Betrayal Revenge Drama Revenge

Chapter 11

01-06 22:35

Chapter 1

That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life.

I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk.

"Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this."

He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor.

My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality.

But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address.

Their world of lies was about to come crashing down.

Chapter 1

My brother, Broderick, had just set fire to our family. He didn' t use matches or gasoline, but a sweet, venomous smile from his new girlfriend, Brenna, and a chilling dismissal of my deepest fears.

The lake house was a fortress, or it had been. Isolated, surrounded by dense forest, and fortified with a security team Dad spared no expense on. Tonight, though, it felt like a hollow shell. Empty. Exposed.

"Hayden, what was that noise?" Mom's voice was a soft tremor from the kitchen.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. "It' s nothing, Mom. Just the wind." I lied, the words catching in my throat. I knew it wasn't the wind. The metallic clang had been too sharp, too precise. It had been a premonition, a horrifyingly vivid flash of masked figures, shattering glass, and Mom's terrified scream. I had seen it. I had felt it.

I ran to the living room window, pulling back the heavy curtain. Outside, the world was a swirling vortex of white. A blizzard. It had hit fast, blanketing everything, making the familiar landscape hostile and unrecognizable. The kind of storm that made you feel utterly cut off.

"Hayden, honey, come help me with dinner," Mom called again, oblivious. Her voice was like a lullaby, completely out of sync with the terror clawing at my insides.

"Mom, we have to talk," I said, my voice tight, my gaze fixed on the snow-covered driveway. It was too quiet. The usual hum of security sensors, the faint glow of distant lights from the gatehouse-all gone.

She walked in, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "About what? Broderick and Brenna are having a wonderful time. You really should try to be happy for your brother."

"Mom, Broderick took the entire security team with him," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "All of them. For Brenna' s 'surprise getaway.' There's no one here. We're alone."

Mom' s smile faltered, confusion clouding her eyes. "What are you talking about? That's not possible. Your father would never allow it."

"He did, Mom. He told me yesterday, before they left. He said Brenna was feeling unsafe with all the guards around, wanting a 'romantic, private' weekend. And Broderick, idiot that he is, bought it." The memory of Broderick' s condescending smirk, his dismissive wave of the hand when I' d warned him, was a fresh wound.

"No, that's absurd." Mom' s voice was strained, but her eyes darted to the window, then back to me. A sliver of fear had finally pierced her composure. "You must be mistaken."

"I wish I was." I moved quickly, checking the locks on the heavy oak front door. Then the windows. My hands trembled, not from the cold outside, but from the cold dread spreading through my veins. The premonition wasn' t just a bad dream. It was a warning.

A harsh screech echoed from the back of the house, like metal tearing. My breath hitched. It was the old gate leading to the boathouse, the one Broderick always insisted needed fixing. The sound was raw, grating, a prelude to something far worse.

"What was that?" Mom whispered, her face pale.

"I don't know." But I did. My gut clenched. Broderick had left us exposed. He had stripped away our defenses, all for that woman.

"But... we have security systems. Alarms. Even if the men are gone, the systems are always on," Mom insisted, her voice rising in panic. Our wealth was supposed to protect us, not make us a target.

I shook my head, my eyes burning. "He disabled them, Mom. Brenna said the alarms were 'too loud' and 'startled her.' Broderick took care of it. He promised her."

Mom stared at me, her mouth agape. The truth, ugly and undeniable, settled between us. Her shoulders slumped. "Call 911, Hayden. Now."

I was already dialing, my fingers fumbling with the frozen screen of my phone. The line rang, once, twice, a chilling silence stretching between each tone.

"They're coming, Mom," I said, my voice deliberately calm, even as my heart threatened to explode. I couldn't afford to break down. Not now.

I had learned long ago that when faced with impossible odds, you didn't wait for a miracle. You became the miracle. You fought. You ran. You survived.

The dispatcher's voice was calm, too calm. "Due to extreme weather conditions, response times are significantly delayed, ma'am. We'll send someone as soon as possible."

As soon as possible. The words were a death sentence. The blizzard was our enemy's ally, buying them precious minutes, perhaps hours. Time we didn' t have.

Another crash, closer this time. A windowpane from the study, just down the hall. Glass shattering, a sound that ripped through the quiet house and tore through my premonition, making it real. My hands instinctively moved to shield Mom, pushing her behind me.

Just then, Mom' s phone rang. Broderick. Her face lit up for a fleeting second, hope blossoming in her eyes. "Broderick! Thank God!" she cried, snatching up the phone. "Broderick, we're being attacked! There are people in the house, the alarms are off, Hayden was right! Oh, please, honey, come back!" Her voice was a desperate plea, thick with terror.

"Mom, tell him to send help, tell him to send the guards back!" I yelled, my voice hoarse.

Mom held the phone away from her ear, her face crumpling. Her eyes, wide and disbelieving, met mine. "He... he said it's probably just a prank. He said you're being dramatic again, Hayden. He said I need to calm down."

"A prank?" I roared, my blood running cold. "He thinks this is a prank? Mom, tell him they're going to kill us! Tell him!"

Mom turned back to the phone, her voice barely a whisper. "Broderick, listen to me. This isn't a prank. Your sister is bleeding, I swear to God! If you don't come back, we're going to die here!"

His voice, tinny and distorted, floated from the receiver. "Hayden's always been trouble, Mom. Always seeking attention. I told Cristofer about her little episodes. He understands."