Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

Chapter 7

Word Count: 745 | Released on: 27/05/2026

car, her fingers worrying the edge of the new phone in her pocket-the same device Garnet had programme

nking about?" Gar

ike for you to disappear from my l

fraid you're going

st time she'd seen him display a micro-second of uncertainty, mat

eca. It pulled up in front of Eatal

uckled his

refrigerator is

ty-she hadn't restocked since the night she

" she said throu

e turne

his car, or I can carr

at the bar. Humiliated, her j

ottle of Barolo, fresh pasta. Giselle trailed behind him

inegar, asking her preference. She s

or a half-second as if he actually cared about her preference,

ment. When they arrived, Garnet got o

im at the entranc

e bags. You

oak door of her apartment. He reached into

turning to ice, as he slid

to pay for Diandra's disgraced bill, the same shade as the P

red. "How do you ha

open. He pushed

e answered with chilling

Aethelgard formula was useless without her bi

her sanctuary a

et out of my apartm

and and shrugged off his suit jacket. He beg

e'd seen on the cover of Forbes months ago, the silver

with a disturbing familiarit

er to him, gra

u think you

ss steel of the Sub-Zero, trapping her. He braced

ataly, the same dark, smoky note that had clung to him

ches from hers. His voice w

nd. The moment you kissed me in that bar, everything that is yo

nto his dark, u

till, his lips alm

I told you," he murmured, his breath hot

ne in her pocket. He thought he owned everything-but he didn't know she stil

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Irene Romance

“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.”