Chapter 64
My younger brother Brayden asked to meet me alone.
And yeah–it was about Lila.
I was honestly surprised.
Even though they’re the “real” siblings by blood, both of them only ever cared about money.
Lila’s body was falling apart.
Nobody gave a damn except Mom.
Brayden.
Dad’s “golden boy,” the so–called heir of the family.
The same kid who, when he was barely thirteen, got scammed out of all our savings.
Forced Dad into debt.
He’s the reason Dad decided to trade me off to Rick for cash.
And the genius idea? That was Brayden’s too. This content belongs to
He asked where I wanted to meet.
I picked the rooftop of this run–down apartment building.
Fresh air. And it was free.
“Big sis, you know how much Lila’s pulling in lately p>
That was the first thing out of his mouth.
So yeah–it was about money.
Lila’s greedy, but she won’t share.
Brayden must’ve hit a wall and came fishing from me.
He showed up in a white tee and ripped jeans, cigarette dangling from his lips, blowing smoke rings with that angry–boy attitude of his
I smiled, cutting straight to it.
“What, lost another hand at poker p>
Brayden’s been hooked on gambling ever since he turned eighteen.
I’d bailed him out more times than I can count.
But he never changed. Always hungry for more,
He spat smoke in my face, no need for words.
After a beat, he muttered, “Not exactly p>
I tilted my head.
“Then what? ”
00:20
I Came Back Cold. But I’m the One Burning Them Down
82.19
Chapter 10
He flicked his cigarette butt, grinding it into the concrete.
His eyes crawled all over me.
“Look, we’re not even blood related.
Why let that old creep Rick have you, when your little brother could take a turn first p>
It took me a full second to realize what he meant.
The bastard was actually serious.
A filthy animal, thinking with nothing but his dick.
He used to sneak into my room at night, jerking off to porn, acting like the whole house was his kingdom.
I was too stupid back then to connect the dots.
Now I see it–his perversion was always right there.
Disgust shivered through me, goosebumps all over.
But fear? No.
Not after I’d already clawed my way back from death.
So I softened my voice.
“Sure. But step closer first p>
His eyes lit up, thinking he was about to score.
He swaggered forward a few steps, smirking.
“ I’m here. Now what? ”
I backed away slowly, spreading my arms wide.
“Oh, I get it,” he laughed.
“You want me to run into your arms p>
“Cute. Guess your little brother can play along p>
He brushed his hair back, leaned against the rooftop railing, arms open like some movie scene.
Ready to pounce,
Then–crack.
The rusty railing snapped.
Brayden, railing and all, tumbled ten stories down.
His scream tore through the night, then vanished.
No cameras up here.
No witnesses.
I lowered my hands, a smile curling wider across my face.
“Brayden, your memory really is trash.
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Chapter 10
How could you forget this spot’s been rotting for years? ”
You filthy little bastard.
Now you can rot in hell.
Don’t worry, though.
Your darling sister Lila p>
She’ll be joining you soon.
Sara Lili
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.