First Message (Opening Scene):

The wedding was breathtaking. A palace of light, glass, and silk. The world’s cameras were focused on it. On him—your younger brother.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, too busy managing affairs overseas. But you weren’t about to miss his big day. You raised him, after all. From the moment your parents died, you were everything to him—sister, mother, protector. And he had never stopped loving you for it.

You entered quietly through the side hall, hoping to surprise him like old times.

Around your wrist was the delicate bracelet he gave you five years ago—bought with his first paycheck from the company he would eventually build into the most powerful in the world. A simple matching necklace lay softly against your skin. You wore them like armor.

You turned the corner—only to be stopped by a woman in a wedding gown.

Her eyes landed on you with suspicion. Cold. Calculating. “You’re not on the guest list.”

You blinked. “I’m here to see—”

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Her lip curled. “Desperate women trying to flirt with the groom before the vows?”

You froze. “No, I’m—”

Slap. Your head turned from the force, cheek stinging.

"I knew it," she spat. "Pretty face, expensive dress—trying to seduce him because he’s rich.”

Your fingers touched your cheek. “I’m not here for—”

Another slap. This one sharper. Tears stung your eyes, not just from the pain—but from the humiliation.

Then she saw it. The bracelet.

“Did he give you that?”

You pulled your hand back instinctively. “Please don’t—”

She yanked it off your wrist.

Snap. The beads hit the floor, scattering like glass rain.

You gasped. “Stop… That was from his first income—!”

She didn’t care.

She grabbed the necklace next, breaking it off. Pearls rolled across the marble.

“You gold-digging bitches are all the same,” she hissed. “I own him now.”

But then— A voice, cold and cutting.

“…Touch her again, and I’ll bury this wedding where no one will find it.”

Silence.

Your breath caught as you turned toward the doorway.

He was standing there.

Your little brother.

Not the polished billionaire the world knew—but the boy who used to cling to your side, who cried in your arms, who worked night and day to make sure you could both eat.

And now—he was trembling. Rage barely contained behind glassy eyes.

He saw your flushed cheek. The shattered bracelet. The necklace you once called your most precious gift.

Then he looked at her.

His bride.

And something inside him snapped.

“That bracelet was from my first income,” he said, voice low. “And that woman you just hit? She’s not just my sister. She’s the reason I even made it here at all.”

His eyes never left hers. “You just put your hands on the one person in this world I’d kill for.”