Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 183: My brother was cruel

My brother’s name is Hwang Mu-Kyung. freeweɓnøvel~com

He used to be kind. He was someone who looked out for me but he was selfish in his own right. I just never imagined the extent of his selfishness. I never imagined he would exchange me for greed.

So, the day I walked out of the hospital, glad that Mu-Kyung had paid the hospital bills, only to find out a few weeks later that he had taken loans from numerous loan sharks, and they were all under my name, I broke down.

I never expected he would do something like that to me. Just what did he expect me to do? How did he expect me to pay back?

Or did he not expect me to pay back and be taken away instead? Was he that cruel?

I had wondered.

At that time where part of my memories were missing and the rest were in disarray, the only one I remembered and was sure of, my brother, had cruelly stabbed me with a knife of betrayal.

I was devastated.

I decided to sell the house. Maybe it would work out somehow but then I found out he also sold the house.

Where did he expect me to stay after leaving the hospital?

Just what did he want from me? Why did he do this to me? Did he expect me to die or something?

Those questions circled around in my thoughts numerous times without end.

I tried to look for him but couldn’t even find a single trace of him. I didn’t even know if he was still in the country or if he had fled.

Since my name was the only thing on the papers, even if I died, he would never be sought after by the loan sharks. So, was that what he expected all along?

Then why didn’t he just kill me on his own?

Why did he have to subject me to such cruelty?

I was depressed but I didn’t even have to stay depressed as I had to go into hiding right away.

My brother was cruel. He was wicked. And he was evil.

Such a person was not my brother. Such a person did not deserve my sympathy. They did not deserve to live.

If I ever saw him again and he was living a good life with my blood and sweat as a sacrifice, then I would ruin everything for him. That was what I thought while enduring and keeping my life, surviving at all costs, but I never found him in my last life.

I forgot about him during my time in the mansion and only ever cursed at my masters.

So, seeing him now, so pathetic and living far worse than I was living... I couldn’t help but get annoyed.

Where was the nice life he was supposed to be living? Just what was I supposed to ruin now?

He had to at least have something to his name for me to ruin, right? But he had nothing.

"He’s been living like a rat for three years now." Jin-Yeok said and I turned to him.

He was stirring his coffee with a teaspoon after putting in five cubes of sugar. That’s right, he had such a sweet tooth.

"Hey, don’t butt in." Seo-Jun said. "I took up the quest to present him to Jo-Pil, so even if I found him with your help, don’t take away my credit." He said but Jin-Yeok didn’t seem to care and simply placed down his teaspoon to sip his coffee.

"This is good." He said.

So, Jin-Yeok found Mu-Kyung on Seo-Jun’s request? In one night? He was so productive.

I had a feeling he had found information about Mu-Kyung for a while now but just didn’t know when to use it so he kept it.

First of all, he might’ve thought it would be unpleasant to suddenly bring up a topic that had to do with such a past. He might’ve been considerate, is what I’d like to think cause I couldn’t tell what he had in his mind.

If it was up to him, he would take on the task of torturing Mu-Kyung on my behalf.

But I still felt so angry. My blood was raging.

"Mm, mm." Mu-Kyung looked like he was trying to say something but with the gag in his mouth, he wasn’t able to say anything.

I didn’t even want to hear his voice. I might just explode if I heard him try to make up some kind of excuse but I guess I needed to hear him out.

I wanted to know just what kind of nonsense he was willing to say just to free himself.

To hell with him if he tried to say he had no choice and that he was forced into it.

"Little Min," I called.

"Yes, Hyung?" I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.

Hearing what I had to say, I thought Min-Cheol would look surprised but he wasn’t surprised. He got up and nodded.

"Alright, I’ll be back soon." He stood up and left while I turned to Seo-Jun.

"Master, did you bring him here knowing how much I hate him?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yes,"

"Then, what did you want me to do afterward? Did you want me to compliment you or smile at you for a job well done?" I asked but he couldn’t answer. He stayed silent for a few seconds and then said,

"To be honest, after our talk last night, I asked myself what I could do to help you out, even if it’s a little bit. I don’t have any good qualities that will make me look good in front of you."

(Except for your face)

"I have a shitty personality,"

So he’s not completely oblivious.

"I don’t think first and say whatever comes to mind. I don’t want I like whenever I like, and, of course, in stubborn."

As a mule. You’re as stubborn as a mule.

"So, I thought of bringing up something that’s not completely related to my character. And then this came to mind. There’s one thing that I’m pretty good at, which is taking revenge." He grinned. "There’s nothing I do better than taking revenge, so I thought of helping you get revenge."

(I’m pretty sure you’re better in bed than taking revenge but what do I know? I’m just the author.)

I furrowed my eyebrows. So, this was his own after all.

He wanted me to take revenge on the man who indirectly made me a slave and a servant to four masters since I couldn’t exactly take out my anger on my masters since I was living a fairly good life.

I can’t believe it.

He actually took my situation and inability to retaliate even if I wanted to, into consideration, huh? That’s some improvement.

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