Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 67

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I stared straight at the camera, no trace of surrender in my eyes. Mud dripped down my body.

Mixed with blood, it pooled at my feet in a small puddle of dark brown water.

The dark web chat went silent for a few seconds.

[That look is vicious! She really doesn’t care if she dies!]

[Zander screwed up, didn’t he? She’s not begging at all-she’s making threats!]

[Who said she was crying? This girl’s ready to throw down!]

The laughter in the helicopter cut off abruptly.

Zander’s knuckles turned white around the radio, and he barked into the speaker.

“Lyra, don’t push your luck! Beg me now while you still can. Keep being stubborn and whatever shows up next won’t be so reasonable!”

I found him laughable. If I didn’t have wilderness survival skills, I’d already be a corpse at the bottom of this swamp.

“Zander Caldwell, you never wanted to be reasonable. You wanted me dead.”

Clover suddenly piped up. “Oh my! Lyra has no shame!”

That’s when everyone noticed-I was completely naked now.

Only the mud covering me kept me somewhat decent.

Zander’s face flushed red.

“Lyra, Kiara told me you were promiscuous by nature. I didn’t believe her, but you-”

“In front of all these people, are you trying to humiliate me?”

He didn’t care about my dignity, spitting out word after word.

“You’ve been looking for your next mark, haven’t you?”

“What, did those leeches turn you on? How disgusting.”

Rage flooded my brain. I shouted at the camera.

“Zander Caldwell, how have I wronged you in all these years?”

“Without me, you never could’ve started your company. Everyone has the right to judge me-but you? Do you?”

Five years. Even if he didn’t know I’d been quietly helping him all this time.

Even an animal would’ve learned loyalty by now.

Zander’s face twisted on screen, then he sneered coldly.

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“Help me? What have you ever given me besides that pathetic winery?”

Clover added fuel to the fire. “Zander, Lyra might be under too much stress. She’s starting to talk nonsense.”

The people in the helicopter chimed in.

“This Lyra really is tough.”

“We thought she was dying, but turns out she was faking.”

Zander was fully enraged now.

“Looks like I need to teach her a real lesson so she knows who’s really in charge!”

Clover’s voice came through the speaker, tinged with mock horror and more excitement.

“Zander, isn’t this going too far? Lyra, after all…”

Zander cut her off with a derisive laugh.

“When she sabotaged your files, when she watched your family go bankrupt with cold eyes, did she ever think it was too far?”

“Do it!”

The helicopter’s side door opened again.

A black-draped iron cage was pushed out.

It hovered less than thirty feet above me, then the bottom snapped open.

Not one-several black shapes twisted and writhed, plummeting down, splashing into the swamp around me with a series of heavy thunks, kicking up waves of murky water.

The dark web chat exploded.

[Holy crap! Are they serious?]

[Are those venomous snakes? Zander’s insane!]

[They’re really going all out? She’s dead meat now!]

[Look at her reaction!]

No one needed to point it out.

My heart nearly stopped in that instant.

The cold mud seemed to lose its chill, replaced by a bone deep, spine crawling terror.

My disgust with filth was physiological, but my fear of snakes was primal-wired into my DNA.

The snakes were clearly stunned from the fall, thrashing violently in the muddy water as they adjusted.

One of them-jet black, with a triangular head-quickly raised itself up,its cold eyes locking onto me, the only heat source, the only living thing in the swamp.

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A venomous snake!

Zander really wanted me dead!

Survival instinct overrode everything.

I threw myself backward, trying to cover my body with mud to reduce my exposed silhouette.

The movement was too abrupt. Mud surged up to my chin, the foul-smelling muck nearly flooding my nose.

Zander’s cold laugh echoed from above.

“Ha. Scared now? Where’s your germaphobia, Lyra? How’s a mud bath with snakes feel?”

The triangular head lifted slightly, tongue flicking as it swam toward me.

Its scales glinted coldly in the dim light, enough to stop your heart.

[It’s a krait! Extremely venomous!]

The dark web chat flooded with messages-some sending terrified emojis, others reveling in schadenfreude.

Zander’s voice carried a hint of tension.

“Lyra, that snake can kill you. Beg me now, and I’ll have the pilot go down and chase it away.”

“Wait any longer, and you’ll lose your chance.”

The krait came closer and closer. I could see the icy gleam in its eyes.

I slowly held my breath, body frozen in place, ignoring the leeches sucking at my calves, my gaze locked on the snake.

It stopped about three feet in front of me, head swaying slightly, as if judging whether I was a threat.

Zander’s voice crackled through the speaker, hysterical with madness.

“Lyra! Beg me! Beg and I’ll keep those things away from you!”

His voice startled the snake. It lunged straight at me.

And I had nowhere to go-my entire lower body was trapped in the mud.

Just as despair swallowed me, gunshots rang out, followed by a familiar voice.

“She doesn’t need to beg anyone!”

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