Reborn? Screw The Brothers Who Left Me To Burn — I Found a Better Man, RIP Losers - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"James..."
Sylvia stepped back, clutching her chest, tears streaming in a steady flow.
"Enough!" David grabbed his brother’s sleeve. "Apologize to Sylvie now!"
James kept his gaze locked on her. "You know it—if I want to kill you, no one can stop me, not even my brother."
"James!" David snapped, a sharp warning.
Sylvia suddenly turned, snatching the gun from his waist and pressing it to her throat.
She pulled the trigger without hesitation.
James froze.
David lunged forward. "Sylvie!"
He wrenched the gun away, sending it clattering to the carpet, but a crimson line already marred Sylvia’s pale neck. She still strained for the weapon.
"Let go! If only my death will prove it—then let me die with Anya!"
David held her wrists in a vice grip, glaring at James.
"Aren’t you going to apologize?!"
Sylvia’s tear-blurred eyes found James.
"James, if I laid my heart bare, would you believe me even a little?"
Watching blood trickle down her collarbone, James finally moved.
He dropped to one knee, pulling her into his arms.
"I was a fool..."
His voice was raw.
Sylvia trembled in his embrace, nails digging deep into his back. He didn’t flinch, only held her tighter. Until her sobs faded into exhaustion.
David’s tense shoulders relaxed. Seeing how tightly his brother clung to her, a shadow flickered in his eyes.
In a dim private club, I watched Olsen Group’s plummeting stock on the screen, tapping a crystal glass lightly.
"Quite the handiwork, Mr. Quinn. The Olsen ship will sink soon enough."
Ronan Quinn chuckled.
"Underestimated you, Miss Olsen. So ruthless even with family."
"Hardly family, Mr. Quinn. Family is overrated these days."
That day I begged for help—Father and Uncle weren’t truly too busy. For Sylvia’s events, they always cleared their schedules. They saw my call and deliberately ignored it.
Ronan’s spy in the ballroom confirmed as much. To Father, I was always disposable. Uncle even stole my credit to secure his board seat.
"Lucky you swapped Sylvia’s kidnappers, Mr. Quinn. Otherwise, I’d have lost my legs for real."
Ronan arched a brow. "Just a little something."
"Though... you’ve been digging into Quinn’s overseas funds?"
My fingers tightened around the glass. His scarred cheek hardened; he leaned in, gripping my jaw. Not rough, but suffocating.
"Stick to the deal. Focus on Olsen. Meddle elsewhere, and I’ll end you—for real this time."
Breath caught, I smiled, brushing his wrist.
"Of course, Ronan. We’re perfect partners, after all."
He froze, releasing me.
"Doctors say your legs can heal. Surgery next week."
I blinked. As he turned, I spoke up.
"Your scars... they might be fixable too."
He paused.
"You care about my looks?"
"Just a thought, never mind," I hurried to say.
He stared long, then slammed the door and left.
Sylvia stepped back, clutching her chest, tears streaming in a steady flow.
"Enough!" David grabbed his brother’s sleeve. "Apologize to Sylvie now!"
James kept his gaze locked on her. "You know it—if I want to kill you, no one can stop me, not even my brother."
"James!" David snapped, a sharp warning.
Sylvia suddenly turned, snatching the gun from his waist and pressing it to her throat.
She pulled the trigger without hesitation.
James froze.
David lunged forward. "Sylvie!"
He wrenched the gun away, sending it clattering to the carpet, but a crimson line already marred Sylvia’s pale neck. She still strained for the weapon.
"Let go! If only my death will prove it—then let me die with Anya!"
David held her wrists in a vice grip, glaring at James.
"Aren’t you going to apologize?!"
Sylvia’s tear-blurred eyes found James.
"James, if I laid my heart bare, would you believe me even a little?"
Watching blood trickle down her collarbone, James finally moved.
He dropped to one knee, pulling her into his arms.
"I was a fool..."
His voice was raw.
Sylvia trembled in his embrace, nails digging deep into his back. He didn’t flinch, only held her tighter. Until her sobs faded into exhaustion.
David’s tense shoulders relaxed. Seeing how tightly his brother clung to her, a shadow flickered in his eyes.
In a dim private club, I watched Olsen Group’s plummeting stock on the screen, tapping a crystal glass lightly.
"Quite the handiwork, Mr. Quinn. The Olsen ship will sink soon enough."
Ronan Quinn chuckled.
"Underestimated you, Miss Olsen. So ruthless even with family."
"Hardly family, Mr. Quinn. Family is overrated these days."
That day I begged for help—Father and Uncle weren’t truly too busy. For Sylvia’s events, they always cleared their schedules. They saw my call and deliberately ignored it.
Ronan’s spy in the ballroom confirmed as much. To Father, I was always disposable. Uncle even stole my credit to secure his board seat.
"Lucky you swapped Sylvia’s kidnappers, Mr. Quinn. Otherwise, I’d have lost my legs for real."
Ronan arched a brow. "Just a little something."
"Though... you’ve been digging into Quinn’s overseas funds?"
My fingers tightened around the glass. His scarred cheek hardened; he leaned in, gripping my jaw. Not rough, but suffocating.
"Stick to the deal. Focus on Olsen. Meddle elsewhere, and I’ll end you—for real this time."
Breath caught, I smiled, brushing his wrist.
"Of course, Ronan. We’re perfect partners, after all."
He froze, releasing me.
"Doctors say your legs can heal. Surgery next week."
I blinked. As he turned, I spoke up.
"Your scars... they might be fixable too."
He paused.
"You care about my looks?"
"Just a thought, never mind," I hurried to say.
He stared long, then slammed the door and left.
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