All Chapters of My Little Brother, My Lifelong Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Victor's POVI was sitting right in front of Vanessa. Yet she couldn't see the blood seeping from my wound. All she cared about was Ethan's swollen face.But there was a time when she'd cried herself hoarse over the smallest injury I suffered.When a criminal had held her hostage, she'd deliberately thrown herself onto his knife rather than let me risk my life to save her. And when I'd been shot twice during an arrest and nearly bled to death, she'd donated so much blood to save me that she'd almost died herself.That had all been Vanessa. So how had she become this person?I closed my eyes for a moment before forcing out a single word. "No!"Vanessa shot to her feet, furious. "Victor Calloway, stop being so stubborn! You know how powerful my family is!"My blood boiled. I let out a bitter laugh.Back when I graduated from the police academy, I'd nearly been assigned to another city. Vanessa had been so upset that she'd grabbed my arm and sobbed, "You're not leaving! My family

Third-Person POV"Victor!" Vanessa's piercing scream tore through the enclosed space like a clap of thunder.Everyone turned toward her in shock. Someone finally snapped out of it and shouted, "It's the cops! Get out of here!"The room erupted in frantic shuffling and hurried footsteps, mixed with muffled groans of pain.But Vanessa barely noticed. Her ears were ringing, and she stood frozen, staring blankly at the man lying on the floor—the man Ethan had claimed was his worst enemy.Even though she'd been several steps away, his blood had splattered onto her face. Almost in a trance, she wiped at her cheek. Only then did she realize it was blood.Her throat tightened. She took a few unsteady steps forward and slowly crouched beside him, her outstretched hand trembling. "Victor? You're not… You're not Victor, are you? I've made a mistake, haven't I?"But no one answered. Her hand stiffened as she wiped the blood from his face, pulling off the baseball cap that had been covering

Third-Person POVBy the time Vanessa regained consciousness, Victor's body had already been cremated, and his ashes had been buried. She sat slumped against the headboard, looking almost lifeless as she repeated the same words over and over. "Buried… He's been buried?" Tears streamed down her face as she spoke and laughed in disbelief.In just one week, Vanessa had wasted away as though she were suffering from a terminal illness. All the life and energy she'd once had were gone."You suffered a series of severe emotional shocks and lost consciousness. Unfortunately, you also lost the baby…" The doctor stood beside her bed, his voice gentle and sympathetic. "Mrs. Calloway, your husband is gone, but you still have to think about the people who are alive."At those words, a faint spark finally returned to Vanessa's lifeless eyes. She picked up her phone and called Victor's captain, Christopher, at the police department.Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Christopher, I distinctly r

Victor's POVI lowered my gaze and spoke quietly, my voice tinged with regret, "I'm sorry, Ms. Crain, but you've mistaken me for someone else."I gave her a polite smile and turned to leave.But Vanessa had no intention of letting me go. She stepped in front of me, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn't quite understand.There was guilt, longing, and even a flicker of overwhelming joy at finding someone she'd thought she'd lost forever. "Victor, I know it's you. I'm certain of it."I almost laughed bitterly. Five years ago, when she'd pointed a gun at me, I'd told her myself that I was Victor Calloway, her husband. She hadn't believed me then.Now that Victor Calloway was supposedly dead and buried, she was suddenly convinced I was him. What a joke.But I knew that denying it or trying to change the subject would only drag this mess out indefinitely. The thought alone filled me with exhaustion. So, I dropped the act.My expression turned indifferent, and my voice grew dista