[Brother's Jealousy and Forced] How Hard It Is to Get Things Done

The First Script - Brother Sacrifices Himself for the First Night

As Alex watched his brother gradually recede from his line of sight, he reached out, hoping to grasp him, but his palm felt nothing but the cold wind. The starry sky above and his brother's figure became increasingly elusive, eventually disappearing entirely from his view.

Plunging into the dark sea, he first experienced a blinding impact, and then his instinct for survival compelled him to float and sink in the water, yearning to return to the shore. The briny seawater relentlessly poured into his mouth and nose, causing his chest and lungs to ache. His vision floated, and in the vast black sea, he felt the fear of facing death.

Without his brother's protection, he began to fear the deep and dense ocean. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his emotions, no longer under control, hindered his efforts to survive.

He didn't want to die; he couldn't die. He was unwilling; he couldn't accept that his brother truly wanted to kill him. Then why give him hope? But his brother's actions were undeniable. Why? Why did his brother treat him this way? He had always been obedient, doing everything his brother asked, never intending to compete for his brother's possessions!

Why did his brother insist on doing this?! Even refusing to leave him a trace of tenderness and friendship? Clearly... clearly, he loved him so much...

He recalled every night when their skins touched, his brother's body so inviting yet his heart so cold and ruthless. Why?!

Under the envelopment of death and claustrophobia, his thoughts became intense and radical. Since his brother insisted on pushing him to the brink of death, why should he hesitate? His brother had betrayed him, so he couldn't blame him for retaliating and possessing by any means necessary!

In the midst of a hazy consciousness, Alex saw a strong light, revealing a slender figure with a flowing white skirt.

When Alex woke up again, he found himself in a spacious and bright unfamiliar room. The bed beneath him was soft and comfortable, and he was the sole occupant of the central position, which felt strangely unfamiliar. His clothes were dry and soft, and even his hair had been dried. If it weren't for the unforgettable events just now, he might have thought it was all a dream, and part of him hoped it was.

"Miss, he's awake," someone nearby said.

"Is that so?" Accompanied by a gentle and pleasant voice, a slender girl in a white dress sat by the bed.

She looked about the same age as Alex, wearing a clean and elegant long white dress that revealed delicate, snowy-white arms and a graceful collarbone. Her waist-length black hair was smooth and shiny, her skin like condensed fat, her eyes like autumn water, her lips like points of vermilion. Her dignified and elegant demeanor revealed a remarkable family background.

"Hello, I'm Rosalie Zhang," she smiled slightly at Alex. "The sea is dangerous when the tide goes out at night. What happened to you there?"

Alex looked at her, unsure whether to discuss his affairs with a stranger. "Did you save me?"

"Thank you."

"Take a good rest first," Rosalie Zhang said understandingly, handing him a warming soup. The warm food entering his cold and empty stomach relaxed Alex quite a bit. Facing this girl, who appeared to be about the same age, he gradually let go of his guard.

"It seems you've encountered something unpleasant. Speaking about it might make you feel better."

He thought about what happened just now, and his emotions became low. Losing his position by his brother's side, he seemed to have nowhere to go.

The girl in front of him seemed to possess a magical power. In his vulnerable moment, he couldn't help but want to trust and lean on her. Without the strength to hide his confusion and anxiety, he said, "Just now... my brother..."

Rosalie Zhang didn't speak, silently listening. Her caring and gentle attitude made Alex let go of his defenses, gradually narrating everything.

Rosalie Zhang was not unfamiliar with the grievances of these prominent families, nor did she show any surprise or ridicule. Standing in Alex's shoes, she asked seriously, "So, what do you plan to do now?"

"I..." Alex fell silent for a moment, shaking his head in confusion. "I don't know. I want to see my brother again, I want to ask him if he's really..."

He stopped there. In reality, he vaguely felt that he was deceiving himself, but Rosalie Zhang didn't expose any of this. Her delicate and jade-like hand touched Alex's tightly clenched hand under the blanket, lowering her eyes and pondering before saying softly, "I don't think he genuinely intended to do this. As you said, if he wanted you dead, there was no need to save you before. But if everything he said is true, and it was his mother who acted, even he wouldn't be able to protect you."

"You mentioned that you were pushed into the sea from the road halfway up the mountain. If he really wanted to kill you, he could have returned you to the kidnappers or used some weapons to kill you and dispose of your body when you were unprepared, rather than pushing you into the sea. In fact, the distance between that road and the sea is not far. What he did doesn't seem like an attempt to kill you but more like a way to drive you away."

Alex's shattered heart was soothed by her words. Even though he knew that Rosalie Zhang might only be consoling him, in this moment, he was briefly healed. He looked at the gentle and translucent girl before him and said earnestly, "Thank you."

Rosalie Zhang smiled and said, "This is just my speculation. The truth might disappoint you."

"But I still want to go see him again." Alex affirmed his decision. He remembered the cold and ruthless words from his brother, causing a pang in his heart. "I want to ask him why, even if he really wants to kill me..."

Rosalie Zhang nodded, showing unconditional support for his decision. "If you need my help, you can come to me."

Alex looked at her in surprise. "Why would you help me?"

"I..." Rosalie Zhang's face blushed, and she looked somewhat melancholic. "I'm not in good health, haven't been to school, and don't have many friends. You're about the same age as me, and I thought... would you be willing to be friends with me?"

She glanced cautiously at Alex, afraid that he might not agree. Alex, feeling grateful to his savior, extended his hand to her and said, "Of course, I'd be happy to. Thank you for saving me and for being willing to help me."

Rosalie Zhang's eyes brightened, and she shook his hand.

