The brothers who fought for me (by Levi Bennett) novel Chapter 5

**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**

Juliette’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and chaos, drowning in a sea of unanswered questions. The disorienting haze that enveloped her made it impossible to focus on anything clearly.

When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself nestled in the sterile confines of a hospital bed, the faint beeping of machines surrounding her like a haunting lullaby.

As she dared to move her arm, a searing pain shot through her, igniting every nerve ending with a fierce intensity. It was a reminder of her fragility, a stark contrast to the strength she often prided herself on.

A nurse, cheerful and efficient, entered the room to change her bandages. With a warm smile, she said, “Ms. Sullivan, you’re awake! Your husband just stepped out to settle the bill. You should have seen him—he rushed in here, cradling you in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the world. He was visibly shaken.”

With that, she pushed her cart out, leaving Juliette alone with her swirling thoughts.

Juliette couldn’t help but twitch her lips into a semblance of a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. Her mind was flooded with the echoes of the words she had heard just before slipping into unconsciousness, words that now felt like daggers piercing her heart.

Suddenly, the phone resting on the nightstand vibrated, breaking her reverie. She instinctively reached for it, thinking it might be hers, but upon picking it up, she realized it was Ezekiel’s phone.

Her heart raced as she scrolled through the group chat messages displayed on the screen.

“Ezzie, when you suddenly dashed in to save Juliette, we thought you finally had a soft spot!” one message read, teasingly.

Another chimed in, “Gio mentioned he was planning to have Juliette’s hand burned to get back at Leila for her injury. You can’t let him outshine you!”

Ezekiel’s response was terse yet revealing: “I know what I’m doing.”

The next message struck her like a thunderbolt: “Juliette didn’t choose me back then. I still owe her. Saving her was merely to ensure no one else could touch her. The thought of being with her makes me feel nauseous. You know who truly holds my heart.”

The conversation continued, revealing a dark undercurrent of possessiveness and jealousy. “Back then, tussling with Giovanni over Juliette was just a game. But after meeting Leila, I’ve finally grasped what real love feels like.”

“But Leila is drawn to my brother. He can offer her everything she desires. As long as she’s content, I can accept that.”

“Regardless, having Juliette around is enough to satisfy my needs. I can do whatever I please with her.”

The group erupted in laughter, their replies peppered with emojis, as if they were discussing a mere object rather than a living, breathing person.

“When you’re done with her, let the rest of us have a turn. That body of hers, perfectly curvy… just thinking about her makes my mouth water.”

Ezekiel’s response came swiftly, “Sure.”

Juliette felt as though her heart had been ripped from her chest, leaving a gaping wound that throbbed with pain.

With trembling hands, she placed the phone back on the nightstand, biting her lip until she tasted blood, tears pooling in her eyes despite her desperate attempts to hold them back.

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In Leilani’s latest post, the real Giovanni was delicately applying medicine to her finger with a cotton swab, his expression tender and affectionate.

The caption read, “Just a small burn, but someone worried so much that he flew me across countries to see the best skin doctors. I really can’t do anything about him. Looks like I can’t live without him for the rest of my life~”

Juliette felt a bitter irony wash over her, remembering how Ezekiel had rushed out moments before.

She couldn’t bear to wait for him to return. Instead, she took matters into her own hands, signing her discharge papers and leaving the hospital behind.

Once she stepped into the familiarity of her home, the first task she set for herself was to gather every single item that belonged to Ezekiel.

The house had been a wedding gift from him, a symbol of their union, but she was no fool; she wouldn’t walk away from the impending divorce empty-handed.

So when that day arrived, the only thing she would leave behind would be those worthless men who had caused her so much pain.

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**Chapter 6**

**Chapter 6**