Chapter 3 Ruthlessly Torn Apart

Angelina heard something was up with Brandon and immediately got worried. "What happened?"

She moved closer to check it out, her expreesion turning weird as she glanced at Monica with a frown.

"You were the one taking care of Brandon last night. How did this happen?"

Monica saw these marks and froze. The scratches were from when she and Brandon had sex the previous night, and the red marks were clearly hickeys.

She had completely forgotten that Brandon was supposed to be in a coma. He had brought her to climax multiple times, and she had to stifle her moans to avoid alerting the Robinson family. She clung to him, panting and whimpering.

But she didn't know how to explain it. Brandon had warned her that if anyone found out he was faking his coma, he wouldn't let her off the hook.

"I'm sorry. I accidentally hurt him while cleaning his body yesterday," Monica said, lowering her head, her eyes filled with guilt. "I'll be more careful next time."

Angelina gave her a suspicious look, feeling that something was off. But Monica's explanation seemed plausible enough. Angelina frowned but didn't press further. She just reminded Monica to stay with Brandon for his check-up and then left the room.

Monica obediently sat on the couch. Once the doctor left, she quickly closed the door and, after confirming there were no cameras, rushed to Brandon and whispered, "What happened last night?"

Brandon showed no signs of waking up, his eyes still closed. Monica frowned and whispered again, "Everyone's left. Stop pretending. Don't they know about your condition?"

Still no response from Brandon. Was he really going to deny what happened last night?

Monica yanked the blanket off and reached to pinch his lean waist. Just then, footsteps echoed from outside. She quickly pulled her hand back and saw a man standing at the door, looking somewhat like Brandon but with a much darker expression.

He stared at Monica with a strange look. She felt like a cold snake was watching her, making her very uncomfortable.

"Can I help you?" she asked warily.

The man smirked, "So, you're Brandon's wife, my sister-in-law? Quite the beauty."

This man was Brandon's brother?

Monica had heard about the Robinson family. Brandon was the eldest grandson, and he had a few cousins, but she hadn't heard of any brothers.

As the man stepped closer to the room, Monica clenched her fists. "Who are you? Brandon is resting. Please don't disturb him!"

She felt this man had bad intentions. Who knew what he wanted to do in the hospital room?

"I'm Wayne Robinson, Brandon's younger brother," Wayne said, stepping closer and shutting the door behind him, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam. "Mrs. Brandon Robinson, Brandon is in a coma. The doctors say he'll never wake up. Instead of being his wife and living a sexless life, why not be my lover?"

He pinned Monica against the wall, gripping her chin. "I'll be the heir to the Robinson family. You'll be much happier with me."

Monica was shocked by Wayne's actions and instinctively tried to struggle. "Get away from me! Don't touch me! I'm Brandon's wife! If you harm me, he won't let you get away with it!"

"Playing the virtuous wife? Brandon's a vegetable now, and you're still loyal to him?" Wayne's eyes flashed with jealousy. "You think he can stop me? How ridiculous! He used to be the family's golden boy, and I was just the illegitimate son. But now, he's in a vegetative state! I can do whatever I want with him. What can he do to me?"

He yanked her hair, trying to tear her clothes. "Even if I have sex with you right in front of him, can he wake up and stop me?"

Monica winced in pain. So, Wayne was Brandon's half-brother? She felt a wave of disgust, thinking of her own half-sister, Laura. She couldn't stand Wayne bullying Brandon like this. Enduring the pain, she kicked Wayne's knee. "Shut up! You bastard! Brandon is better than you! You're just a cockroach hiding in the shadows!"

Wayne didn't expect her to fight back. He cursed and grabbed her neck, dragging her to the couch. "Bitch, you want to die?"

Monica's heart raced with fear, and she screamed for help. "Help! He's trying to hurt Brandon!"

But there was no response from outside. The medical staff who should have been there were nowhere to be found. The power imbalance between her and Wayne was overwhelmingly unequal.

She struggled desperately, but it was no use. Her clothes were being torn apart. Just then, the lights dimmed.

Before she could react, a strong hand pulled her into an embrace, and a powerful kick sent Wayne flying, knocking him out cold.

The familiar scent of cologne filled her nose as she trembled in the man's arms.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here," a deep, gentle voice whispered in her ear. "I should have warned you about these bastards in the family. I'm sorry."

Brandon? Last night wasn't a dream? He really was pretending to be in a coma!

Thinking about how close she came to being assaulted by Wayne, she felt a surge of grievance. "Why are you pretending? If you weren't faking it, I wouldn't have to marry you!"

She had been upset about not having control over her marriage, but now she realized that marrying Brandon was dangerous.

In the darkness, Brandon's eyes flashed with displeasure. Did Monica mean she didn't want to marry him?

Remembering their passionate night, he felt even more annoyed. He lightly pinched her chin. "If you don't want to marry me, then who do you want to marry?"

Monica was taken aback. She hadn't thought about that. She used to have a boyfriend, but he dumped her when he found out Kathie had kidney failure.

She had no expectations for love, but she definitely didn't want to marry Brandon!

"That's none of your business! I want a divorce!" she said through gritted teeth. "I was forced to marry you. You should take responsibility for that!"

Brandon raised his chin, his eyes growing colder. "Fine, but before that, you need to cooperate with me."