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Whispers of a Brother
The room in the hotel they had paid for was small, its single bulb flickering weakly. Taylor shut the door behind them and tossed the bundle of cash on the rickety table.Martin’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn't have taken that. Why did you take it?”Taylor blinked at him. “Taken what? Money? That’s what it is, Ryan. Money. Exactly what we don’t have.”“It’s not about money,” Martin snapped, pacing with his walking stick. “Didn’t you see the way he looked at you? That man isn’t helping you. He’s hungry for something else and you're too naive to see it.”Taylor let out a sharp laugh. “Hungry? Martin, he’s a CEO, not some street thug like we have back in Texas. You’re reading too much into this.”“I’m not. You didn’t see the way he looked at you,” Martin said, stepping forward. His knuckles whitened on the walking stick. “You think he gave you all that out of kindness? No. Men like that always want something.”Taylor frowned, folding her arms. “Bait? You’re impossible. A wealthy man sees
A Touch Too Familiar
After he was thrown out, Martin sat on the steps outside the grand glass doors, his walking stick leaning beside him. Passersby slowed down, then reached into their pockets, dropping dollar bills into his lap. They thought he was begging.“God bless you,” muttered a woman in heels without even looking at him.Martin looked down at the bills, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t a beggar. At least… he didn’t think he was.But he doesn't even know who he was. Then the sound of screeching tires pulled him back.A black luxury sedan stopped at the curb. Something about it drew him, and before he knew it, he was on his feet, staggering forward until he stood right in front of the vehicle.“Hey! Move, you idiot!” the driver shouted, throwing the door open. Are you trying to get yourself killed?Martin didn’t move. He stood frozen, staring at the vehicle. Something about it feels… familiar. Too familiar.“Are you deaf? Get out of the way before I call security!” The driver stormed toward him.Marti
The Boy in the Picture
Taylor has been different lately. Softer and warmer. Ever since Martin protected her from those thugs at the marketplace, her tone carried a little respect when she spoke to him. “I found this in your pocket,” she said quietly. “That day we rescued you.” She said as she handed him a folded rumpled picture. Martin frowned when he saw it. His rough fingers trembled as they touched the faded edges. The picture was old, bent at the corners, the face of a child staring back at him with wide eyes. Something inside him shifted immediately. “I… I know this face,” Martin whispered, pressing the photo closer. His voice shook. “But it’s blurry. I can’t… I can’t see clearly.” Taylor studied him, her eyes lingering. “Maybe New York will help. You know how they say a new environment does wonders to one's health?" Martin looked up, startled. “New York?” “Yes,” she nodded. “I’ve got an interview there, a real chance to make something out of my life. But I can’t go alone… I need you with me.
His Widow and His Brother
Cole Luther sat at the head of the long glass table, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. The company was his now. On paper, in truth, in everything that mattered.“Mr. Luther,” one of the directors said, sliding a stack of documents across. “These need your signature. Just a formality now that the transfer has been approved by the court.”Cole picked up the pen and signed, across from him, Aubrey sat with one hand cradling her round stomach, the other resting gracefully on the arm of her chair. The meeting ended and the directors left the room, Leaving Aubrey and Cole alone.She turned her head, eyes gleaming. “You wear the crown well, Cole. I must say, you look like you were born for that chair.”Cole leaned back, lips twitching into a grin. “Do I?”“You do. The company hasn’t skipped a beat since Martin’s… passing. You’ve done more in two years than he managed in our eight years of marriage.”He smirked. “Martin himself would be proud.”Aubrey let out a soft laugh, low and
The Cripple Who Fought Back
The morning sun burned unusually hot as Martin... now called Ryan...stretched in the yard. His once-bloated body was gone; muscle now lined his arms and chest. He leaned on his crutch, sweat dripping, breath steady. “You’re finally becoming a man of strength,” Elder Orso said, stepping out with a fishing net slung over his shoulder. His wrinkled eyes lingered on Martin’s frame with approval. “When I pulled you from the river, you were nothing but swollen flesh and broken bones. Now look at you.”Martin gave a small laugh, rubbing his stubbled jaw. “It feels strange, but my body listens to me now. I don’t know who I was before, but I doubt I ever looked like this.”The old man studied him. “You could pass for one of us now. Except that hair and beard, they grow wild.” He made a scissoring motion with his fingers. “A trim would make you presentable. I know there's an handsome face hiding behind all those hairs.”Martin shook his head, fingers brushing his beard. “No… I like this look.
A New Name, A New Enemy
“Move it!” “I’m trying!” Martin hissed, his arms shaking as he leaned heavily on the wooden crutches Elder Orso had carved for him. His legs trembled like broken sticks refusing to obey. “They won’t move.” “For months, you’ve been lying here.” Elder Orso’s voice was sharp, carrying the weight of disappointment. “I did not drag you out of that river, mend your bones and waste my herbs, so you could rot on my bed like a useless man. Try harder.”Martin gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his pale face. His left leg twitched forward, but the moment he pressed his weight down, fire shot through his spine. He cursed and nearly toppled. “Do you want to fucking try?!”The old man’s eyes narrowed. “Very well then.”Before Martin could blink, Orso kicked Martin’s right leg forward. The crack of pain was instant. He collapsed to the floor, gasping, his eyes bulging as if he would scream but the breath caught in his chest. “You think I enjoy watching you suffer?” Orso said coldly. “Yo
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