He Stole My Yacht For His Mistress, So I Took His Empire
Language: en
My fiancé's new plaything was the very same girl my brother had once obsessed over and stolen away. To win her, the two of them went head-to-head at an auction, practically tearing the place apart. In the end, my fiancé dropped a small fortune and walked away with the prize. My brother sneered, taking his frustration out on me: "You're pathetic. Can't even keep your own man in line." I said nothing. After all, Damian and I were just a strategic business arrangement. We'd agreed long ago to do our own thing and stay out of each other's business. A few days later. I was having drinks with my…