All Chapters of I Let Him Crash Into Destiny: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wendy got into the Maybach that had come to pick her up, while a tow truck hauled the supercar away.My car's hood was twisted out of shape, and one of the headlights had been smashed. "I just got my car yesterday, and you totaled it! What will you do about it?"Yves ignored my question all the way. …The moment we hit home, he grabbed our mother's arm and complained that I was being pushy.My mother, Fiona Lawson, patted Yves lovingly and told me to handle the mess myself. "I can't believe you'd make Yves handle it. It's such a trivial matter. You're his brother, for God's sake."It was a few hours ago that Yves insisted on driving my car. He had no license and had failed his driving test five times. Worried about his safety, Fiona insisted that I followed Yves.Johnny West, my stepfather, came out of the kitchen with a fruit platter, but it only had three forks. The three of them happily ate the fruit, pretending I did not exist."Wendy kept staring at me the whole time. I

Yves zoomed in on the bill. "What kind of repair costs that much?" He carefully counted the zeroes.Johnny refused to believe it too. He insisted the sender had to be a scammer, not Wendy.That car Yves crashed into was a Koenigsegg, and the chassis was fully handmade. There was only one of its kind in the entire country. Because it was so rare, most people would not even recognize it.Aphrodite had partnered up with Koenigsegg before, so I knew that car was 50 million. For a car like that, eight million in repair costs was not impossible. On top of that, transporting it back to Soland would not be cheap either.While they were struggling to grasp whether the bill was real, Wendy texted them again. 'Pay up as soon as you can.'That left no grounds for negotiation. Panic seeped into Yves, and all color drained from his face. "She should've asked me on a date, not money for repairs! Where do I even get eight million?" He looked to Fiona for help.Finally, Fiona remembered that

Networking events weren't new to me. Wine and dine, and all that. Still, this kind of event was a first for me. Wendy picked out a big room, about 800 square feet. When I entered, I saw wealthy business owners, all pudgy and greasy, sitting on their own sofas.On the table before them were alcohol and imported food. In the center of the room was a stage lit by LED lights as a famous singer sang onstage.Rows of beautiful people came in, serving the business owners. Yves was sitting with Wendy, rolling his eyes at the guys who tried to approach her.Fortunately, Wendy had no interest in those people. I quietly took a seat in the corner and watched the event unfold while I kept my silence.The people only cared about indulgence, and not a word was said about the project. If no merchants were to set up shop in the resort town after it was built, the service part would take a great hit.Clearwater Resort Town was set in a slightly remote area. Only big names had the backing to set u

The driver behind us honked at us when the light turned green. Wendy put her hands on the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. "Those girls are still keeping an eye on me, waiting for me to fail. Clearwater has to be a roaring success."Her voice was filled with the strength of someone who would keep going on without hesitation.When we got to my place, Wendy stuck her head out the window and checked the neighborhood's name. As she left, I noticed the smidgen of something lingering in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but my smile silenced her.That night, Fiona bombarded my phone with demands for money. "Yves is in a coma! He's in the hospital! And the bill's impossible!"I promptly blocked her number. …The next morning, I saw Fiona and Johnny standing outside the company long before I was by the entrance. Judging by how they were swiveling their heads and craning their necks, they were looking for me.It was peak hour, so there were always people going about at the

Some said Yves was beating a dead horse, given that Molly's husband was standing right there. Some said that Yves' reputation had long been destroyed, so one with any fame or fortune would give him a moment of their day, let alone Molly.Yves lay down on the ground and chortled, but his laughter turned into sobs. His tears caked his face with black eyeliner. None helped him up, and none comforted him.When he was done crying, he staggered to his feet and played a voice recording. It was what happened that day. The air was filled with Molly screaming words of filth as she humiliated and flogged Yves. Everyone could hear Yves' cries and pleas for mercy between her insults.Just then, Wendy's voice rang out, asking if Molly had had enough fun. She then told her men to haul the unconscious Yves away.That blew up the scene and sent a tsunami roaring across the event. The Hewitts and the Boltings tried to cover it up the best they could, but the cat was already out of the bag, and it