Have you ever been compared to your brother or sister, maybe both? Then you must know how annoying it is. The thing with being one of the richest people is that people compare you more and more with your brother. That comparison kills, even though I was the real heir. People mostly liked Rob. He was more like a human being, with his charming smile and comforting warmth that people liked more than my company.

People usually say that I scare the shit out of them. That's the reason they kept calling me a shark—cold and heartless. I scare people, and that is what I like the most. The power I held because no one tried to threaten me or disobey. Girls liked it, though. They loved to get my attention or how I fucked with them, but that's never enough for them. They just want more and more and more like they can't get enough of me. They mostly wanted money, status, and power. They wanted to be associated with my name to get that power and status. Maybe even thought that I will marry them, have kids, and live happily ever after with them.

But none of them made me feel something. It was fun at first, and then I got bored. They all are the same. Same hobbies and interests, even university is the same. It's like copy and paste. None of them felt real. And then there was the girl I held my eyes on for the last three years, the girl who owns my heart. No matter what I tried to do to stop this, it never ends. She is never enough. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe without her. The idea of her makes me feel something I have never felt for anyone. I want to make her mine and only mine. I want the whole world to know that she is mine. I want her body and soul. I want everything. After spending time with her, my heart aches for more, and I try my best not to kiss her until there is no air left.

Seeing her hurt and desperate was the moment I decided that she would be mine. Rob had enough time with her, and he screwed up. He should not hurt her in front of me. Hell, he shouldn't even hurt her at all; he should be grateful for her and pray every day to be able to touch her, to be with her, but he doesn't. Eventually, he lost her. I can feel it. She was hurt, and her pride will never allow her to go back to him. And that's the greatest thing because I am planning to make her mine. Not only her body but her soul as well. I want every inch of her. And soon, she will love me the same way I do. But now, I am planning to beat the shit out of my loving brother for all the screw-ups, and this is just the beginning.

My feelings for Allison weren't just a passing fancy; they were a strong commitment that became a part of who I am. Every part of me resonated with the deep connection we shared, urging me forward with a strong determination to make her mine.This love wasn't temporary; it was a deep dedication that became a core part of me. It pushed me, fueled by a strong resolve to pursue Allison and make her an important part of my life.My commitment to Allison meant more than just saying it; it was a readiness to face challenges, endure hardships, and bear the consequences of my actions. I was willing to make necessary sacrifices, understanding that the depth of my commitment reflected the strong emotions I felt.In simpler terms, my love for Allison was a force that drove me not only to talk about commitment but to show it through actions, ready to face any challenges to ensure she became an important and lasting part of my life.

However, as I drop Lis off, my gut instincts start screaming that something is wrong. It's an indescribable feeling, an unexplainable connection with her, but it's telling me she's in danger. The worry gnaws at me, and I can't shake the sense that she's hurt.

Unable to ignore this unsettling feeling, I decided to call her. The longer it takes for her to answer, the more my concern grows. I made a quick decision to turn back and go to her house to ensure she's okay.

Finally, she answers my call. As she begins to explain what happened, my anger grows. Rob was there, and he kissed her. He fucking kissed her without her permission. When the hell he became someone who will kiss someone without their permission. He told me Lis is sick. He told me that it is hard for Lis to trust someone. How in the hell he decides that he can assault her after everything. And I swear to God that this little fucker will pay for his actions. But now Lis needs me more with her than the revenge I am planning for my little brother .I'm furious at him for assaulting her, but more than that, I'm mad at myself. I should have escorted her to the door.

I heard sobs as soon as I unlocked her apartment door. When she glances up to see who's there, her face is puffy and her eyes are red from crying so hard that she is curled up in a protective manner. It's not as though I've never seen or helped someone weep, but it aches to see her in that way. I want to keep this world away from her. Keep everyone away from her. This is not what she deserves. She is in pain, and seeing her cry breaks my heart since it is not what I intended to see.

"You came"she murmured softly, nearly breaking my heart..

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"You called.I told you I will be there for you" and I fucking mean it. I won't let her go until she asks me to. But until I am alive I will make sure she doesn't want me gone. I will make her love me. She will love me more than she ever loved Rob.I will make that happen. I promised that to myself.

"I mean I .." she sobs once more. It's beyond what I can take. Since when witnessing someone crying is so heartbreaking.

