I Took The Fall For My Brother Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My dad passed away a year ago in an accident, so the gifts purchased for me meant the world to me. With that, I inhaled a chunk of air and began running as if I had gone crazy, and abruptly I crashed into someone. Instantly, I lost my balance and felt my ankle twist and tried to grip something to hold myself up, but I ended up falling with a thud. To my surprise, I didn't feel the pain I anticipated. With a frown dancing on my face, I involuntarily stroked my hands on the hard surface beneath me. I thought it was weird because I heard a loud heartbeat.

They even gave him my name. He was Julian, and I was simply John—taken straight from John Doe, the placeholder that the police had used for me when I was first rescued. My return was unwelcome. Instead, it brought only unease for Julian, so much so that he broke an arm just to frame me. Dad pushed me down the stairs and glared down at me. "You've only just come back, and you're already bullying Julian. You should've just died out there!" My sister, Jessica Gomez, helped Julian up tenderly while berating me with a cold expression. "You're just a cripple. How could you belong in our family?"

“If you want to pretend last night didn’t happen, I’ll follow your lead.” I stared at him. “Could you?” “No,” he said. “But I could try for you.” A small, sad laugh escaped me. “Don’t,” I said. “Don’t try to be something for me that you’re not.” “All right,” he said. “Then I won’t.” We passed a sign for the city. The closer we drew, the colder my hands felt. The mansion was not a home; it was a case I never fit. And now it held more than fear. It held a man I had betrayed with his brother’s mouth.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

“Yes.” He studied my face quietly. “You’re either very brave,” he said slowly. “Or very foolish.” I crossed my arms slightly. “Or maybe I just needed a job.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “After what happened with my brother?” The words stung. “What happened with your brother,” I said carefully, “wasn’t my fault.” For the first time, something sharp flashed in his expression. “You expect me to believe that?” I held his gaze. “You don’t have to believe anything.”

“So just ask for my help, wifey. Ask me to be your teacher.” If I’m being honest, I already knew he was offering himself. I should shake my head right now, tell him no, and shut this down completely. But I don’t. I lie there frozen, chest heaving, our bodies so close I can feel the heat radiating from him. My mind spins with the dangerous possibility. Would real experience actually make my writing better? And not with just anyone… but with my ex’s older brother. I squeeze my eyes shut as I imagine the judgment. The whispers, the fingers pointing at me, calling me a slut and a desperate bitch for sleeping with the other Hart brother.

because it was the truth that I was unwilling to admit. The majority said that Marco and I weren't suitable for each other, that I was too stable, too grounded, to be with an entitled heir like him. I had wanted to prove them all wrong, I had loved Marco, ignored the whispers. I had chosen him, over and over. He forgot birthdays, he forgot special occasions and like always, I defended him, covered him up, and now, as his elder brother's words cut through the air, something cracked within me, and I felt like my world was swinging.

"Do you want to drag our arrangement into open court? Explain to a judge how you approached your brother-in-law to father a child you planned to pass off as your paralyzed husband's? Describe in detail the lies you've told, the deceptions you've maintained, the fraud you've committed against your own family?" I couldn't breathe. The hospital room seemed to be closing in around me, the walls pressing closer with each passing second. "I didn't... I never meant..." "You never meant for any of this to happen. I know. None of them ever do." He straightened, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with casual precision. "But here we are. And here we will stay until I decide otherwise." "You're a monster."

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

"You see, don't you? I did it all for you, Clarissa. All of this was for you." "No, this wasn't for me," I say, shaking my head. My eyes fill with tears and my throat's half choked with sorrow. Rattled men make mistakes. So this is finally the story of how my brother died. A half-crazy boy planted a bomb under a mafia Don's car and screwed up the fuse trigger. That's all, just a stupid mistake from a stupid, misguided teenager, and the ripples of that explosion continue on through the years, still ruining lives.