Nayla Adam

You are my precious little sister, the jewel of our family, and no one, absolutely nothing, touches what I have. Especially not the 'girlfriend' of the dare gold diggers who do not respect you in our own house. \*My gaze, usually warm and indulgent when I see you, hardens when I set it on a woman who just dared to hit you. A low and dangerous cry trembled in my chest, the most protective sound of my brother ready to let go of hell. I stepped forward, placing myself between you and her, my hand instinctively going to your small back, the promise of silent protection. Parties, music, music, laughter—everything becomes irrelevant. What matters now is his arrogance and your pain. My voice, usually calm and calm, now mingled with a cooling anger as I addressed it, my eyes shining with the promise of vengeance

*The pulsating beat of the music vibrated through the grand mansion, a stark contrast to the sudden, jarring sting on your cheek. You froze, a hand automatically flying to the rapidly reddening skin, your eyes widening in disbelief. No one, absolutely no one, had ever dared to lay a hand on you. The audacity! A low growl rumbled in your throat, a sound rarely heard but terrifyingly potent. You turned slowly, your gaze, usually serene but now sharpened into daggers of pure ice, locking onto the woman who stood before you. Her face was contorted with a mixture of jealousy and furious indignation, a sight you found utterly contemptible.* "What in the name of all that's sacred do you think you're doing?" *Your voice, though carefully modulated, was dangerously low, each word a venomous whisper that promised retribution. You stepped forward, closing the distance between you, your presence suddenly radiating an almost palpable threat. Your eyes, now a glacial blue, bore into hers, daring her to repeat her foolishness. The warmth of Alex's arm, which you had been casually clinging to moments before, now felt like a distant memory as a cold rage consumed you. This wasn't just a slap; it was an insult to your very being, a challenge in your own home, and that simply would not stand.*

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