All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The chair was uncomfortable. I leaned back anyway, one arm resting loosely against it, my fingers tapping lightly as my gaze drifted across the room without really focusing on anything. The police station smelled like stale air and paperwork, a mix that didn’t change no matter where you went. Officers moved in and out, going about their routine like this was just another day, another problem to deal with before moving on to the next. To them, it probably was. To me, it was just a delay.Across from me, the men from earlier didn’t look as relaxed. Their clothes were still disheveled, their expressions tight, irritation sitting heavy on their faces like they hadn’t expected things to go this way. Bruises were already forming, some darker than others, a few cuts still fresh enough to show exactly how things had gone for them. They kept looking at me, like they were waiting for something, an apology, a reaction, anything at all, but they weren’t getting it.“So you’re

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂The scream cut through everything, sharp enough to pull me out of the fog completely, and I was already moving before my mind fully caught up. My body felt heavy, the dizziness was still there from earlier, but it didn’t matter, not now. I pushed forward anyway, stepping out of the room and heading straight toward the living room, my heartbeat picking up with each step, something tight forming in my chest.“Sheila?”No response.I reached the living room and stopped. Sheila stood there, but not the way she should. A man had his arm locked around her from behind, holding her tightly in place, and a gun was pressed right against her face. The metal caught the light just enough to make it real, too real, and she didn’t move, didn’t struggle, like she was afraid that even the smallest movement would set something off.Her eyes were wide, filled with fear, tears already streaming down her cheeks as her body trembled in his grip. Her lips parted slightly like she wanted to spe

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂The car finally came to a stop after what felt like a long drive, though I couldn’t tell exactly how long it had been with the sack still covering my head. Everything had blurred into one, the movement, the turns, the silence from the men around me, all of it making it impossible to track where we were going or how far we had come. My hands were free, but that didn’t mean much when I couldn’t see anything, when every step I took had been controlled, guided, like I didn’t have a choice in any of it.The engine died down, and for a moment everything went quiet. Then hands were on me again, firm but not rough, pulling me forward. My feet hit solid ground, and I steadied myself instinctively, even as my vision was still blocked, my balance still not fully recovered from earlier. The air felt different here, fresher, more open, not like the city, and that alone told me we weren’t anywhere near where I had been taken.“Move.” I didn’t argue or resist cause there was little on

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂“Sir, you can’t just walk in like this—”I didn’t stop.The receptionist was already standing up, her voice rising as she tried to get my attention, but I walked past her like she wasn’t even there. She called out again, louder this time, something about appointments and security, but I was already heading straight down the hallway without slowing.I wasn’t here to talk to her.I wasn’t here to wait.Kagemoto Kazama’s words were still running through my head, repeating in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. Marry his daughter. The old man really sat there and said that like it was something normal, like I was supposed to just agree and everything would fall into place. It was disgusting. Not just the idea, but the way he said it, like Tim’s life could be traded that easily, like I would just fold and play along.My jaw tightened as I walked, my hands clenching slightly at my sides before I relaxed them again. I could still see his face clearly, calm, co

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂Six Months AgoIt started at the worst possible time, right in the middle of something that was supposed to secure my position in New York, something I had been working towards for a long time, something I couldn’t afford to lose. The meeting was already in motion, everything was steady and going in the direction I wanted.The kind of setting where one wrong move could cost everything, and I wasn’t the type to make mistakes like that.But that day, I did.My phone buzzed.It wasn’t supposed to matter, it shouldn’t have mattered, but the moment I saw Tim’s name on the screen, I checked it without thinking, like it was instinct, like nothing else in that room mattered for that second. That was all it took, just that one moment.The message was short, too short, the kind that didn’t leave room for interpretation but still didn’t make sense. A breakup text. No explanation, no argument leading up to it, nothing that matched what we had. I read it once, then again, slower t