C4 Debt For Love

Ethan POV

"I never loved you Ethan, your brother was my only true love, but my father wanted you and I to be together, for his relationship to grow with your father." Victoria said, lying on our bed together with my brother.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner? I love you Victoria, why did you keep this from me."

I clenched my fist as my voice began to break. A shiver paralyzed my spine down to my knees.

"I wish I can say I'm sorry, Ethan, you are good man. However, my man is better than you will ever be," she said, moaning softly as Roger kissed her on the neck.

My eyes could not believe the sight before it. I tried to tell myself it was all a lie, but it was reality.

"You witch," I screamed at her while she continued her romance with my brother on my bed, "I gave you everything I've got, and you do this to me?"

"I guess your everything was never enough," Roger said, getting out of bed and walking to meet me. He locked eyes with mine, but I did not flinch.

"What do you want from me? What have I done to you to deserve this? Why do you so much go after my life-"

"Exactly. Your life, that is what I want. Father has always given you everything you want because you are the heir. He ignored me, he never thought for once to ask me how I feel," he moved closer to me till we were barely an inch apart from each other, "he made it obvious he loves you more than he loves me. Since mother's death, no one ever cared about what I do."

I clenched my fist tighter, my eyes blazing red.

"You slithering serpent, father gave you a post in the family business and you bottled it up. That is what you have always done, don't you dare play the victim over here."

"Yes I bottled it because none of you knew me. That feeling you feel right now, I have felt it a dozen times over, but no one was there to wipe the tears away from my eyes. This is the beginning of your sorrows brother."

I lost my temper and thrust my fist into his face as he tried to turn away. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before I could pounce on him, he got up, lifted me from my leg, and slammed me on the glass table in my room. My head threatened to fall from my neck before I could move. Roger patterned my face with successive punches, and I shoved him away from me.

As he attempted to hit me again while I lay helplessly on the floor, the best defence my brain could think of was to kick him in his groin. And I did.

In an instant, I locked his neck in my arms, choking his life out and breaking his neck. He struggled to get out of my grip, but I held and squeezed him tighter.

I lost my grip immediately. Victoria hit a vase on my head. My head started to bleed, and slowly, I closed my eyes, watching both of them leave me for dead.

It has been almost two years now. Every night, I still dream of her. I still see her graceful face in my dreams and my brother's elfish grin. Deep within me, I miss her, and I want her. I have given too much of myself to her for her to leave me just like that.

She took everything that makes me human and left me empty, drowning in this river of hopelessness. However, I want my revenge on them more than ever. I want to strangle Roger and bring hell to Victoria for betraying me.

I sit in my office working, and my secretary walks in to announce the presence of Mr Arnold, one of our partners. I push aside my laptop and close it.

My eyes drop to the ground, watching Roger enter with Mr Arnold.

I welcome Mr Arnold with a handshake and glare at Roger as we proceed with our discussions.

"Who is he?" I ask Mr Arnold, pretending not to recognize Roger.

"This is James, he is my most trusted man, he will accompany to every meeting I have with you."

I feel uneasy discussing my plans in the presence of Roger, who now claims to be James Callahan.

I wrap up the meeting quickly and watch Mr. Arnold and Roger leave my office.

Then, a message popped on my phone, and it was from Roger.

It reads: I told you your life is what I want, and I will not rest until I have it. Enjoy the rest of your day, big brother.