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Penulis: M.J Mackenzie
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-10 04:05:25

My father is leaning back against his desk, both hands grip the edge behind him. One leg is crossed over the other with deliberate ease, almost theatrical. His gaze drifts from me to Shaun… then back again… then away once more. Back and forth.

The only sound filling the room is my breathing—too loud, too uneven.

The two of them might as well be statues. Locked in some silent, ridiculous staring contest neither is willing to lose. Stubborn doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve never seen anyone
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  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   93

    “Are you sure about this?” I ask Julian from inside the car. Rain lashes violently against the windshield while the estate looms ahead through the darkness like something waiting for us. “If I were sure,” he says flatly, “I would’ve demanded Liana’s freedom from you a hell of a lot sooner than this.” He slides the magazine into his gun with a sharp click before looking over at me. “So no. But right now this is the only lead we’ve got.” I don’t waste another second thinking about it. “Xavier, exterminate the flies.” “Yes, boss.” He’s out of the vehicle before the command even stops echoing. From the shadows of the other cars, the rest of the men spill out in a silent, lethal wave. Five minutes later, Julian and I step out too. Weapons already drawn as we move through the estate gates side by side. A handful of guards and security men are already down across the courtyard. Bodies scattered over wet stone. Blood disappears beneath the relentless rain almost as quickly as it spills

  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   92

    “Let her go, Shaun.” Father commands. I tighten my grip instead. Everything in front of me feels red. “Shaun.” This time it comes out as a warning. I still don’t move. “When I let go,” I growl, dragging her closer to me, “you don’t say another fucking word. About Liana. About anything. You understand me?” Tears gather in her reddened eyes while she struggles to nod. I shove her away hard enough that she collapses onto the wet ground coughing violently. Then I turn toward the rest of them. Toward the entire family now gathered in the rain-soaked courtyard.“Everybody listen carefully.” My voice cuts through the thunder loud enough to silence every whisper instantly. “Until Liana’s found, nobody thinks about anything else. Nobody sleeps. Nobody steps out of line."My gaze moves slowly across each face, pinning them in place."And most importantly—keep your fucking mouths shut. If I hear a single thing I don’t like, I’ll break your teeth myself.” I storm back inside and yank my

  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   91

    A minute later, I’m behind the wheel. The engine roars to life beneath me as I drive straight toward her apartment. The lobby manager swears he hasn’t seen Dr. Carlson since the wedding weeks ago. Still, he unlocks the apartment for me. I search the entire place anyway. Nothing. No sign of her. No trace that she’s even been here recently. I check the bedroom last. Empty. I stare at the untouched space for a few long seconds. The air is stale, the silence loud enough to ring in my ears. She isn't here. I walk back out. It’s only been a couple of hours. She’ll come back. She has to. I return to my father’s estate and wait for news. None. Outside, the rain starts hammering hard enough to sound violent against the windows. Every strike of it feels like a whip cracking straight through my skull. Because now, hours have passed. And there’s still no sign of her. She knows exactly what happens if she disappears on me. She knows what I’ll do if she decides not to come back. And that’s

  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   90

    Shaun “Everything go smoothly last night?” My father asks. 
“Yeah.” I lean back slightly in the chair. “Everything got delivered. Half the shipment went to the hospital. Hardware’s already in our warehouse.” 
“Good.” He studies me for a moment before continuing. “You took only people you trust?” 
“Yeah.” 
“These days we can’t afford mistakes,” he says calmly. “Not until we figure out who the second rat is.” 
A smirk pulls faintly at one corner of my mouth. “Don’t worry, Father. Everything’s under control.” 
He nods once and walks behind his desk. The office falls quiet for a few seconds except for the soft sound of rain hitting the windows. Then—
“Your wife’s been staying here for days. You’re not taking her back yet?” My gaze lifts toward him. “No.” 
He watches me carefully. “And then what? Is she going to stay here forever?” 
“If necessary.” I push myself to my feet and head toward the door. 
“That wasn’t our agreement.” My hand pauses briefly on the handle. “You said it

  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   89

    “Time of death, fourteen twenty-four.” Dr. Hunt’s voice is steady when he says it. Mine wouldn’t have been. I’m barely holding myself upright at this point. It honestly feels like my legs might give out beneath me at any second. My first patient that didn’t survive under my hands. The first person I ever lost in surgery—was a ten-year-old boy. Everything after that blurs. The operating room. The voices. The movement around me. I don’t even wait for Dr. Hunt to go speak to Sylvia. I know he does—I see him moving toward the hallway through the haze—but I can’t stay long enough to watch it happen. I walk away too fast. Almost stumble, honestly. But even from down the corridor, I still hear her scream. God. That sound. It tears straight through me. “Liana.” Jenny’s voice reaches me somewhere in the middle of all the noise. And the second she touches me, I break. I practically collapse into her arms. “He’s dead, Jenny.” The words come out fractured, barely recognizable. “He’s f

  • Two Brothers. One Ruin.   88

    Just like that, he moved me into his father’s estate. And me? To spend as little time there as possible—to keep my brain too occupied to think, too exhausted to spiral, too dead on my feet to lie awake inside that godforsaken room listening to my own thoughts rot—I started scheduling myself for back-to-back shifts. Twenty-four fucking seven. At this point, I practically live at the hospital. My body’s starting to give out a little. There’s only so much abuse it can take before it starts protesting. My shoulders ache constantly, my feet feel permanently numb, and some days I’m so tired I genuinely forget what day it is halfway through surgery prep. But honestly? For my mind, it’s perfect. For my career, too. Exactly what it should be. And weirdly enough, with the way things are now… it’s not even that terrible. The rare times I go back to the estate—usually once every couple of days just to sleep—I barely run into anyone. And if I do, nobody bothers me. I keep to myself. They ke

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