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Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1059    |    Released on: 27/05/2026

st night clung to her like a second skin, but beneath it, the cold realization from the hotel penthouse still burned: he had known exactly who she was, what Kenneth had done, before she'd even w

e West Village. The rear door opened, and Garnet slid in beside her.

you want

ice wa

r are you trying to use

d the brownst

said. A simple, u

t's absurd. We met less than twelve hou

head, his dark eyes

long, a

bleached hair fanned across the pillows, the words Aethelgard formula clear as a bell in the audio. The breath hitched in her throat. Her blood r

his voice flat, "I used your fingerprint

sparked a fres

ad no

situation. You have leverage over

his voice a cons

alone, can win against the h

ld and heavy. He was right. Kenneth would bury he

l help you destroy them. We'll turn their engagement party

le's data is useless without your biological key, isn't it? Kenneth has no idea. Dia

he moment she pressed record in Kenneth's h

otect that key. And us

ts' company. The formula.

s on the leather sea

have anot

the previous night surfaced-the heat

the fight was gone, replaced by a cold resolve. T

eth's hotel suite. "Diandra. Her vanity is her weakness. If we leak those photos and the hot

sh of approval in

o

l. She'll hand over her phone, and I'll get every

t smile spread ac

nst her. We're going to make sure she's publicl

piece of social sabotage. As she listened, a sliver

t and produced a new smartphone, still in its box, along with her old phone-screen

"Your old phone is compromised. I'm keeping it-let Kenneth think you're sti

le, heavier than the Patek Philippe box she'

ss she had initiated. This was a kiss of ownership. A branding. It was deep, demanding, and left her breathless. She didn't lean into

, his eyes dar

red against her lips

and sandalwood bitter on her tongue. Not a promise. A threa

, no Diandra's laughter, just the ghost of Garnet's kiss on her lips. She unboxed the phone, transferred only her contacts, and stared at the blank

lready sliding into the mask of the fool

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“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.”