Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 172

Loving The Better Brother

Chapter 172 Evil

ARDEN

This woman, really.

Finished

I thought she’d screamed her last, stomped her foot, and left the balcony in a huff, just like she always did when things didn’t go her way. However, it seemed she sensed my presence, because she stayed.

“What the heck?” I gasped as she yanked me backward, hard enough that my feet stumbled over themselves.

“You’re not satisfied being an attention whore, and now you’re eavesdropping on Jaxon and me?”

I sighed and gripped her wrist. “I was on the balcony first. If you don’t want anyone overhearing your fights, maybe you shouldn’t do it in public.”

She bit her lip in frustration and seized me by the hair, dragging me across the hall like a rag doll.

“Let go of me!” I yelled, clawing at her hand.

But she was stronger than I had anticipated, powered by something far more nefarious than mere rage— pure obsession, perhaps.

I tried to dig my heels in, but she was already shoving open a door near the bathroom wing. The room smelled like barf and sweat, mixed with a chemical cleaner that didn’t quite do the job.

Sienna finally let me go, shooting me a glare that could have melted steel.

“You really think you’re the best now, huh?” she snapped, cornering me against the wall.

I straightened my posture and casually brushed my hair back with my fingers. “What is your problem?”

“You’re my problem!” she hissed.

I was done with this woman.

“What have I ever done to you, Sienna?”

“You were the better one between the two of us! Back in high school, you were popular. You had followers, friends other than me. Meanwhile, you were the only friend I had!”

“Your parents actually cared about you. And now you have Jaxon. You’re with my mate, and I don’t give a damn about what you do with him. So what the heck do you want from me?!”

“You think I have him?” Her voice cracked, brittle and ugly. “I don’t. You do. Even now.”

I stepped forward, challenging her stance. “No, Sienna. What you really want is someone to blame for your own emptiness.”

“I want you to leave,” she growled through gritted teeth.

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“What?”

Finmhed

“I want you gone,” she spa “Removed. Forgotten. Treated like a piece of disposable trash. Until that happens. I’m not going to shut up. And now that you’re factionless…”

She leaned in, eyes filled with rage. “I will exploit that. I’ll make sure every last person here knows you’re nothing.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

This wasn’t just anger. She was downright insane. She wasn’t thinking straight. Or maybe she was–and that was the scarier part.

I slowly scanned the room, trying to conceal my plan to escape.

That was when I spotted a familiar item sitting on the edge of a utility sink. A barf bag.

I glanced at it once and then back to her.

This is what she deserves.

“You really think you can scare me?” I whispered, a daring smile creeping onto my face.

She smirked, confident. “I already have.”

I smiled sweetly back at her. “Good. Then this won’t come as a surprise.”

I grabbed the barf bag and, without a second thought, hurled it straight at her face.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Sienna shrieked.

It splattered all over her hair, down her neck, and onto her silk top.

She screamed again, a high–pitched, throat–shredding wail.

I didn’t stick around for anything worse to occur.

I shoved the door open and bolted, nearly tripping on the uneven tile. My breath burned in my throat, but I didn’t stop. The moment I burst into the chaos of the party, Sienna’s shriek faded into the background.

And with that, I couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. She definitely deserved that.

*****

The mansion’s corridors had emptied. The music and laughter slowly receded into silence. Broken beer bottles and bits of confetti littered the floor, surrounded by the students tasked with cleaning up the aftermath. Most students had migrated to their own homes, and the After Sound was in full swing again, with people filming their sexual endeavors and amassing points like it was a game.

With cleaning nearly completed, I had told Tessa and Owen to head home, insisting I’d nearly finished the cleanup myself.

I was working alongside a few others–mostly those caught cutting in line or skipping classes. One guy I

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vaguely recognized, Trevor, Kieran’s friend, kept casting glances my way.

Well, that was my cue to go home.

I gathered the last bits of trash from my area into a bag before attempting to locate my belongings. However, just as I was about to leave, a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

“Seriously?” I hissed, yanking it back. “Let go

He tightened his grip.

Finished

“Trevor,” he smiled–a predator’s smile. He leaned in closer under the dim light. “Your brother, Kieran’s friend. Remember? I used to come to your house all the time. You were pretty even back then.”

Cold dread shot through me. This was not going to be a casual chat.

I tried to pull away, but suddenly, more figures emerged–Kieran, Sienna, and a couple of others from the West. Sienna had changed into a new set of clothes, but the murderous look in her eyes was unmistakably familiar.

I spun around, trying to bolt, but Sienna coldly grabbed me from the other side.

“Not so fast,” she hissed.

My mouth opened to scream, but I didn’t get a sound out. Kieran stepped forward, brandishing a tiny bottle–something clear with a silver cap.

“Don’t fight it,” he said. “Trust us. You want to be good for something, right? Then, be good to Trevor.”

He pried open my jaw and tipped something clear on my tongue.

I fought, spitting it out.

“No! No-” My voice cracked.

Trevor laughed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

They forced my mouth open again-

And dumped it down my throat. Warm, bitter fluid coated my tongue.

The world instantaneously spun, and terrors flared in my mind.

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