Betrayed by My Fiancé and Best Friend, My Brother Destroyed His Life for Revenge. This Time, I Refuse to Marry.

My brother is a psychopath. He’s bipolar, and when he tried to stop me from marrying my fiancé, he broke his own leg. Later, I was murdered—betrayed by my fiancé and my best friend, who had plotted together to kill me. On the day of my funeral, while I lay six feet under, they celebrated, laughing and planning how to spend my inheritance. My brother, with his broken leg and all, chased them across the globe like a man possessed. Covered in blood, he dragged their severed heads back to my grave. He cradled my corpse, his fingers brushing my hair, and whispered softly: “Don’t worry, kiddo. Your big brother’s always here.” Now I’ve been given a second chance. When my fiancé wrapped his arms around me and asked me to drug my brother’s water, I shoved that disgusting man away. “What’s wrong with my brother?” “He’s just a little too good at loving me.”