Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 56

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

“Sir-why don’t you have a face?!”

My sister’s voice cracked.

I twisted around. She was right. No face. No hands on the wheel either. The car was driving itself.

My panic overtook hers.

We’d been on a normal highway. Now we were pulling into a driveway I recognized. The beach house.

Reached for my sister. Empty air.

White light seared my vision.

A voice cut through.

[Host detected attempting departure. Mission incomplete. Choose: proceed or forfeit.]

Oh.

Right.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. This was a contracted job-step into someone else’s story and finish it. The original girl had woken up, realized she was fictional, and walked off the page when she fell in love outside the script.

My job? Wrap up her mess.

Back home, I’d been alone. Dying slowly in a hospital bed. They promised me a second chance if I saw this through.

But going back meant going back to that.

“I’m not leaving,”

[Compensation available regardless. Your sister completed her contract. She’s staying. Transferring her rewards to you.]

She was all I had. If she wasn’t going back, neither was I.

[All targets have reached maximum affection. You have full autonomy.]

I twisted my hands. “Even over their money?”

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The system radiated judgment.

Apparently I was the worst kind of mercenary.

Thunder split the sky. Rain came down in sheets.

Someone stood in it.

Damien. Suit clinging to him, hair plastered down. He’d been training nonstop, trying to prove himself. Looked like a saint in the storm.

Glanced left. Another figure.

Preston, soaked and shaking. Julian behind him, getting out of his car.

Looked right. Carter. Adrian.

Other window. The twins.

“Everyone just has keys to my house now?”

Sent someone out with umbrellas.

Look, I have limits.

Guard returned. Handed me eight folders.

Asset transfers. All of them.

Nearly passed out.

[They heard us. If you stay, everything’s yours.]

Clutched the papers. “That’s insane.”

[Why choose when you can have everything?]

Stared at the ceiling. “That’s not how life works.”

[What world do you think you’re in?]

Fair point.

[Did any of them actually hurt you?]

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The piano-my idea. The athlete-I started it. The artist-I asked.

[Reformed romance heroes. No violence. No crime. No cages. Just unconditional devotion. They’re written to love

you.]

Rain pounded the windows.

[Let them in. Preston’s barely legal drinking age. He’ll catch pneumonia.]

I exhaled.

“Fine.”

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