Caught Between the Vengeful Billionaire Brothers

THE FALL

Aurora's POV

There was a cast on her leg starting from her thigh and almost reaching her heel. She pretended to be hesitant about pulling it up but made sure that everyone got a good look at it before letting it down.

Ethan rushed over to her side, stroking her tenderly as she continued her accusations.

“Just tell the truth, Aurora, tell everyone how you returned a week ago and did this to me you-”

“I didn't do anything to you!” I said, cutting her off. I was struck so hard across my face that a bell started ringing in my head and I could taste blood in my mouth.

The last person I expected to drag me down to my doom spoke.

“I saw everything, I know what you did,”

Of all the people, it was Ethan, the same man I had loved with vigor for years, refusing any other advances that came my way because he was the only one I saw in my forever.

That same man now proudly stood before a crowd of people declaring me guilty of something I had not done.

A pit formed in my stomach, and it swirled with rage and spite. I should have known. He made me a third wheel in our own relationship. The second Sofia walked into the picture, I should have seen this coming from a mile away, but I was too blinded by love.

“Ethan you of all people should know that I haven't been back in over 3 years. When did you see me?”

He tactically avoided my eyes and my father spoke up.

“I don't want to listen to your excuses. If it wasn't for Sofia I would have pressed charges by now because you tried to run her over with a car. Luckily, she came out of it with only a dislocated leg that is still healing. Even your own fiancé of 5 years says you were there on that day. Who could be a better witness?”

“Father I-”

“Don't call me your father. From this moment I have disowned you, you are no longer my adopted daughter,” he made sure to stress the adopted part.

And as if that blow was not heavy enough, Ethan threw the ring, a ring that signified our promise to love each other forever. It tossed it to me like it was yesterday's trash that had to be disposed of.

I looked at him, tears climbing down my eyes, he faltered for a second, then hardened in his resolve the next.

“Take that with you while you live. In case it's not clear we're over, I can't be with a woman as vile as you,”

“This is insanity,” I said, clutching my purse and turning around, “I'm not going to stand here anymore and listen to this,”

I left the ring behind.

I got in a cab, and it just kept driving until it stopped at a bar.

I was halfway to the bar counter before my heels broke.

Of course, they had to break what else would make this a perfect night other than that.

After wobbling over to the counter bare feet, I made my order one shot after the other, not caring. That was the last thing I wanted to do right now, as my heart shattered into a million different pieces all at once, breaking into indistinguishable shards I could never put together again.

As the alcohol burnt down my throat and numbed everything else that hurt, I thought about how this was always incoming.

From the moment she walked in with her simple sundress into the Yates mansion with my father and fiancé ready to welcome her, it was the spark to a bomb about to go off.

One that had been slowly building up for the past 3 years, and finally it had exploded right in my face.

in one single night, I lost it all.

The future I dreamed of.

And the past I cared for.

All stripped away from me the two men that promised to love me more than life itself, turning their backs over such a baseless accusation.

I was about to reach for my next shot when I felt someone burning a hole in the side of my face. I spun my head to the side to assess who it was.

At first, I was taken aback. He was that handsome.

Locks of hair as dark as the night falling over his face and framing the already chiseled piece, broad muscles that stretched invitingly under a thin white shirt and a devious smile that made me forget my first and last name.

The allure of his looks past and they remember that I just wanted to drown in alcohol until I felt nothing came back.

“Do you always stare at random women?”

“Only if they match my taste,”

I’m engaged

That same line that had echoed on my lips over and over again for the past 5 years was about to strike again, already standing at the tip of my tongue, but realization pushed the words down my throat, and I was forced to swallow them back.

“Hmm, how flattering, you don't look half bad yourself,” I said instead.

I thought if my life was going to combust, I might as well have fun along the way, drink with a handsome stranger and a night still young. This seemed like a good combination. At first, we shared the drink together and everything after that was just one big blur.

My vision eventually cleared, consciousness returning to me and, with it, an invisible sledgehammer going at my head over and over again, punishing me for drinking.

But when I stretched my body, I wasn't in the embrace of a pseudo 6 ft 7 piece of man-meat. Instead, my fingers were wrapped around something slimy, the air was thick with a smell that made it hard to breathe and then what came next made my heart to levitate right out of my body.