Betrayed by Blood, Saved by Another

That fake heiress Tiffany accused me of stealing her jewelry.

My brother Ryan hired top lawyers and got me locked up.

I did three years behind bars, labeled a thief.

When I finally walked out, Ryan was there—eyes bloodshot, reaching for me.

“Have you learned your lesson? Let’s go home.”

But I stepped back, didn’t even let him touch me.

Because inside, I found a new brother—someone who truly had my back.

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Brandon's eyes flickered with surprise when I avoided him.

But his hand didn't retract; instead, it reached out again, swift and firm, trying to pull me closer.