I Gave Up My Life To My Brother Novels & Stories

" I owe my life to my brother,so will live it the way he wants me to. He told me to be happy and that's what I'll do. I'll fulfil his last wish for me." Justin said with determination. He will not sit and wallow in self pity. Since his brother sacrificed his Life for him to have a happy life, there's no way he'll let his sacrifice go in vain. He will live his life to the fullest. He will live for his elder brother.

Step by step, he made my parents, my wife, and my daughter lose trust in me. Everything was perfect for him. Everything happened exactly the way he wanted! Everything that I used to own was officially his. Declan was bedridden. When he saw the waiver in his hand, his eyes lit up with a smile. He had worked hard for so long, and he finally got what he wanted! It was great! When Declan was about to take a photo and make a post on social media, he heard a sarcastic voice. “Tsk! You aren’t dead yet, you useless brat?

However, in secret, she framed me repeatedly, deliberately hurting herself to make others think I was jealous. I cherished our sisterly bond and gave in to her every time, thinking that if I showed genuine care, they would eventually see who I really was. Despite this, in my previous life, even until the moment I died, I never received the recognition I deserved.

My head rests on softness, but it’s different from a pillow. I’ve stopped screaming and begging for something different. My throat is dry, and there are no more tears. I’m just left with the horrific pain. I killed my brother. I ended the life of my blood brother. I can never face anyone again; I can never be forgiven. “It’s okay, my child.” I slowly lift my head, struggling against the intense desire to disappear.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

"I don't want to watch someone get destroyed when they don't deserve it." Natasha looked away. "You barely know me." "Maybe.... But I know enough." The words weren't romantic, they weren't a confession, they were simply honest. "I know you built a career.... I know you lost it.... And know my brother helped take it away.... And I know I should have stepped in sooner." Natasha frowned. "Sooner?" Ethan looked away, for the first time, there was something that looked suspiciously like regret. "I knew how he was."

ARDEN POV I stepped inside the conference room, and I scanned the room, my eyes landing on her. The one person I hadn't set my eyes on for years. Miriam Ford, my brother's wife. My sister-in-law. Her lips parted, shock flashing before she forced her gaze away. I chuckled at her little action, facing the hospital chairman, Mr Gerald. “You don't have to introduce me like this. I'm just a junior surgeon, and not a big surgeon” I asserted, talking to the chairman.

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

"What kind of sickness costs that much money, Moron? You know how hard Mom and Dad work to make a living; are you just making this up so you can scam them out of money and gorge yourself on expensive food?" That was the reality. My name was Moron Shaw, while my brother's name was Clover. Mom and Dad made their favoritism crystal clear from the day we were born, but it took me nearly 20 years to finally see the truth for what it was. I softly said, "It's stomach cancer. I need chemotherapy." The moment Dad heard, he immediately tucked the 200 dollars away and sadly said, "I can't believe you've learned to lie at such a young age, Moron. When did you become so lazy and shameless that you'd lie

If only I knew back then, if only I used my brain a little, I had a brain only for decoration. " Durian, I am sorry for mistreating you sometimes, " I said, feeling a feeling of remorse. "Don’t worry! We are a family. " Live your life; don’t die for something you didn’t do. Try to be yourself, change for the better not, the worse. That was my brother’s last word to me. He never came back, neither his corpse. I began to hate myself to the core. Everything was chaotic. I thought William believed them; what they said about me.