Novel & Cerita Brothers Imprisoned Me But They Went Crazy After I Died

"And you? You're only an adopted child whom we've sheltered all these years as a replacement. It's time you realized your place and stopped whining like a little child." Ivy slowly shook her head. Those words kept spinning around in her mind, striking her consciousness until she felt as though her entire world had truly collapsed. For fourteen years, she had believed that they were real brothers who loved her unconditionally. It turned out that her status was nothing more than a replacement for a shadow. Amid her sobs, Sarah lifted her head from within Redy's embrace, hiding a cunning smile on her lips as she watched Ivy's defenses crumble completely before her three older brothers.

“The pack is no longer your brother’s. Alpha Cameron captured him and threw your brother into the dungeon.” I gasped and then shook my head. “I want to visit my brother now. Cameron is a good man. He will allow me to see my brother.” “The thing is … The thing is ….” Susanne didn’t finish her words. “What happened?” Susanne sobbed while holding my feet. “I don’t know what I must tell you, miss ….” “Please … I need to know. What happened?” “I got a piece of news from our people. Your brother … suicided by drinking wolfsbane. They locked him in a silver jail. It might be too much for him. Finally, he ended his life.”

I inquired, "What kind of lesson did you give them?" "They offended His Highness, which is an unpardonable offense." Garfield said with a detached expression, "However, His Highness is merciful enough to allow them to confess and expose the mastermind behind their actions to offset their guilt. It's just that my brother was too afraid. He and his mate committed suicide in prison before the interrogation even began." My eyes widened, "Suicide? They're dead?" "Yes." Garfield answered in a matter-of-fact tone, as if the deceased were not his brother and his brother's mate, but two strangers.

Sinclair’s POV Now I had to deal with my stubbornness. It had brought me to the end. The door opened again with two hefty guards getting in. They looked at me and opened my cell, dragging me by the chains out of the cell. I didn’t expect them to treat me nicely since I was going to die anyway and I couldn’t pretend how much it hurt, leaving everything in the care of my brother. He was a wrecking ball. The pack would crash in a few days.

What I saw marked me for life. - What did you do? - At that moment, nothing. I was petrified. My father sent me to the hospital with the biggest beating he had ever given me: 3 broken ribs, a concussion, a broken leg, and both arms. I was in a coma for two months. - And they didn't call the police? - Against a Roman man? – he laughs – they didn’t even think about it. - And then? When I woke up, my brother had killed himself. He threw himself under a train. He was barely 13 years old.

My entire body was trembling with rage now, and my throat was clogged with tears at how familiar this story was. “Whatever those men were high on...” he shook his head. “They were eager to try out all their fantasies.” His shoulders quivered now. “Besides everything else, it was all so eerie, the herd mentality, the soullessness in their eyes.” He stopped now, his muscles relaxing, and it seemed he had just rolled a boulder weight off his shoulders. He was light and nonchalant again. “My brother claimed he had no idea, and made a show of arguing with them even though their guards threw us out.”

"Not all of those videos were wiped from the Internet…" Zagreus hugged his head in tears. "I failed them! It's my fault!" … The brothers were sentenced to life in prison. The Stein sisters died from infection. Their father had a breakdown from never receiving the stocks he wanted and was declared insane. Meanwhile, Lindsay and I enjoyed our life under the sun. We met our true loves at the same time and began our first relationship. It was the sweetest—you wouldn’t even believe it. Mistakes were never the worst things in life. The fear of being stuck with a mistake was far more terrible.

He chuckled, clearly entertained by my struggles, and my body jerked involuntarily at the mention of my brothers. "Touch my brothers and die!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with rage and desperation. I struggled against the grip pinning me to the floor, my body straining against the restraints as I fought to break free. Volkov's laughter was like a slap in the face. "What?" he barked, putting more pressure on his leg, grinding his heel into my shoulder. "What can you even do in this state you're in?" But before I could respond, a cold, deadly voice cut through the air. "Get your fucking leg off my brother if you don't want to die!"

This invisible force dictated every aspect of my being, restricting my movements, hindering my ability to think clearly, and leaving me feeling perennially on edge. As I found myself ensnared in their clutches, my mind couldn't help but be consumed by a desperate plea repeating in my thoughts. My brothers. The question echoed incessantly, each syllable a manifestation of my growing fear and vulnerability in this nightmarish situation. Every mention of my brothers intensified my sense of helplessness, amplifying the tormenting power these captors held over me. The very thought of my brothers being killed in this twisted mess left me utterly devastated, for they were innocent souls who had no

" I don't like being cooped up, you took the words right out of my mouth . I didn't realize how beautiful this place was before…" "The last time you were here; you came as a prisoner because I had kidnapped you. And that in turn set the ball rolling. I don't know what got into my brother a couple of days ago but I know that he's not a violent man and if he does act out of character then that means somewhere somehow somebody must have drugged him because he's not the type to do what he did to you. "