Emily was awakened by the system's warning sound. It should be nighttime now. He remembered feeling relaxed and happy after completing a phase of the plot, gambling with wealthy friends, making them cry and shout, then drinking to his heart's content before falling asleep.

Usually, he wouldn't be disturbed during his "sleep" unless there was a plot or danger that required him to wake up.

Emily opened his eyes to find a primitive and simple environment around him. It wasn't the temporary lodging they had set up; instead, it was a desolate cave. Before he could clear his thoughts, he realized that his hands were bound above his head, rendering him immobile.

It was no wonder the system issued an alert. Emily recalled that Oscar Wilson's life was currently smooth-sailing, never encountering threats like kidnapping. Could it be that the kidnappers who were supposed to negotiate with Mrs. Wilson about Alex lost him and negotiations broke down, leading them to target Emily instead to threaten Mrs. Wilson?

Emily tried to piece things together, and just then, he heard rustling sounds from outside—the sound of someone stepping on dry leaves, approaching the cave.

Emily closed his eyes, pretending to still be in a state of slumber. Judging by the sound, there seemed to be only one person, and he hoped they would confirm his condition and leave him alone. However, the footsteps grew closer until they stopped in front of him.

The person squatted down, seemingly inspecting him. Emily, keeping his eyes closed, couldn't see their actions. Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his face, as if someone was gently caressing him, like a long-time lover. Emily's hair stood on end, finding it incredibly eerie.

The hand continued to move down to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with skill as if they had done it countless times. When the fingers reached his pants, Emily couldn't bear it any longer. He used his head to forcefully bump into the person in front of him, his forehead hitting their head. It was a proactive move that caused the person to let out a muffled groan.

Although the sound seemed familiar, Emily couldn't believe his eyes when he opened them. The person in front of him was not the kidnapper he imagined; it was—Alex?! It couldn't be! How could he be here? According to the plot, he should have left the country with Rosalie Zhang, harboring hatred for him and The Wilson family, returning after seven years to start his revenge.

He shouldn't appear in front of him during these ten years! Emily's shocked expression, however, seemed to convey a different understanding to Alex. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was mercilessly extinguished. Faced with the brother who had always obeyed him unquestionably, he couldn't maintain a smile any longer.

"What's wrong, brother? Disappointed to see me alive?" Emily remembered that this scene wasn't in the original plot, but he had to adapt. "That's right. Do I have to be happy to see that damn bastard still alive?"

Alex, who had never taken his brother's harsh words seriously, now felt the full weight of them. The spiteful insults that he had previously ignored felt like a series of slaps on his face, leaving him pale. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Brother, have you never... cared about me, even a little?"

"What?" Emily sneered, "Haven't the seawater I poured into your brain yesterday cleared your mind yet? How self-important can you be, thinking that I would care about a waste like you? You... are you even worthy?"

As he spoke, Alex's eyes suddenly lost the last glimmer of light. His once brilliant golden-brown eyes turned into emotionless glass beads, staring blankly at him. The beautiful eyes, so full of vulnerability and helplessness when crying, were now shedding tears silently, rolling down his cheeks. The scene felt like fine needles piercing Emily's heart, not intensely painful but particularly heart-wrenching.

He could deceive Alex, but he couldn't deceive himself. He had "raised" this teenager, not wanting to witness his current desolate appearance. However, as Oscar Wilson, he was a stumbling block for Alex. Only by letting him carry the hatred for himself and The Wilson family could he grow rapidly.

Emily clenched his back teeth, suppressing his emotions, and maintained his consistent persona. Coldly, he said, "You, a useless piece who only knows how to cry, are nothing but unnecessary trash even if you're alive. You're just embarrassing!"

Even though Alex was numb to it, the complete denial from his brother still made him heartbroken. However, he opened his arms unexpectedly and hugged Emily.

His hand clasped tightly around his brother's lower back, his chin resting on his brother's shoulder as he whispered, "Brother, I once loved you. Even when you bullied me, imprisoned me, treated me like a dog, I still loved you."

Upon hearing this, Emily found it strange, trying to rationalize it as Alex experiencing Stockholm syndrome. But what followed made Emily utterly speechless. Alex continued, "I love you for standing up for me, for being defenseless around me. I love your robust and sensitive body, and what lies beneath... that womanly vagina."

"You!" Emily's pupils contracted suddenly. He struggled to break free from Alex's embrace, but his hands were tightly bound above his head, rendering him helpless.

"Let me go! Alex! Why would you..."

“Why would I know?” Alex tightened his arms instead. “Brother, do you know how deeply you usually sleep? Even someone like me…”

His tongue trailed along Emily's ear, the moist sensation causing Emily to shiver, too stunned to speak.

The current Alex felt nothing like the obedient, pliable boy from before. He seemed like a beast cloaked in exquisite veneer, with a terrifying darkness lurking deep within his soul.

"Like this..." His hands skillfully undid Emily's pants, slender fingers slipping between his legs. "Even when I lick your entire body, you never wake up."

"That's enough! Get off!!!" Emily couldn't take it anymore. Even with this situation, he hadn't imagined encountering such a bizarre and complex scenario. If his hands weren't bound, he'd have beaten the Alex in front of him to a pulp! He never fathomed that this half-grown teenager, Alex, would do such things to him during each "sleep"! They were both males, and more importantly, Alex was his actual brother!

"Brother, if you want my life, I can give it to you," Alex's fingers teasingly touched those soft lips, playing with them gently. "But I also have things I want. Shall we trade?"

A shiver ran down Emily's spine; he instantly understood what Alex wanted and firmly refused, "No way!"

"Brother, you want my life, but I just want you, even if it's just once before life ends," Alex's tears had stopped flowing, but his gaze held an unprecedented depth of melancholy. "If this isn't possible, wouldn't that be unfair?"