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He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife
He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife
Author: Silky Stars

Chapter 1

Author: Silky Stars
"Emmett, give me the car keys.

"I'm heading to the next city to meet this girl I got set up with. She's loaded, worth millions. I can't exactly show up looking broke."

Trent Harlow walked in, dropped onto the couch, and held out his hand.

I looked at the Porsche key sitting on the coffee table. I had picked the car up just last week and had barely driven it myself.

"Trent, I haven't even broken it in yet. Why don't you take the Audi instead?" I kept my voice even.

"The Audi? You want me to show up to a date in that piece of junk?"

Trent shot to his feet, his expression souring instantly. "Emmett, we grew up together. We're brothers and yet you're hemming and hawing over a car? What, you think I'm gonna wreck it?"

My wife, Camille, came out of the bedroom in a silk camisole, still halfway through her makeup. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Emmett, it's bad enough you're cheap about everything else. Trent is your best friend.

"He's about to land himself a wife, and instead of helping, you're dragging your feet. What? You can't stand to see him do better than you?"

I frowned. I could no longer tell whether she was my wife or his. She always took his side.

Trent raised an eyebrow, looking pleased. "See? Your wife gets it.

"Emmett, if you won't lend me the car, then we're done. No more brotherhood."

I looked at Trent as he stood there, pushing me into a corner, and then at Camille with that cold smirk on her face.

Over the years, Trent had borrowed money, mooched meals, and never paid back a cent, all in the name of brotherhood. Camille was no better. She had access to my bank account and sent money to her parents every month without asking.

Still, the holiday was right around the corner and I did not want to start a fight over something like this.

"Fine. Take it."

I took a deep breath, picked up the key, and handed it to Trent.

Trent snatched it out of my hand and grinned. "That's more like it.

"Oh, and the car's out of gas. Go fill it up for me while you're at it. I've got a couple hundred miles to cover."

Camille chimed in. "Hurry up. Don't mess this up for him."

I did not say anything. I turned around and headed downstairs.

After filling up the tank at the gas station, I stopped by the convenience store, bought a box of condoms, and left them in the center console.

When I got back upstairs, I handed the car over to Trent. "Tank's full.

"I left a little something in the console for you. That's the best I can do, brother.

"Good luck tonight."

Trent clapped me on the shoulder, and there was something in his smile I could not quite read. "Thanks, brother. Tonight's gonna be one hell of a night. I guarantee it."

Trent had barely walked out the door when Camille picked up a phone call. "Oh no, Bria just got dumped and she's a total mess. I need to go over there."

She rushed into the walk-in closet as she spoke. Ten minutes later, she reappeared at the front door in full makeup, perfume on, bag in hand.

"Figure out dinner on your own. I'm staying at Bria's tonight."

Before I could say a word, the door slammed shut behind her.

The apartment went quiet. It was just me and an empty living room.

After I finished cleaning up the living room, I went into the walk-in closet to sort through the clothes Camille had thrown around. In the bottom drawer, I noticed her black lace lingerie set was missing.

It was a set she had bought but had never once worn for me.

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  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 9

    The law caught up with them, and so did the consequences.With the evidence stacked against him, Trent did not even have room to argue.He was convicted on two counts of intentional assault causing severe injury and disability, and deliberate destruction of private property. The sentences were combined, and he was given eight years in prison.On the day of sentencing, Trent sat in a wheelchair with his wrists in handcuffs. Both legs had been amputated above the knee, and the severe burns had left horrific scars across his entire body. He would spend the rest of his life in a cold prison wheelchair, trapped in constant, unending pain.Camille and her family were destroyed just as thoroughly. Because Camille had been a direct beneficiary and willing accomplice in the destruction of my half-million-dollar Porsche, the court ruled her jointly liable for a massive sum in damages after I filed an aggressive civil suit.Elaine, the woman who had spent years calling me a pathetic waste of

