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All Chapters of MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1: The Debt’s Shadow

"Please. Just... please."The words didn't leave my mouth. They died in my throat, strangled by the same terror that made my knees knock together. I was backed against the kitchen counter, the laminate edge digging into the small of my back.Crash.My mother’s favorite ceramic vase—the only thing I had left of her—shattered against the floor. A dozen blue shards skidded across the linoleum, coming to rest near the heavy, mud-caked boots of the man standing in my living room."Your brother’s a ghost, kid," the big one snarled. His name was Miller, and he smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap adrenaline. He kicked a kitchen chair aside. It hit the wall with a sickening crack. "And since Leo isn’t here to pay, you’re the collateral."I shook my head, my hands trembling as I lifted them to sign. I don’t know where he is. Please, I don’t have any money.Miller laughed, a dry, rasping sound. "I don’t speak hand-jive. Use your mouth or use your wallet. Oh, wait. You can’t do either, can yo

Last Updated : 2026-01-19

Chapter 2: The Gilded Cage

"You can’t stay there, Raffy. Not after they broke the door."Ignatius stood in the center of my ruined living room, his presence making the walls feel even closer together. He didn't ask. He spoke like the weather—unavoidable and absolute.I looked at the shattered ceramic on the floor. My hands made small, jerky movements. I have nowhere else. Leo will come back.Ignatius stepped over a broken chair, his hand landing on my shoulder. The weight of it was grounding, a heavy anchor in a storm. "Leo isn't coming back for a long time. He owes people far worse than the thugs I just chased out. My guest house is secure. Keyless entry. Private security. You won’t have to jump every time the wind rattles a window."I let out a breath I’d been holding since Miller first kicked the door. A guest house. Security. It sounded like a dream. It sounded like a life where I didn't have to sleep with a kitchen knife under my pillow."Pack a bag," he commanded, his voice softening just enough to make m

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Chapter 3: The Brutal Betrayal

"I’m the only one you can trust, Raffy. Remember that."The words echoed in the marble hallway like a threat. Ignatius had gone to the main house for a "business meeting," leaving me with a heavy silence and a stomach full of lead. He thought I was sleeping. He thought I was the same docile, broken boy he’d pulled off the kitchen floor.I crept toward the oak double doors of his study. My hands shook as I gripped the handle. It didn't budge. I pulled a bobby pin from my pocket—a trick Leo taught me when we were kids and he’d lost his house keys for the tenth time.Click.The door swung inward. The room smelled of expensive leather and old blood. I moved to the mahogany desk, my feet sinking into the thick carpet. I needed to find Leo’s gambling debts. I needed to see the numbers, to understand how my brother could be so cruel.I pulled open the bottom drawer. A heavy, leather-bound ledger sat inside. I flipped it open, my eyes scanning the columns of names and figures.There. Thorne,

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Chapter 4: The Reckless Shift

"You shouldn't have touched that drawer, Raffy. Now, you won’t even have the hallway to walk through."Ignatius’s voice grated against the silence of the guest house. He stood by the window, the moon carving sharp, cruel angles into his face. He’d spent the last three days stripping the room bare. The books were gone. The television, gone. Even the extra pillows. He wanted a void. He wanted me to have nothing to look at but my own reflection in the window glass until I begged for his presence.I sat on the edge of the stripped mattress. My hands stayed folded in my lap. I didn't sign. I didn't plead. I didn't even look up when he paced past me, his leather shoes clicking like a countdown.Silence is a wall, I realized. If he couldn't hear my heart through my hands, he couldn't own the rhythm."Nothing? Not even a 'sorry' on your fingers?" Ignatius stopped, his jaw tight. He reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing my head back. "I made you. I can unmake you just as fast.

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Chapter 5: The Forbidden Move

"You think my father will save you?"Ignatius slammed the door to the guest house so hard the glass panes rattled in their frames. He ripped his tie loose, his face flushed a dangerous, mottled red. He looked unhinged. The "Saint" had been stripped bare at the gala, and the animal underneath was foaming at the mouth."He doesn't want you, Raffy. He just wants to take what’s mine." Ignatius lunged across the room, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. My head snapped back. My teeth clicked together. "Answer me! Did you think you were being clever?"I let my body go limp. I dropped to my knees, my head bowed, my hands lying useless and shaking on the floorboards. I made my breathing shallow. I played the part of the broken, terrified mute he thought he’d bought."That’s it," he hissed, his grip softening into a patronizing stroke down my hair. "Stay down there. You’re nothing without me. My father would discard you the second you stopped being a weapon against me."He stepped back, a sm

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Chapter 6: The Lion’s Den

The glass towers of Thorne Financial loomed like frozen giants against the grey city sky. I stood at the revolving doors, my breath fogging the air, my fingers buried deep in the pockets of a coat that was far too thin. My heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm.I didn't have a badge. I didn't have a voice.The security guard, a man with a neck thicker than my thigh, stepped into my path. "Deliveries are at the back, kid."I didn't move. I let my shoulders hunch, my chin dipping toward my chest. I made my hands tremble as I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with Cane Thorne’s personal office number scrawled on it. I looked up at him, eyes wide and brimming with a calculated, watery terror."I... I’m here for Mr. Thorne," I mouthed. No sound. Just the desperate shape of the words.The guard’s expression shifted from irritation to pity. "You alright, son? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."I shook my head violently, my hand flying to my throat. I pointed toward the elevators, th

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Chapter 7: The Seat of Honor

"Get up. Now."Ignatius’s voice cracked like a whip across the silent boardroom. His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving under a custom-tailored suit that suddenly looked too tight. He marched toward me, his hand outstretched to drag me from the chair—the Vice President’s chair.I didn't move. I forced my spine to go rigid. I gripped the armrests until the leather groaned."Ignatius." Cane’s voice was a low, subsonic rumble that stopped his son mid-stride. "Sit down. You’re making a scene in front of the board.""He doesn't belong here, Father! He’s a Thorne charity case, not a voting member." Ignatius slammed his palms onto the glass table, the vibration rattling the water pitchers. He leaned over me, his scent of expensive gin and desperation clogging my senses. "Raffy, I’m not going to ask again. Get out."I looked up at him, my eyes wide and shimmering with a practiced, liquid fear. I let my lip tremble. I didn't look at the exit; I looked at Cane. I shrank back, leaning my sho

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