Novel & Cerita I Took The Fall For My Brother

"Hem ... I guess you do live in a palace, but sorry I don't know where that place is." "Yes, no problem. Eh yeah, I fell on your brother earlier, right? Is he alright? " "Yes, he's fine. Don't mind he, he really is like that! Sorry, because we practiced here you fell from the tree. Are you alright? Falling from the top of the tree hurts! " I smiled sweetly at Kazexian, then said "It's okay, anyway I fell on your brother. So I am not sick. This is just a coincidence and not your fault! "

His gaze moved over my face like he was searching for fingerprints — trying to figure out who left me this wrecked. I knew what he would think if I told him the truth. That his brother had done this. And I couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. So I forced a smile. A weak, pathetic one. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart in your hallway like this.” He stood up slowly and offered his hand. “Come on,” he said. “You shouldn’t be here.” I hesitated. Then I took it. His grip was warm. Steady. And I hated how comforted I felt by that. I wasn’t sure what that said about me — needing the hand of one brother to pull me out of the hell left by another.

The moment the door slammed behind me, everything inside me snapped. My chest burned. My vision blurred. I stumbled to the nearest empty bench in the hallway and dropped onto it…hard. The sobs came fast. Ugly. Loud. Uncontrolled. My brother hit me. Because of her. Because of that girl lying in that bed like some helpless porcelain doll while my entire family was shattering piece by piece. I pressed both hands to my face, fingers shaking so violently they didn’t feel like mine. Kristoff wouldn’t do something like this.

As far as he knows, I'm just the random witch doctor/probable charlatan who is here to exploit his father's illness for money. What am I supposed to do, waltz up to him and say, "Hey, Marcus, I know you don't know me, but I squatted outside your father's secretary's office and overheard your brother and sister plotting to frame you for embezzlement to make your dad hate you and kick you out of the line of succession"?

If any man dares to break your heart, I will kill him. I'd taken that as a joke and his protectiveness for me. Even now it made me smile. "What do I do Brother, I think I'm falling In love with someone but I know he won't love me back. Maybe I should have listened to you, maybe I never should have fallen in love, but one can never tell the heart what to do, and mine is hopelessly and madly falling for Vincent Morano." My brother's eyes looked back at me in the picture.

my brother? The oxygen I tried to draw back into my lungs seemed to disappear, to vanish from the room as if his words sucked every last drop of it from the cold chilling air surrounding us. My chest tightened with agitation, my jaw clenched and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block all of it. But my brain, my brain was teetering right on the edge of that fucking cliff. Brother. The word yet again repeated itself. And like that, just like that, I fell off that cliff, and I knew, no, I was sure, that this time,

He patted on my shoulder and said. " I failed as a brother, I could not protect my sister. I was not there when she needed me the most... I tried to protect her, but I could not even see that my friend was trying to hurt her. I want to kill him... Even after looking at those pics, I understand that nothing happened between two of you, but how would I explain it to the man she is going to get married. I seriously failed as a brother... Big time... " I was so depressed.

They fell to heir deaths and I turn to Felix, giving him a small nod. I did it for my brother.

A boot on my throat had me seeing visions of Vanessa, a flickering haze of blue eyes and chocolate hair. “Get out of here. You and your brother are on thin fucking ice.” I lay on my back, in the literal gutter and tried to breathe through what felt like at least two broken ribs. In the final furlong of the race I had fallen. Every penny taken from me, every chance of offering anything to Vanessa ruined. I tried to pick myself up from the floor, but the sheer hopelessness of my situation rendered me numb. My brother, curse my idiotic, blundering fool of a brother to steal this chance from me once again.

“Get rid of that.” “You got duped, Man!” Tears roll out of my eyes. My shirt is drenched with my sweat. My brother is clinging on my back. The gold stick is broken in my hand. I am trying my best to hold my pee. “I told you to date only normal people.”