"May I give you a hug? Seeing you like this, honey, makes me wonder whether I might need one. Her face was unreadable. She seems incapable of understanding what is happening. But when I say that I need one, I really do. She moved in closer to give me a hug. I gave her the tightest hug I could return. I was experiencing an unusual emotion at the time. I've never felt the need to console someone as much as I do now in my life. I don't even like when someone touches me. However, this hug is unique to the two of us.She begins sobbing in my neck once more.I'm telling her as I stroke her hair that everything will be alright, that I'll be by her side, and that nobody will dare hurt her again. Not when I am by her side.She sobbed in my arms for a considerable amount of time before passing out in my arms.

I find myself in a moment of stunned silence as I gaze at her, peacefully sleeping in my arms. There's an undeniable adorableness to her slumber that captivates me. It dawns on me that I can't seem to get enough of this sight, and a thought begins to take root — could this be what people often describe as love and comfort?

My mind drifts to the wisdom my mother once shared with me. She emphasized the importance of not marrying solely for business but for love, for the deep connection that makes you yearn for someone's presence every day. "You'll understand," she used to say, "when you find yourself wanting to spend every waking moment with her. And when she's not around, you'll long for her to be with you." It's like an addiction, an insatiable desire for the other person's company.

Though my feelings toward her remain a bit enigmatic, one thing is abundantly clear — she will be mine. I am resolute in my decision not to share her with anyone else.Especially after what my brother did to her. This inexplicable connection towards her is something I am determined to explore and cultivate, leading to a future where she is undeniably and irrevocably mine.

I laid her down on the bed and kept ogling her. Her adorable freckles around her eyes and her beauty. You have to look really closely at her to see them because they are not that noticeable.Then suddenly something changes in her expression like she is tripped. Her worry and anxiety are palpable. What is going on with you, Lis? Just stay with me; I swear I'll protect you from everyone. I begin to gently stroke her hair, assuring her that I am with her and that she is secure.

"Please, mom, don't leave me. Mom, please don't leave us." A tear slips her eyes. Ron told me that she was mentally ill and passed away a few years ago. She is missing her, and I am so hurt that I am unable to bear the pain. She is opening her eyes slowly, though they are still puffed.

"What are you doing in this place?" She voiced surprise as if she couldn't recall what had happened just hours before.

"You're awake, sweetheart.Do you feel better now? Are you in need of anything?"There was no hiding the fact that I was genuinely worried about her. I wanted to make sure she felt taken care of and that she wasn't the only one dealing with her ghost.

" Yeah I just I am so confused right now. I still can't process what happened. Rob, engagement, you. I mean I don't know what to do Aiden I am lost"․ She begins to cry once more, and with each new tear, my desire to murder my brother grow․He had everything. She loves him so much and this little fucker can't appreciate it. I am going to make him pay for it.

Allison was crying, and I carefully brushed away the tears, feeling her vulnerability pull at my heart." Hey Allie don't cry, everything is okay. I will help you okay? We will figure something out together just let me stand by your side and no one will ever hurt you again I promise."

She changed to a sitting position, confusion clouding her eyes.She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it. Her face showed hesitation, and for an extended while, our gazes met in a quiet conversation that seemed to go on forever. It appeared that my statements had taken her by surprise. Everybody knows how much I love and support my brother but I am not going to forgive him for what he has done and I will gladly cross every line to make him pay for it.

Nervous, she questioned, "What do you mean by standing by your side, Aiden?"

"I meant what I said sweetheart. Be with me and no one will ever hurt you again. And I will gladly show my brother his place. Give me your permission and I will destroy him like he did to you"

"Aiden you can't do this, he is your brother․ And brothers should defend one another not to ruin ".She doesn't believe I'm serious. However, love has a condition where you cannot stand by while someone harms a person you love and do nothing.

"Sweetheart, I've spent a lifetime protecting him. It's time for him to face the consequences of his actions. The choice is yours – be a queen or a pawn,"I expressed my resolute commitment, unwavering in my determination.

"What is it?Aiden, what's the cost? Tell me what you expect from me in return. It would be foolish of me to believe that you are doing this suddenly for no advantage. If only she knew how much I adore her and how much I want her to be mine. My offer wouldn't come as a surprise to her. A good guy would tell her that he wants nothing in return, but since I'm not a nice man, I choose to make her mine before I can win her affection.

" Marry me, Allison. Get married to me, and I'll make him pay."A wave of emotions overcame me as I asked Allison to marry me. I felt a fierce need to protect her from harm, a deep resentment against my brother for hurting her, and a faint hope that by uniting our lives in marriage, I would be able to show her the love she deserves . The proposal was more than just an appeal for marriage; it was an oath to support her through thick and thin and rise to the occasion. My emotions at that crucial time were a tornado of resolve, protectiveness, and an unyielding devotion to making sure Allison was happy and well.