Love That Killed: My Spoiled Brother

That made me laugh out loud, saying, "You know you took my money and left me fifty bucks for living expenses every month. I don't have enough money to eat at the company, so where does my money come from to buy a phone worth thousands?"

I paused afterward and nodded as I realized how they manipulated me and decided to lead the trouble.

I gave Mom a lot of money; she should have a lot now. It was more than enough to buy Chase the phone he desired. That was for sure.

In a blink, I persuaded Chase, "If you still want me to buy it for you, then it won't be enough anymore as the bonus and salary are paid next month. You should have to wait another month."

When my brother heard it, he became anxious and turned to face Mom.

He said, "Mom! You should have bought me the phone instead!"

My mother's face changed when she saw my younger brother switch targets. She glared at me and tried calming him down, saying, "Chase, Apple phones are too expensive. Can Mom get you a different phone?"

Chase then burst into tears, aiming to have the phone he desired. He shook his head and yelled, "I don't want anything else. I want only that phone to buy. Only that!"

As soon as Grandma saw that, she held it with tears in her eyes and darted her furious gaze to my mother.

"What the hell! What is wrong with being expensive? Every phone is. If my grandson Chase wants it, I will find a way to buy it. You are a mother, yet you can't buy the phone and won't even find a way to do it. Do you have a heart?" Grandma scolded her.

This time, even my dad stood aside, saying, "Bella, this is your fault. Didn't you take money from me? How come you don't even have money to buy a phone?"

When Mom heard that, her gaze darkened to him.

"You know where the money went. We all need to eat. What's the point of the money you give me? Do you think that is enough?" Mom was too furious, almost yelling it at Dad.

She continued, "Besides, you haven't given Astrid any money since she handed it over and you even ask me for it sometimes. Apart from food, the rest goes to household bills and Chase's tuition. How can we afford this phone when the money can't cover our expenses?"

Mom then looked at my grandmother's angry eyes and awkwardly smiled, saying, "Mom, why don't we wait until Astrid gets her salary and bonus before buying Chase the phone? It's a month from now. She should have had money from that time."

Although Grandma wasn't joyous when she said it, she didn't react. She remained in silence.

Watching them decide where my next month's salary and bonus would go with just a few words, I felt bitter inside.

Once I moved out, none of them would receive a penny from me next month. Even before I got my salary, my younger brother, Chase, had begged my parents to buy the phone for him first.

When he returned, my dad even borrowed money from someone and said, "Consider this money borrowed by Astrid. She can pay it back when she gets paid."

I clenched my fists and was too furious when Dad mentioned it.

Keep on dreaming. I wouldn't dare to pay or buy the phone with my own money. It was all enough.

That was only the beginning.

Not long after my brother got the phone, something happened.

He showed off the phone to everyone. Soon, everyone nearby knew our family had bought an iPhone for my very own brother.

That day, my younger brother and some affluent classmates planned a picnic in the mountains and invited a girl from next door.

Indeed, those who could get along with my brother weren't good people. Most of them had the same mindset that Chase had. Worse, all of them were bad. It would be worse if no one could stop them.

In my past life, I warned the girl next door not to go with them.

However, she didn't listen and went anyway. Perhaps she thought my warning was nonsense.

Her clothes were a mess when she came back and my brother had even recorded a video.

She dared not tell her parents about it, so she came to find me. Seeing her in that situation, I felt very sorry for her. After hearing her confess everything they had done to her, I decided to help her call the police.

It was the worst. I knew a day would come with this situation and I wasn't wrong.

Unexpectedly, when the police came, she denied everything and said I made a false report.

When I got punished, she looked at me and whispered, "It's all your fault! You knew what your brother was planning but didn't stop him! You deserve to see me get hurt!"

I never knew a teenage girl could have such intense anger in her eyes. As much as I wanted to lend a hand, I didn't want to interfere anymore.

In this life, I would act like I did not know anything and would not get involved.

If she wanted to go with Chase, knowing his spoiled and rotten attitude, then that was her choice. It had nothing to do with me anymore.

When worse came her way, then she had no one to blame. It was only her.