Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 76

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A loan? That’s beyond messed up. Are you even my sister?” Brendan’s face darkened. He shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, his chin jutting sut, settling into an arrogant, challenging stance that screamed, You’ve crossed

me,

now what?

This man–child, coddled by their mother since birth, had long grown accustomed to the world revolving around him.

Growing up, under the weight of their mother’s blatant favoritism and intimidating rage, Aubrey had been forced to concede to him on everything, ndulging his every whim.

the stopped letting anyone dictate her life the moment she became independent.

Not even her own mother held sway over her; her brother was certainly no one of consequence to her.“How exactly am I being excessive?”

Brendan’s voice was full of indignant self–righteousness.“You’re my sister. I’m getting married–this is a huge deal for me! I need money, and you have

1. t. You should just give it to me, not lend it. We’re siblings; we’re supposed to help each other, support each other.”

Aubrey nodded slowly. “You’re right. Siblings should support each other. I’ll cover the bride price for your future wife myself. If it’s not enough, I’ll ven borrow more from my friends.”

Brendan’s eyes lit up.“Really?”

oy spread across Chloe’s face, her smile widening into a brilliant grin.

she’d heard from her future mother–in–law that while Brendan’s sister appeared delicate, she was cold, fiercely reserved, and difficult to get along with.

A

She never expected Aubrey to be so easy to sway, so incredibly generous, and so devoted to family.

But her happiness was short–lived, fading almost instantly.

Aubrey continued, her voice even.“Oh, right. The three–story house we built? Mom has one floor, and you and your wife will take another. The remaining floor… that’s for me.”

You’ll get Brendan froze, stunned. It took him a long moment to force out a stiff smile. “Sis, are you kidding me? Mom and Dad built that house for me. married eventually, and everyone knows a daughter who marries off is like water spilled from a cup –you don’t come back to claim your brother’s house. What kind of daughter does that?”

Oh, please. When he needed her, she was ‘dear sister.‘ The moment she asked for her share, she was ‘spilled water.‘

Family, she realized, was truly a painful double–edged sword.

Aubrey’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion.“If I get married in the future, I’ll just rent it out.”

Brendan tipped his head back, mouth open, gasping for air. Because she’d agreed to the $200,000 wedding fund, he forced himself to speak gently.“Aubrey, that’s the family home. When there’s a son, it’s always been understood that the house goes to him. Daughters don’t get a share, not traditionally, not ever.”

‘Just a moment ago, you were calling me your dear sister, saying we should help and support each other, that my money should go directly to you, not

floor.” is a loan. By the same logic, you can’t possibly use all of Mom and Dad’s house. It’s only right that I

get a

Chloe’s face was livid, her fists clenched, and her eyes, sharp as a tiger’s, glared fiercely at Aubrey.

She looked at Aubrey as if she were a malicious sister–in–law, utterly detestable.

Brendan was rendered speechless. His mind raced, but he couldn’t find a single word to refuse Aubrey’s outrageous demand, all while still wanting her to willingly give the two hundred thousand dollars for the dowry.

His eloquence was limited, his understanding even more so. After racking his brain, all he could do was scoff.

Aubrey glanced at her watch, done with his nonsense. She dropped her last shred of patience, delivering her words deliberately, each one landing like a blow:“If a relationship isn’t built on equality, it’s favoritism. If interests are involved and there’s no fairness, then it’s scheming. Please stop using family ties to guilt–trip me. I may be your sister, but I don’t owe you anything.”

Having said her piece, Aubrey turned and walked towards the subway station.

Brendan’s face was livid, darkening with fury. He jammed his hands onto his hips, pacing back and forth, and with nowhere else to vent his explosive rage, he slammed his foot into the metal railing along the sidewalk.

A second later, he was grimacing, his face contorted in pain, as he clutched his leg and hopped around frantically.

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