In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-5

“Why Me?”
He looked up, eyes tangled—shock, naked awkwardness. "Sarah… you…" His voice rasped like sandpaper, "Why… show me this?" My lips trembled; nails dug into my palms, anchoring me. Leaning forward, meeting his evasive gaze, my words icy shards: "Why you? Good question."
"Because you’re his brother! His most trusted person! Because he parties freely while making you do his dirty work—maintaining his 'good guy' image! Because he tramples your loyalty while enjoying your respect!" My voice rose, edged with tears but fueled by desperation: "He betrayed me. He betrayed YOU! He paved his affair with our trust!" "Help me," I commanded, locking eyes. "Help yourself too. Make him taste betrayal. Drag him down from that hypocrite pedestal! Ruin him! This isn't just for me. It's for both of us—for every piece of us he trampled!"

Leverage
Jason recoiled as if burned, shaking his head. "You’re insane! That’s David—my brother!" "Brother?" The word ignited my venom. A brittle laugh escaped me. "Fine. What about last year? That game-changing ad deal for your studio? 'Windsong Media'? Months of work, practically signed, right?" He paled, lips parting silently.

I leaned closer, pinning him. "How did it suddenly land with David's company? How did your team’s ideas become *his* core concept?" Pausing, letting each word sink like venom. "Need reminders? How many cigarettes on my balcony? How many beers? You told me, eyes red, 'Dave screwed me this time.' Remember? "David had bragged about this triumph, drunkenly declaring "business is war, even with kin." Now, it was my sharpest blade. Jason’s face blanched. His righteous fury vanished, replaced by stark reality. His hand on the table clenched into a fist, knuckles bone-white.