I Took The Fall For My Brother の小説・ストーリー

I shrug my shoulders, continuing to play with his rough fingers. He goes silent after that, but I am thinking about his words deeply. Then, I end up shaking my head. My brother fell into an endless canyon. No one can survive that. He is dead. It hurts to face the truth, but reality must be faced at any cost. After taking a proper bath, I step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. My mind recalls how Elijah took me away using a weak moment like this. A shiver runs down my spine at the memory.

The dream rushed back to me. Those same hands catching me as I fell, those same eyes looking at me with protective warmth. My pulse quickened as he secured the bandage, his fingers lingering against my skin. "There," he said quietly. "Better." But I wasn't better. I was confused, shaken by the unexpected intimacy of the moment and the lingering memory of my dream. This was Nico's brother. So why did his gentle care make my chest feel tight with something that wasn't gratitude? The sound of the elevator arriving broke the spell between us. Salvatore straightened immediately, his expression returning to its usual controlled mask.

He's going to kill him, he’s going to kill my brother. “Wait!” i cry, my heart shattering, I'm going to have to choose, and i don’t want to. How do you choose between the man you have fallen for and your brother?

The only thing I wanted at that time was to stay away as far as I could. "Please let me explain," Arnold begged. "Never mind Arnold, you are no longer my brother," I stated, swallowing hard before adding. "To me, you are dead."

My world was collapsing, but one thing was clear, I would never give up on Sebastian. I turned sharply to the police officer lingering nearby. He flinched. “How did he fall?” The officer swallowed. “What do you mean?” I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing. “You know exactly what I mean. How the hell did my brother fall from that height?”

I affirmed. "But, what really happened?" "Are you sure you want to hear the truth?" He asked with a skeptical look on his face, that only piqued my curiosity. I nodded. With the release of a long breath, he began while I listened with rapt attention. "As you heard, I got into an accident about twenty five years ago. I had a major fall out with my brother that resulted in him threatening my life, I ignored his words, brushed them off as empty threats..." He let out a humourless chuckle and continued.

His green eyes watch me as I step closer to me and the smile he gives me could only be described as angelic. “Hello, baby sister. I’m glad to finally meet you” his voice is deep and innocent. I stare at him confused because I don’t have an elder brother but then it hits me. “Mason?” I ask him, shocked. He nods his head and within minutes I’m in his arms hugging him and crying because I finally met. Mace was my big brother, he had been born around six years before me but when he was one he had gotten a cold out of nowhere and had never recovered.

The lobby grew cold at her words, people eyeing each other but not daring to utter a word because of how vocal Jada was with her threat. A proud smile crossed Phillip's face. He was only ten years older than Jada, so he could relate to her so much, and his grin grew mischief as he thought, 'If my older brother were alive, he would be scolding the hell out of both of us. But since he's not here, I will back you in any way I can... I miss him a lot, Jada.'

Tell me why I can't fall for him? He's Lucian Archer, a certified playboy and your brother. I almost forgot. "Why? Just a tacky necklace", I shot back before I could stop myself. Tears brimmed my eyes immediately. I was angry at myself for being so vulnerable, moved by a piece of jewelry. But this could keep me safe. He's just trying to make me fall for him. I tuned out the voice in my head and faced him squarely. I didn't mean to be rude, but my emotions are riling up. Is he doing this on purpose? Doing little things that would melt my heart and make me fall for him! Who the hell does he think he is?!

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”