She Is Mine
He stood, slowly, as if trying not to startle me. “You were going to let him back in. After everything. After all he did. You were going to let him near the kids.”
“I’m not doing this right now,” I snapped. “Not with you pretending like you’re some victim.”
“I am a victim, Remi!” His voice rose. “I gave you everything. Every ounce of loyalty. Every minute of patience. I stood by you while he forgot you—forgot you—and you still picked him.”
I stared at him, stunned by how quickly his mask slipped.
“And now what?” I whispered. “You think holding me here will change that?”
“No,” he said, breathing harder now. “But maybe, finally, it’ll give you space. Space from him. Space to see what you really need.”
“And you think that’s you?” I scoffed.
He took a step forward.
I lifted my chin. “Rowan would never do this to me.”
Asher froze.
“Rowan wouldn’t drug me. He wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t act like nothing’s wrong while I sit here wondering what happened to my body—my life.”
His hands curled into fists.
“You talk about him like he’s a monster,” I said. “But today? Right now? You’re the one I’m scared of.”
And I meant every word.
The silence that followed was thick. Asher stood there, breathing hard, jaw clenched. His hands were still at his sides, but they flexed—opening and closing like he didn’t know what to do with them. His eyes flickered. Something in him cracked just a little, and for a second, he looked almost… lost.
Then the door flew open.
“Asher!”
I jerked back, startled. Another man entered—tall, dark suit, sharp features, and fury carved deep into his face.
Carter.
Asher’s brother.
“Asher, are you insane?” Carter snapped, slamming the door behind him. “You kidnapped her?”
I froze. This wasn’t some planned drop-in. Carter didn’t even look at me. His focus was all on his brother.
Asher stepped toward him. “She needed space. Time. She was confused.”
Carter pointed at me, voice rising. “You tied her up with lies and drugs and locked her in a damn room. You think that’s giving her space?”
“She would’ve gone back to him,” Asher hissed. “I had to do something.”
“You had to lose your mind, is what you did!” Carter barked. “Do you have any idea what you’ve caused? Rowan is pissed. ”
“I don’t care what Rowan hinks—”
“This isn’t about Rowan!” Carter shouted. “This is about the hospital! He came there with armed security, with a search team! Our people are being questioned. They know she’s missing, and they think we had something to do with it! They called out name continuously. Remi is important. Fuck, even some of the government have hand in her research facility. Think through your head Asher!”
My heart leapt. Rowan’s looking for me.
“Good,” Asher said, almost childishly. “He should worry. They all should.”
Carter looked like he could explode. “You’re jeopardizing everything.”
Asher scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m fixing things.”
“You’re delusional,” Carter bit out.
“She was mine first,” Asher said, voice dropping low. “Before him. Before all of this. And she will be again.”
I took a shaky step back.
Carter finally turned to look at me. There was guilt in his expression now. “Remi, I didn’t know—”
“She’s staying,” Asher said sharply. “Don’t talk to her like she’s leaving.”
Carter’s eyes narrowed. “She’s not yours. She’s a person. Not some fantasy you can trap in a house until she magically loves you back.”
“She already does. She just forgot.”
My stomach twisted.
“Asher,” Carter said, voice more cautious now, like he was talking to someone standing on a ledge. “You need to let her go.”
“I can’t.” Asher’s voice cracked. “She makes everything make sense.”
I shook my head, unable to stop the tremble in my fingers.
Carter took a step forward. “If Rowan calls in the authorities, we’re done. You’re done. Let her walk out of here. Now.”
Asher turned away from him.
Then, slowly, he turned back.
His face was blank.
“Do it then.”
Carter blinked. “Do what?”
Asher’s eyes slid over to me, soft. Too soft. “Thw lobotomy. Then we won't have to worry about anything. She can tell Rowan to go fuck himself. So Perform the procedure. You said you were working on it on that orphan girl.”
Carter went still. “Asher, don’t—”
“She’s a neurosurgeon. She’ll understand. She knows how it works. One adjustment. One small cut. Take out the obsession. Take out the part that wants him.”
Carter looked horrified. “You’re talking about a lobotomy.”
Asher nodded, calmly. “Just enough to make her stay.”
“No,” Carter said sharply. “Absolutely not.”
“She’ll be happier,” Asher whispered, eyes back on me. “She won’t feel torn anymore. She won’t be scared. We can start over. Just you, me… and no more pain.”
I backed up until my shoulder hit the wall.
“And then,” Asher said, eyes gleaming now, “we can have our wedding.”
The room went still.
I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t.
Carter stared at his brother, his face pale with disbelief, like he was seeing a stranger wear Asher’s skin. “What the hell are you saying?”
Asher didn’t look at him. His eyes were still on me, like I was glass and he’d finally figured out how to hold me without shattering me.
My lips trembled. “Asher… don’t. Please. You’re scaring me.”
His expression didn’t change. “I’m saving you.”
“No. You’re not. You’re hurting me. You’re hurting yourself.”
“Asher,” Carter said again, louder now, stepping forward, “this is beyond obsession. This is sick. You need to stop. Now.”
“You said you were close,” Asher replied, calm and eerie. “You said you could do it without damaging speech or motor function. Just… emotional redirection.”
“That was a theoretical discussion during a conference,” Carter snapped. “Not a greenlight to scramble your ex’s brain because she doesn’t want you!”
Asher’s jaw tensed. “She does want me.”
“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I don’t. And if you ever loved me—even for a goddamn second—you wouldn’t even be thinking about this.”
Carter stepped between us. “You’re not touching her. I mean it, Asher. This ends now.”
Asher’s gaze finally left me. He turned to Carter slowly, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
Then he smiled.
“I always knew you were jealous.”
Before Carter could respond, Asher’s fist shot out and cracked across his brother’s face.
Carter stumbled, swearing, and then lunged back with a solid punch of his own, landing hard against Asher’s jaw. The tray of food clattered to the floor, the soup bowl shattering.
“Are you insane?” Carter yelled, breathing hard. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Asher wiped blood from his mouth, his expression darkening. “If you touch me again, I swear to God, I will end your medical career. I’ll have your license revoked. I’ll make sure you never operate again.”
Carter didn’t back down. “You want to silence me? Go ahead. But after this? After what you’ve done—you won’t be touching a scalpel either.”
They stared at each other, fists clenched, years of brotherhood unraveling right in front of me.
“I need to speak with her,” Carter said sharply.
“No.”
“She deserves to choose. She is not a thing.”
“She is a woman and She’s mine.”
Carter turned
to me. “Five minutes. That’s all I need. Let me speak to my friend.”
Asher hesitated, he snarled at Carter. then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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