Fiancée's Betrayal, I'll Crash Her Empire By Dawn - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Cyril's POV
The car door flew open and out stepped a woman with kind eyes but urgent movements. "Cyril, sweetheart, are you hurt?" she demanded, scanning me head to toe. "Tell me that gold-digging witch didn't lay a finger on you."
My sister's hands trembled as she inspected me for injuries before finally exhaling in relief. "God, I should've gotten here hours ago. I can't believe I let those snakes treat you this way."
When I met her worried gaze, everything came pouring out. "Sis... I screwed up big time," I choked out. "I just want to go home. I miss Mom and Dad so much..."
She wrapped me in a warm embrace, her voice gentle but firm. "You're safe now, little brother. I'm taking you home where you belong. And that forced engagement nonsense? Consider it canceled - no one pressures a Martin."
For the first time in years, I stopped pretending to be strong and just held on tight, breathing in that familiar big-sister protection.
Just then, security marched Shirley and Digby out of the building. Shirley's jaw dropped when she spotted Tiffany. "No way... Tiffany Martin? The Martin family heiress?!"
My sister's expression turned arctic. "That's right, Shirley. And you just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life by targeting my baby brother. Hope prison orange is your color."
Shirley went sheet-white. "Miss Martin, please! This is all just a huge misunderstanding!" she babbled, suddenly finding her manners. "I had no idea he was your-"
"Misunderstanding?" Tiffany cut her off with a vicious laugh. "Let me spell it out for you. You cheated. You used him. You built your little empire on his connections. Then you threw him away like trash and humiliated him publicly. And now you want to play dumb?"
Shirley dropped to her knees, desperation oozing from every pore. "I'll make it right! I'll marry Cyril properly! I'll even... even terminate this pregnancy and sign over my company as dowry!"
Tiffany's laughter turned downright predatory. "Marry into the Martins? Sweetheart, you couldn't afford the silverware. You're not even in our league."
When Shirley realized my sister wasn't budging, she turned those crocodile tears on me. "Cyril, baby, remember all our good times? Please, give me another chance..."
I looked at the woman who'd nearly destroyed me and spoke calmly. "Did our 'good times' matter when you were pushing me toward suicide, Shirley? If I weren't a Martin, your lies would've ruined me completely."
Without another word, I got in the car. As we pulled away, I didn't even glance back.
When we reached the family estate, my parents were already waiting on the front steps. Mom rushed forward the second she saw me, tears streaming down her face as she crushed me in a hug. "My sweet boy... what did they do to you?"
Even Dad, normally so composed, looked shaken as he gripped my shoulder. "Why didn't you come to us sooner? No one treats a Martin this way and gets away with it."
I buried my face in Mom's shoulder, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry... I was too proud to ask for help."
Dad's usual sternness melted away. "What's done is done. But from now on? You've got the entire Martin empire behind you."
Tiffany flashed her trademark confident smile. "Relax, everyone. I took care of everything - Shirley's finished, the online smear campaign is erased, and Cyril's name is cleared. Those trolls won't dare whisper another word."
For the first time in months, I finally felt like I could breathe again.
The car door flew open and out stepped a woman with kind eyes but urgent movements. "Cyril, sweetheart, are you hurt?" she demanded, scanning me head to toe. "Tell me that gold-digging witch didn't lay a finger on you."
My sister's hands trembled as she inspected me for injuries before finally exhaling in relief. "God, I should've gotten here hours ago. I can't believe I let those snakes treat you this way."
When I met her worried gaze, everything came pouring out. "Sis... I screwed up big time," I choked out. "I just want to go home. I miss Mom and Dad so much..."
She wrapped me in a warm embrace, her voice gentle but firm. "You're safe now, little brother. I'm taking you home where you belong. And that forced engagement nonsense? Consider it canceled - no one pressures a Martin."
For the first time in years, I stopped pretending to be strong and just held on tight, breathing in that familiar big-sister protection.
Just then, security marched Shirley and Digby out of the building. Shirley's jaw dropped when she spotted Tiffany. "No way... Tiffany Martin? The Martin family heiress?!"
My sister's expression turned arctic. "That's right, Shirley. And you just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life by targeting my baby brother. Hope prison orange is your color."
Shirley went sheet-white. "Miss Martin, please! This is all just a huge misunderstanding!" she babbled, suddenly finding her manners. "I had no idea he was your-"
"Misunderstanding?" Tiffany cut her off with a vicious laugh. "Let me spell it out for you. You cheated. You used him. You built your little empire on his connections. Then you threw him away like trash and humiliated him publicly. And now you want to play dumb?"
Shirley dropped to her knees, desperation oozing from every pore. "I'll make it right! I'll marry Cyril properly! I'll even... even terminate this pregnancy and sign over my company as dowry!"
Tiffany's laughter turned downright predatory. "Marry into the Martins? Sweetheart, you couldn't afford the silverware. You're not even in our league."
When Shirley realized my sister wasn't budging, she turned those crocodile tears on me. "Cyril, baby, remember all our good times? Please, give me another chance..."
I looked at the woman who'd nearly destroyed me and spoke calmly. "Did our 'good times' matter when you were pushing me toward suicide, Shirley? If I weren't a Martin, your lies would've ruined me completely."
Without another word, I got in the car. As we pulled away, I didn't even glance back.
When we reached the family estate, my parents were already waiting on the front steps. Mom rushed forward the second she saw me, tears streaming down her face as she crushed me in a hug. "My sweet boy... what did they do to you?"
Even Dad, normally so composed, looked shaken as he gripped my shoulder. "Why didn't you come to us sooner? No one treats a Martin this way and gets away with it."
I buried my face in Mom's shoulder, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry... I was too proud to ask for help."
Dad's usual sternness melted away. "What's done is done. But from now on? You've got the entire Martin empire behind you."
Tiffany flashed her trademark confident smile. "Relax, everyone. I took care of everything - Shirley's finished, the online smear campaign is erased, and Cyril's name is cleared. Those trolls won't dare whisper another word."
For the first time in months, I finally felt like I could breathe again.
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