When My Mate Chose My Brother

Victor Smith's POVThe doctor looked at me with pity as I swallowed a heavy dose of painkillers.Three days left to live. That was what they had told me.I took the elevator up to the VIP floor. My dad, Charles Smith, was slicing fruit for Jason. Meanwhile, my mom, Willa Carter, was curled up beside her, watching a movie.The moment I opened the door, the happy chatter stopped."Didn't you say you were on your deathbed this morning? What now? No one believed your lie, so you came back to pick on Jason again?"Victor, from this moment on, your father and I aren't leaving Jason's side. You won't get another chance to hurt he," Mom said coldly, stepping in front of the bed to block me."We're the Smith family—nobles of Moonfall Pack. We have standards, and we're respected. But you? You've always been hot-tempered and jealous. You even faked being sick just to steal the Miracle Elixir meant for Jason!"Dad stood beside Mom, just as defensive, like a hen guarding their chick.And behind the

"Victor, you're here."When we arrived at the hospital room, Jason was watching a movie, his complexion undeniably worse than mine. If anything, he looked like the one who was seriously ill.Despite his warm greeting, the challenge in his eyes—that unmissable arrogance—cut sharper than any blade."Victor, thanks for handing the company over to me. Don't worry, I'll make it even more successful.""With Jason managing the company, you won't have to work so hard. You'll still get your share of the profits, and it'll be so much easier for you," Mom added, grabbing my hand with a smile.I forced a smile back. "Yeah, I agree. That's why I'm going to hand over all my assets to Jason to manage. That way, I can relax."Everyone froze, shocked. They knew just how much that was worth."Victor, are you serious? Even the trust fund in the bank?" Leah’s voice was a mix of shock and confusion.I was puzzled. Jason had always wanted everything I had, and the whole family was always there to support hi

Jason's POVI was watching TV when the door to my hospital room opened."Why are you here?" I asked.It was my biological mother, Jasmine Ziegler. I felt both scared and disgusted when I saw her.She smirked and looked me up and down. "What do you think I'm here for? Money. I need ten thousand dollars. I'm out of cash."If I hadn't dumped you at the orphanage, how would you have ended up with the Smith family?""I hurled a glass at him with a snarl. "No money? Then you come crawling to me—again? You've got hands and legs, go earn it yourself! What right do you have? You never raised me!"He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a challenge. "If you don't give me the money, I'll tell everyone what you did to Victor."If I don't have money, I'll do whatever it takes."I deflated like a punctured balloon, defiance leaking out of me. Those secrets couldn't see the light—no matter the cost.I bit out through gritted teeth, "Fine. But you'll have to wait until I'm discharged and take over

Willa's POVI lay in bed, but I was somehow unable to sleep."What's wrong?" Charles asked."I still can't reach Victor. He phone is off, and I'm worried."Charles shook his head. "He's probably just mad. He's not answering calls or messages, and I tried to mind-link her, but she ignored me. That girl has such a temper!"He thought Victor was just angry and avoiding us on purpose, but I had a bad feeling—a feeling I couldn't shake.In the past, even if Victor was upset, she wouldn't go more than a day without contacting us. He would always call or respond, even if she had turned off her phone. He would never block the link between us—we were the ones who did.But this time, it felt different.I remembered when Victor had left a few days ago, right after he had Jason sign the transfer papers. We had all been so elated, until we realized he hadn't just stepped out. He had vanished.It wasn't like he at all.What if something had happened to her?"How long has it been since we last saw V