Chapter 34
‘Hey, newbie. Come with me. You have a visitor.”
I blinked in confusion.
A visitor?
But this prison didn’t allow visits.
I glanced at Fox, who looked just as puzzled as I did.
“Move it! I don’t have all day.”
The guard grumbled impatiently, grabbing my arm tightly like I might try to run.
His grip was firm–almost painful–making it clear I had no choice.
My heart pounded.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
I cast one last look at Fox, hoping he’d have some kind of answer–some way out.
But all I saw was his tense expression and clenched fists, like he was holding back something he couldn’t say.
I didn’t want to go, but I had no choice.
The guard dragged me down the hallway, and with each step, the feeling that something bad was about to happen only grew stronger.
We followed a long corridor to an isolated room.
As soon as the door opened, my body froze.
David.
My brother.
A jolt ran down my spine.
My stomach turned.
The guard shoved me inside.
“Twenty minutes,” he said dryly before closing the door behind him.
I stood still, trying to process what was happening.
David was there–legs crossed, a smug smile playing on his lips.
‘Hello, little brother.”
His tone was casual, but it cut like a blade wrapped in mockery.
‘I had to spend a fortune to see you. So, how’s it been? Have a lot of guys fucked you yet?”
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A cruel laugh burst from his mouth, echoing through the small room–poisonous and soaked in sadiem.
Rage exploded in my chest like dynamite.
Hatred surged through my veins, making my muscles tense.
My fists clenched until my knuckles cracked.
“What do you want, David?”
My voice was low, tight, and ready to break.
“Did you come here just to mock my misery?”
He leaned forward across the table, savoring every second.
“Of course.”
There was a wicked glint in his eyes.
“That orange uniform suits you. The perfect little brother–now just a worthless abuser rotting where you belong.
I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the storm building inside me.
“You know damn well I never touched Sabrina!”
My voice cracked slightly with frustration and fury.
“That was your plan. A trap to ruin me.”
He smiled even wider, cruel and satisfied.
“Looks like you finally got it.”
The lump in my throat tightened. My chest rose and fell rapidly as my breathing faltered.
My eyes burned, but I refused to blink–refused to show him a single sign of weakness.
“Why?”
The word came out drenched in pain.
“I always tried to be a good brother. I wanted you to see me as family. What did I ever do to deserve this? Was it jealousy? Hatred?”
He shrugged like my pain meant nothing.
“I just hate you, Elijah.”
His casual tone shattered something inside me.
“The perfect son. The perfect life. And me? I was always the shadow. The forgotten firstborn. The stares, the praise, the smiles from our parents… they were always for you. And me? Nothing.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips–dry and laced with disbelief.
“And that’s my fault?”
“Of course it is!”
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“No, it fucking isn’t!‘
1 exploded, my voice echoing through the room.
You want someone to blame? Blame
parents! I was just a kid, for fuck’s sake! I always tried to be close to you! I always tried to share everything Khali
And what did I get? Your contempt! Your hatred! A hatred that was never mine to carry?
My breathing was tagged, my body trembling with rage and frustration.
“You destroyed my life because you were too much of a coward to blame the ones who deserved it. And now? I’m locked up. Did that fix anything? Did our parents finally give you what you wanted?”
His jaw tightened.
His fists trembled on the table.
“Judging by your silence, I already know the answer.”
I let out a bitter laugh, bile rising in my throat.
“Nothing changed, did it?”
His silence was confirmation enough.
“I was leaving, David. I was getting out of that shitty town. You would’ve had our parents all to yourself. But instead of accepting that, you chose to destroy
me.”
My eyes burned, and this time I couldn’t hold back the tears.
“You didn’t have to do this to me. Neither of you did. Not you. Not Sabrina.”
He smiled, eyes glinting with something sick and twisted.
“Maybe I never got our parents‘ love. But you know what I did get?”
He leaned forward slightly, his voice ice–cold.
“The pleasure of watching you suffer.”
The blood in my veins ran cold.
My heart clenched in my chest.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
