He Stole My Yacht For His Mistress, So I Took His Empire

Summary

My fiancé's new plaything was the very same girl my brother had once obsessed over and stolen away.

To win her, the two of them went head-to-head at an auction, practically tearing the place apart.

In the end, my fiancé dropped a small fortune and walked away with the prize.

My brother sneered, taking his frustration out on me:

"You're pathetic. Can't even keep your own man in line."

I said nothing.

After all, Damian and I were just a strategic business arrangement.

We'd agreed long ago to do our own thing and stay out of each other's business.

A few days later.