Betrayed by My Fiancé and Best Friend, My Brother Destroyed His Life for Revenge. This Time, I Refuse to Marry.

My brother is a psychopath.

He's bipolar, and when he tried to stop me from marrying my fiancé, he broke his own leg.

Later, I was murdered—betrayed by my fiancé and my best friend, who had plotted together to kill me.

On the day of my funeral, while I lay six feet under, they celebrated, laughing and planning how to spend my inheritance.

My brother, with his broken leg and all, chased them across the globe like a man possessed.

Covered in blood, he dragged their severed heads back to my grave.

He cradled my corpse, his fingers brushing my hair, and whispered softly:

"Don't worry, kiddo. Your big brother's always here."

Now I've been given a second chance.

When my fiancé wrapped his arms around me and asked me to drug my brother's water, I shoved that disgusting man away.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

"He's just a little too good at loving me."

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"Lila, all you have to do is pour this into your brother's drink."

"He'd never suspect anything from you."

"This stuff could knock out an elephant. Once he's out cold, I'll take you away tonight. Sound good?"

His fingers lightly pinched my wrist as he spoke, but my mind wasn't on him at all.

My gaze wandered past him to the shadows beneath the swaying branches of the hawthorn tree outside.

There stood my brother.

Dressed in a white button-down shirt, a chef's knife hanging loosely in one hand, he stood at the door, his expression dark and unreadable.

His eyes locked onto the two of us.

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When I fully realized I had been reborn, I was already being dragged back into the house by my brother.

In his left hand, he still held the knife. His right hand fumbled by the doorframe for something—probably rope. Not finding any, he yanked off his own tie and used it to bind my wrists.

"You're not seeing Josh again."

Josh. My fiancé. The man who had just asked me to drug my brother.

I stayed quiet, watching as my brother meticulously tied the knot. He even padded the tie with a bit of cloth so it wouldn't chafe.

"Liam," I called softly, grabbing at his fingers.

He froze for a moment. In my past life, I couldn't even stand to touch him. My gesture now threw him off for a second or two.

Then his hand pressed over my mouth.

"Shut up."

"If you so much as beg for that bastard, I'll kill him myself."

In my previous life, this was how the rift between us began.

I was blindly in love with Josh, never realizing that he and my best friend were working together to kill me for my money.

I thought he was my soulmate. I clung to him desperately, even as my brother tried to warn me that Josh wasn't who I thought he was.

But I didn't listen.

Blinded by anger, I lashed out at Liam, yelling things I can never take back.

"You're a freak, Liam! You're trying to control me like I'm some kind of prisoner!"

"Do you know why everyone in the neighborhood avoids you? It's because you're a monster!"

"I hate you! I hate that you're my brother! Why couldn't I have been born into another family?!"

I'll never forget the look in his eyes that d...