Reborn? Screw The Brothers Who Left Me To Burn — I Found a Better Man, RIP Losers - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Stumbling into the hall, the first thing I saw was guards’ bodies littering the floor—and James, gun glinting in his hand.
“Stop!” I threw myself in front of Ronan.
A cold barrel pressed to my forehead.
“Anya?”
Two voices spoke at once.
James stared, disbelieving. “You’d... die for him?” A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
I held his gaze, unflinching.
Ronan pulled me behind him; James slowly lowered the gun, turning away.
“Take her.”
“James?” I stared, shocked.
“Before I change my mind.”
Ronan kept a wary eye on him, edging me backward.
Just as we reached the door, I heard James’ voice.
“Anya.”
I paused, glancing back.
Backlit, his expression blurred.
“I can’t protect you anymore.”
I turned and left.
The second we stepped out, a gunshot rang inside. I whipped around, but Ronan covered my eyes.
“Don’t look.”
I knew. James was dead.
Ronan missed the best chance to acquire the Olsen Group. Yet when we returned, the family had already collapsed.
The Olsens had many branches. When crisis hit, everyone scrambled to save themselves, picking the group clean.
I saw Sylvia in the interrogation room.
The kidnapping? Her own plot to kill me.
She feared my talent, feared I’d stop indulging her like Uncle. So she’d tried to end me.
But she hadn’t expected Ronan to replace her men after her “rescue.”
Now convicted of kidnapping, prison awaited.
Leaving, I ran into David in the station lobby.
The once massive guy somehow seemed shrinked down a bit. He’d lost weight, eyes sunken, like he hadn’t slept in years.
Seeing me, he managed a grim smile. “My fool of a brother... died for you, in the end.”
I shot back, cold. “Not for me. He’s not worthy.”
David’s fists clenched. He stumbled away down the corridor.
Days later, I laid flowers—plucked from the garden—on James’s grave.
Ronan spoke up behind me.
“I’m getting my face fixed.”
I looked at him, surprised.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Maybe...” He nodded at the tombstone. “Then you won’t keep thinking about him.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
This is GOLDEN.
He glanced awkwardly at James’s grave. “Do you still like him?”
I laughed. “I’m just telling him that our debts are settled. Whether heaven or next life, let’s never meet again.”
Ronan’s tense shoulders relaxed. But he still booked the surgery right after.
When he unwrapped the bandages, he tried so hard to look uninterested I had to bite back a laugh.
Post-surgery, his first move? Handing me the vault keys.
“Well, Mr. Quinn trusts me that much?”
Yes, I still called him that when teasing.
“I uh, I shouldn’t have threatened you before.” He looked away, ears red. “Check the books anytime, from now on.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Awww, are you tying yourself to me for life?”
“I... you can divorce me if you want.” His voice dropped. “No pressure.”
I smiled, lacing my fingers with his. “No way in hell. Mr. Quinn’s my most important ally.”
His eyes dimmed. “Just ally?”
I leaned close, whispering. “And my sweetest fiance, darling.”
His face flushed red. “...Okay.”