From Trash to Tycoons—My Bro and I Came Back for Blood

A vicious smile flickered across Felix's face—the kind that only appeared when he'd made up his mind to do something unspeakable.

Over the next two years, both he and Sheila seemed to turn over a new leaf.

They stopped provoking us.

They even began to act friendly.

Sheila often chatted warmly with my brother, saying that once he got into university, she'd personally teach him how to manage the family's business.

Felix became the picture of a dutiful younger brother—obedient, polite, full of flattery.

On our eighteenth birthday, they were especially sweet. Gifts, blessings, smiles that seemed almost genuine.

Just before the banquet began, Felix suggested taking us to the mountaintop to see a "surprise fireworks show" they'd prepared just for us.

Naïve as we were, my brother and I followed him into the car, laughing and excited.

But when we arrived at that desolate mountain peak, the night turned cold—and deadly.

The moment we stepped out of the car, several burly men burst out of the tall grass, eyes gleaming with malice.

My brother reacted first—two punches, two men down—but before he could handle the rest, Felix clung to his leg, screaming for help.

"Help! Don't hurt my brother!"

I tried to run forward, but a cloth drenched in something sweet-smelling clamped over my nose and mouth.

Within seconds, my limbs went weak, my vision blurred.

"Lenon!"

Noah's panicked voice echoed as he tried to reach me—but another thug smothered him with the same drugged handkerchief.

In less than a minute, we were both unconscious, sprawled on the dirt.

The two who'd been "crying and screaming" moments ago suddenly started laughing.

"Take them far away. Don't kill them—just make it convincing. And make sure it's all caught clearly on camera."

Sheila crouched beside my brother, gave his cheek a sharp pat, and sneered. "Especially this one. I want him ruined for life."

The gang leader chuckled, rubbing his grimy hands together.

"Don't worry, Miss Watson. We'll give you exactly what you want. Heh heh."

They hauled us into the back of a van and started driving down the mountain.

In the front seats, the kidnappers laughed among themselves, completely at ease.

"Rich family, huh? The son and daughter plotting against their own brothers. Guess we're the lucky ones tonight!"

"Never had a chance to play with such pretty little rich boys before, hahaha..."

The van came to a stop outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The men got out, still laughing, and went to open the trunk—then froze.

Every smile vanished. Their eyes widened in shock, as if they'd just seen ghosts.