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All Chapters of CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

36 Chapters

CHAPTER ONE

Myra.There were five members in the Kingsmen club, each of them a dominant representative of the five most powerful Mafia families in the whole of New York city or better the entire freaking country. They were feared by not just ordinary civilians but people who even are a part of the mafia were scared of them and many more hated them because of how much havoc they caused as a team or a gang–whatever. It wasn’t enough that the five of them independently were living mayhem, but together as one entity was the scariest and the biggest wave to hit the Mafia climate. Not only were they unstoppable together but their individual factions grew even more, even to the extent that most people were willingly, no, literally begging to form alliances with our family because my brother was part of them. Today just like other days they were the top trending topics in New York city, and the 2nd most spoken about topic in America as a whole. My brother had always been hellbent on protecting me from wh

CHAPTER TWO

Myra.Friday Dinner night.The thought had been a knot in my stomach all day, tightening with every passing hour, constricting my ability to even breathe properly with having mini panic attacks. It was the night my father would finally tell me about my future. The Alliance. The marriage. In our world, in the Bravata, it wasn’t something you debated or argued about. It was a question of “If” or “Who”. It was a must. A tradition, as a matter of fact it was written in the oath of every Mafia faction and denomination across New York. “You must be willing to submit, everything and everyone for the cause” the cause of power. It was a practice as old as the organizations themselves. Marriage was the ultimate seal of alliance, a chain linking two powerful families together, making them stronger. The unspoken goal was always the same: you marry, you have children, and those children grow up to be inked with power in their veins and then those children would also have children, it was a cycle

CHAPTER THREE

MYRA“Fuck no, Dad!” Luca's voice thundered as the dining room door flew open and slammed it back against the wall with a crack that made me jump. Luca stood there his eyes solely fixed on my dad’s, breathing like he’d just run a mile. His shirt was badly rumpled, there was a fresh, bleeding cut on his cheek and his knuckle was busted and bleeding. Did he get in a fight with someone again? My father’s face went from calm to stone in a second. “Luca, sit down. And speak to me respectfully.” “Hell no, Dad! There is no way in hell I’m letting you do this to her! She’s till young, for fuck’s sake! And you are just…selling her off!”“I am not selling her off!” My father replied– his voice low and dangerous, I could feel the anger raging from the vibration that came with every word. Luca and Dad rarely ever argued but whenever they did it was like they would continue till they burned down the house. “You need to stop acting like you don’t know how this works. You know better than anyone t

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-

CHAPTER FIVE

ZyranWhen Luca asked me, I didn’t react. My face, as always, was a blank page. But inside, the world cracked open.We 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 as always. Luca had pulled me aside, his usual charm replaced by a raw, desperate energy.“I need a favor, Vin. A big one.”I paused, but then continued sipping my bourbon.Luca wasn't known for asking for many Favors so it made me wonder what the matter was. Favors in their world were currency. I 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 pu

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

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

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

Chapter nine

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 hangover

CHAPTER TEN

MYRA. The days after the dinner blurred together likey life was now a movie, a spectacle and worse the days were moving so quickly so very quickly it sacred me. It seem like even mother nature wanted me to marry Zyran as soon as possible. I went through the motions—wake up, shower, pretend to eat breakfast while my mother fluttered around talking about flower arrangements and guest lists, retreat to my room, repeat. It was like watching my life happen to someone else, like I was a spectator in my own body.Arabella called every day, sometimes twice a day, her voice a connection to the normal world I was leaving behind."So the wedding planner wants to know if you prefer peonies or roses," my mother said on Tuesday morning, appearing in my doorway with a thick journal. I looked up from my book—I wasn't really reading it anyway, just staring at the same page I'd been on for twenty minutes. "Whatever you think is best, Mama."Her face fell, just slightly, before she smoothed it over w

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