All Chapters of THE WRONG BROTHER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Charlotte I tried to run off again but he grabs me so hard.Not my will, my hope.Because I realize with crushing certainty that this is happening. That Kevin is going to do this. That I can't stop him.That no one is coming to save me.Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, hot against my cold skin."That's better," Kevin murmurs, misreading my stillness as acceptance. "Just relax. It'll be over soon. And then you'll remember. You'll remember that you belong to me. That you've always belonged to me."His weight shifts as he starts to pull my jeans down.I close my eyes, unable to watch, unable to do anything but exist in this nightmare.I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry.I'm sorry, Rhys. I'm sorry for everything.The sound of an engine cuts through the desert silence.Kevin freezes, his hands still on my jeans.The engine gets louder. Closer."Fuck," Kevin breathes.I force my eyes open and turn my head.A vehicle is coming down the highway, fast. A black SUV with tinted windows.Kevin

Rhys"Michael Anders was apprehended at a private airfield attempting to flee the country," Sarah says, her voice steady and professional. "He's being processed downtown as we speak. Charges include conspiracy to commit fraud, kidnapping, obstruction of justice, and racketeering.""You're lying." Kevin's voice wavers. "My father wouldn't... he wouldn't just leave...""He got on his plane with a bag full of cash and fake passports," Rodriguez adds. "FBI scrambled jets to force him back. He's done, Kevin. Just like you're done."Kevin's face cycles through emotions, disbelief, rage, denial, and finally something that looks like broken acceptance."He left me," Kevin whispers. "He actually left me to take the fall alone.""Yeah, well, family loyalty only goes so far when prison time is involved," Sarah says coldly. "Now put the gun down. Last chance."Kevin looks at the gun in his hand like he's forgotten it was there. For a moment, I think he might actually comply.Then his grip tighten

Rhys"Is she... will she need surgery?""Not immediately. We're monitoring her closely. The biggest concern right now is potential internal bleeding from the abdominal trauma. We've done imaging, and so far everything looks stable, but the next twenty-four hours are critical. If there are any signs of internal bleeding or other complications, we may need to operate." Dr. Martinez's expression softens. "She also has injuries consistent with attempted sexual assault. We've conducted a full examination and collected evidence for the police."My hands clench into fists. "Did he...""The assault was not completed. But the attempt was violent." She pauses. "Charlotte will need time to heal, both physically and emotionally. But she's young and strong. With proper care and support, she'll recover.""When can I see her?""She's being moved to a room now. ICU, for monitoring. Once she's settled, you can see her." Dr. Martinez stands. "Mr. Van Allen, Charlotte has been through significant trauma

RhysCharlotte opens her eyes, studying my face."You really thought I was working with Kevin?""For a few hours. Yes." There's no point in lying.Kevin is a master manipulator. He got inside my head and planted seeds of doubt that grew like poison.""But you should have known better...""I should have. You're absolutely right. I should have trusted what I knew about you. I finally let myself reach out, my hand hovering over hers. "Can I?"She hesitates, then nods.I take her hand gently, careful of the IV, careful of her injuries."Charlotte, I love you. I've loved you since the moment you walked into my life. And that love made me terrified... terrified of losing you, of being betrayed, of having my heart destroyed the way my father destroyed my mother's." I squeeze her hand gently. "But that fear is my problem. My damage. And I should never have let it hurt you.""You can't just love someone and then doubt them the moment things get hard...""No. You can't. And I won't. Not ever ag

RhysWe walk down another hallway, past cells and processing rooms, until we reach a holding area.The corridor is dimmer here, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows. The air smells like disinfectant and stale coffee.Through a reinforced window, I see him.Michael Anders sits on a metal bench, his expensive suit wrinkled. His hands are cuffed in front of him, resting on his knees. For a moment, he looks smaller than I remember. Older.Then he sees me.His face contorts with pure, undiluted rage. He's on his feet in seconds, crossing to the window with startling speed."YOU!" He slams his cuffed hands against the glass. "You did this! You destroyed my family! My son is in the hospital because of you!"I don't respond. Just stand there, watching him."Say something!" Michael hits the glass again, hard enough that a guard moves forward. Sarah waves him back. "You came down here to gloat, didn't you? To see me in chains like some... some common criminal!""I came because Detective