Content Warning: This story is intended for readers aged 18 and above. Although it is a love story, it contains dark and potentially distressing themes, including toxicity and obsession. Reader discretion is advised, as some content may be triggering.

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With my heart pounding in my chest, I forced myself into the center of the living room, where the brothers sat in silence. My legs felt weak beneath me, and my breath came out shaky as I opened my mouth to speak.

"After college..." I started, then paused before continuing, "I’m leaving the house," I managed to say, my words barely above a whisper.

Instantly, the room’s atmosphere shifted. Four pairs of eyes locked onto me, their displeasure clear in their expressions. Before I could respond, the brothers surrounded me.

"You want to leave us?" Gavin’s voice was low and disbelieving, his gaze piercing.

"Absolutely not," Parker snapped, his tone sharper than I’d ever heard.

Cooper shook his head, his expression unreadable. "Sweetheart, that’s simply not an option."

Then Bryce stepped forward, his eyes dark with intensity. "Over my dead body," he growled. "You’re not going anywhere without us."

"You mean... I have to stay here? With you? Forever?" I asked, my face twisted with fear as I looked from one brother to the next.

Bryce met my gaze, his tone cold and sharp. "Exactly. You’re stuck with us. Forever." His words confirmed my fears, and before I could stop myself, my knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor.

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Amera was barely eighteen when she was forcibly taken from her parents. She was brought to their mansion, and instead of being treated with respect and dignity, she was made to work as their maid, turning her life into a living hell.

Exhausted by their mistreatment and constant seduction, Amera decided to do what was best for herself—she ran away. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. But is it truly possible to escape the grasp of the four notorious brothers? The answer is no—you can’t! It’s simply impossible.

Amera soon found herself caught between the brothers; they seduced her, made her cry out their names in ecstasy, bullied her, provoked her jealousy, and left her deeply frustrated. Once again, Amera grew weary, and it wasn’t long before she began planning a second escape. 

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After I left the hospital, I went home. When I arrived, I went in search of Cooper.


"Cooper," I knocked on the door. "Are you back? I need to see you," I called, still knocking.


Is he not back yet? I retrieved my phone from my bag and dialed his number; his phone began to ring behind me. Turning, I saw him. He appeared weak.


"Cooper," I called, drawing closer to him. "Are you okay?" My eyes moved to his hand. "What's that?" I asked, referring to his hand, which was wrapped in a towel.


He followed my gaze and looked at his hand too. "It's nothing."


I moved closer and noticed how bloody the towel was. "What happened?" I carefully untied the towel, and a gasp left my lips.


"It's nothing." He began to move toward the door. "Why are you here? Do you have something to tell me?" He asked, reaching for the door and unlocking it.


Chapter 112 - His wound