MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN
"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire."
The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn’t even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother’s best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king.
He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart.
But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom.
The crushing realization hit harder than any blow f