He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

He could hold my face in both hands and mean, with his whole attention, to end me, and feel no war inside himself about it at all.

I had thought I was the most cherished woman in the state.

I was the most carefully handled.

Chapter 3 — My Brother Stood Up

“Marlowe.”

My brother’s voice, from the back seat.

Rhys.

I turned, half-drowned in grief already, certain I was about to watch the last person I loved go under with me.