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CHAPTER SEVEN

ผู้เขียน: Wren Gray
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Myra

Luca was leaning against the wall opposite, arms crossed. He’d changed his shirt, but the cut on his cheekbone was an angry red mark. He just can't get away from injuries, can he?

“Why were you in there so long?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face. “You okay?”

I could still feel the ghost of the plastic razor against my palm. I made myself smile, a little too wide. “Yeah. Fine. Just… freshening up. It took a while.” I waved a vague hand toward my face, as if explaining an elaborate skincare routine.

He watched me for a second longer, then nodded, accepting the lie. That was the thing about Luca. He saw so much in the business world, every angle, every deception. But with me, he wanted to believe the best. He wanted the story where I was just his little sister, worrying about my hair.

“Okay,” he said, pushing off the wall. “Listen, Zyran’s coming over tomorrow night. For dinner.”

A cold knot formed in my stomach. “Tomorrow? So soon?”

“No time to waste. Dad’s already making call
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  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   Chapter eight

    MyraI woke up with my head feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Repeatedly.Sunlight streamed through the gaps in my curtains, painfully bright, and I groaned, pulling my pillow over my face. Every small movement sent waves of nausea through my stomach. This was why I didn't drink. This exact feeling right here.Memories from last night filtered through the fog in my brain. The club. The dancing. Arabella's laugh. And then—oh God. Zyran. The way he'd shut down the entire club like it was nothing. The car ride home. Had I really said all those things to him? About cages and existing and—I sat up too fast and immediately regretted it, pressing my palm to my forehead. My mouth tasted like something had died in it, and I was still wearing last night's clothes, my makeup probably smeared across my face like a raccoon.A soft knock on my door made me wince."Myra? Are you awake?" My mother's voice, tentative and careful.Guilt crashed over me, mixing badly with the hangove

  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHAPTER EIGHT

    Myra "Another round!" Arabella shouted in my ear, her arm linked through mine as she dragged me back toward our booth. Zoe and Chloe were already there, their faces flushed with exertion and alcohol, matching grins plastered across their faces.I'd lost count somewhere after the fourth shot. Or was it the fifth? The world had taken on a pleasant, fuzzy quality, edges blurred and softened. For the first time in days, I wasn't thinking about Zyran Theon's cold, calculating eyes. I wasn't thinking about my mother's wounded expression. I wasn't thinking about the razor blade hidden in my bathroom drawer like a terrible insurance policy."To Myra!" Chloe raised her glass, nearly sloshing vodka onto the table. "Who finally decided to join the land of the living!""To bad decisions!" Zoe added with a wicked grin."To forgetting!" I shouted back, and we all downed our shots in unison.The liquid burned going down, but it was a good burn. A cleansing burn. Each drink was another layer of armo

  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHAPTER SEVEN

    Myra Luca was leaning against the wall opposite, arms crossed. He’d changed his shirt, but the cut on his cheekbone was an angry red mark. He just can't get away from injuries, can he?“Why were you in there so long?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face. “You okay?”I could still feel the ghost of the plastic razor against my palm. I made myself smile, a little too wide. “Yeah. Fine. Just… freshening up. It took a while.” I waved a vague hand toward my face, as if explaining an elaborate skincare routine.He watched me for a second longer, then nodded, accepting the lie. That was the thing about Luca. He saw so much in the business world, every angle, every deception. But with me, he wanted to believe the best. He wanted the story where I was just his little sister, worrying about my hair.“Okay,” he said, pushing off the wall. “Listen, Zyran’s coming over tomorrow night. For dinner.”A cold knot formed in my stomach. “Tomorrow? So soon?”“No time to waste. Dad’s already making call

  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHAPTER SIX

    MyraI stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, but I didn’t see my face. Not really. I saw the problem. The object. The beautiful, fragile doll that had started a war between my father and my brother, and was now being packaged up for delivery to a stranger. I hated itZyran Theon.Luca had just texted me. Two words: He agreed.A hysterical laugh bubbled in my throat, but it died before it could escape. He agreed. Of course he did. Luca said he owed him a favor. This was just another business transaction for a man like Zyran. A strategic alliance. A temporary asset acquisition, then would be shipped of to another, I would tossed around like a volleyball. I pressed my palms flat against the cool marble of the sink, leaning in until my forehead nearly touched the glass. The conversation with my mother replayed in a fuzzy loop.“Are you sure about this, solntse?” she’d asked, her hands warm as they cupped my face after Luca had pulled me away. Her eyes, the same blue as mine, we

  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHALTER FIVE

    ZyranWhen Luca asked me, I didn’t react. My face, as always, was a blank page. But inside, the world cracked open.They were in the back room of The Vault, the Kingsmen’s most secure lounge. The meeting was over. Cristian was pouring drinks, telling a loud, crude story. Lorenzo was checking his phone. Dante was just a shadow in the corner. Luca had pulled him aside, his usual charm replaced by a raw, desperate energy.“I need a favor, Vin. A big one.”I paused, but then continued sipping his bourbon.Lucs wasn't known for asking for many Favors so it made him wonder what the matter was. Favors in their world were currency. He expected a request for some ammunition, for a strategic strike against a rival, for a problem to disappear, a strategy fo their next attack on those serpents. “It’s Myra.”The name was a live wire dropped into still water. I didn’t flinch. I took another slow sip, letting the burn ground him. “What about her?”Luca ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of pure

  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHAPTER FOUR

    MyraThe sound that came out of me wasn't a laugh; it was a sharp cackle that ripped through the tense silence of Luca's bedroom. It was the kind of sound you make when the world has tilted so far off its axis and laughing you ass out was the only response. "You're insane," I choked out, wiping at the corner of my eye. "You've finally lost it. Zyran? Seriously?"But my brother's face remained stoic, unamused. There was no answering smile, no shared joke in his eyes. He was like a statue, carved from unwavering resolve. He was dead serious.He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-

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