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My Fiancé Married Me To His Brother

Author: Victoria

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1107 | Released on: 03/02/2026

e the cabin of the Rolls-Royce. Outside, the sky over the southern

The woman staring back at her looked bored. Her eyelids were heavy, her posture slack. She looked like Delia Fit

f her mouth. A little lowe

Miss Fitzgerald,

ilence pass, the way a spoiled child would. Then she

ankle. She didn't flinch. She let out an exaggerated sigh, checking

nd spots. Exit routes. The analysis took less than a second. Her brain cataloged the security grid

iting at the end of

at a painting on the wall as if it held the secrets to the universe

," she

un ar

is hand flying up to cover his nose and mouth. His eyes widen

he muffled thr

ng her head. "Ansel,

ed, muffled by his palm. "I can't do this anymore

chest, but she strangled it. On t

with confusion. "Ansel, are you under some

d the pushback. He expected t

step back as she shifted her weigh

," sh

oze.

ish. The engag

She didn't wait for his response. She walked away, her hee

back. He was the one dumping her, yet he stood ther

t head fo

rope that marked the VIP section. She passed a

d stop

the rain on the roof, but her ears picked i

of copper and dust filled her nose, a phantom scent from a desert halfway

intersection. In the split second the cart block

ough the door a

ress instantly, plastering the fabric to her skin. She didn't shiver. She lowered her cent

he gazebo in the c

weeping Greek goddess. Through t

ors. He wore a black suit that absorbed the light. One leg was crossed o

stone floor. The man on the ground was bleeding fro

Gibson... I d

flicked the lighter. A small flame dan

was low, a baritone that vibrated in the humi

opped br

an Gi

d told her to run from if she ever saw him. He sat there

The bodyguards tig

ed to le

retreat. Her heel found

c. In this storm, it sho

hand stopp

st tilted his head slightly to the side, lik

out,"

cut throug

stantly. Two black muzzles pointed direc

: three. Weapons: two visible firearms. Cover: minimal. Probabili

ion in her shoulders. She let her

ut from behin

air fall into her face. She wrapped her

ed. "I... I think I'm lost. I w

stood up. He

eping from her wet hair down to her ruined shoes, then back up to her

Chapter End

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My Fiancé Married Me To His Brother

Victoria Modern

“To the world, I was Delia Fitzgerald, the spoiled, vacuous daughter of the South's wealthiest family. But behind the practiced pout and expensive stilettos, I was a sleeper agent, a shadow trained for war. The mask cracked the night my fiancé, Ansel Gibson, dumped me in the rain. He didn't just break the engagement; he recoiled in physical disgust, claiming that the very sight of me made him physically ill. When I returned home, I expected my father to be furious about the failed business merger. Instead, I found him paralyzed by a primal terror I had never seen. It wasn't about the money; it was about a "blood debt" and a mysterious parchment that held our family's lives in the balance. "You will go to the Gibsons and beg for forgiveness," my father rasped, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "If this contract is broken, there will be blood." My own brothers, men who usually ruled the city, could only watch in grim silence. I realized then that I wasn't a daughter to them-I was currency, a lamb being led to the slaughter to pay for a secret I didn't even know existed. I didn't understand why the Gibsons were so obsessed with me, or why Killian Gibson-the family's true monster-was suddenly tracking my every move with a predatory smile. He traced the callouses on my hands, marks from thousands of rounds of gunfire that no debutante should have, and whispered that he wanted me where he could see me. If they wanted a pawn, they picked the wrong girl. I decided to stop running and walked straight into the lion's den, accepting a job as Killian's "Chief Special Assistant." I was going to find that parchment and tear their world apart from the inside. The game had officially begun, and this time, the "Baby Girl" was the one holding the knife.”