  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 8

    I pushed the document across the table toward the officers, and my voice did not waver. "On the night in question, my car was taken without my authorization. After the toll-free period ended, the vehicle automatically shut down due to unauthorized operation. It was Trent Harlow himself who, without any guidance, repeatedly yanked on the emergency mechanical lock, which triggered the car's deep-security defense protocol and caused a full system lockdown."I glanced over at Trent on his stretcher and watched his pupils contract. "The system identified the situation as a violent theft and automatically lowered the windows to prevent suffocation. Every single thing that happened was a direct result of his unauthorized tampering."As the registered owner of the vehicle, I bear no fault whatsoever. If anything, I am the victim here. My car was stolen."The senior officer leafed through the certified technical report, stamped and official, and nodded.Elaine's face shifted, but she refu

  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 7

    The dashcam finally short-circuited from the heat, and the screen dissolved into static.At seven in the morning, the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds.A rescue convoy of highway patrol vehicles and heavy-duty snowplows finally made their way through the blocked road.Police lights flashed as paramedics dragged stretchers through the snow, carving long tracks behind them. Two bodies were loaded into separate ambulances.One was burned beyond recognition, and the other was frozen solid. The sirens screamed all the way to the emergency room at Greenfield General Hospital.After a full day and night of emergency treatment, the hospital delivered its verdict. Both of them had survived, but the cost was devastating.Trent had sustained deep burns across 40 percent of his body. The extreme cold had also caused severe frostbite in all four limbs, and both of his legs had to be amputated above the knee.Camille had been exposed to the freezing snow for so long that the bl

  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 6

    "Trent, open the door! I'm going to die out here! Please, I'm begging you, let me back in!"Inside the car, Trent sat wrapped tightly in the cashmere blanket and ignored every word. He did not even bother to look. He just closed his eyes.Camille had been left out in the snow with nowhere to go. She cried for over ten minutes, but her pounding on the window grew slower and weaker with each passing moment. Eventually she slumped against the car door, curled herself into a ball, and the blizzard began burying her inch by inch.I sat in front of my computer screen and said nothing.The system had recorded every second of it. Trent deliberately attacking her and kicking her out of the car… Every curse, every scream, was captured in perfect clarity.The monster had finally shown his true face, but the punishment was only beginning.By five in the morning, the mountains were still buried in darkness.Outside the car, Camille had gone completely still. Half her body was covered in sn

  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 5

    After that, I picked up a second phone and dialed the highway patrol's emergency reporting line."Hello, I need to report a stolen vehicle. I have the GPS location. The suspects are currently stranded on the expressway at 10,000 feet. There's a blizzard trapping them up there, and the situation is extremely dangerous. Please send a unit immediately."I hung up and leaned back in my chair.The officer had been clear. An avalanche had blocked the road ahead, and the snow was piled over three feet deep. Even with heavy-duty plows, the earliest they could clear a path would be tomorrow morning.In this particular game, mother nature was the most impartial executioner of all.By three in the morning, the temperature had dropped to nearly 13 below zero. The cabin had turned into an icebox.On my screen, both of their lips had gone purple. Frost clung to their eyelashes. When the news reached them that no rescue team could get through, it shattered whatever composure they had left.Sur

  • He Borrowed My Porsche for My Wife   Chapter 4

    Up on the expressway at 10,000 feet, the blizzard was getting worse by the minute. The wind pouring in through the half-inch gaps in the windows sliced through the cabin like frozen blades.In just half an hour, the premium leather seats inside the half-million-dollar Porsche had turned rock hard from the cold.Trent dialed for help over and over, but the blizzard in the remote mountains had knocked out most of the signal. It took more than a dozen calls before one finally went through, and it connected to my mother-in-law.At one in the morning, my phone screen lit up and the ringtone shattered the silence of my study.It was Elaine.I hit the speakerphone button. Before I could even get a word out, she was already tearing into me."Emmett! What kind of broken-down junk did you buy? Are you trying to get Trent killed?"Her voice was brutal. "Trent just called and said the car broke down on some mountain. The heat's gone and the windows won't shut. You need to send a rescue team

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