VriXian AU Compilation [ Part 1 ]

GH 12

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Another attack.

But this time, they finally had a lead.

A small but crucial clue left behind at the scene—something the perpetrators didn't realize would expose them.

Fruiittie and Nics wasted no time. They worked behind the scenes, analyzing every detail, connecting the dots. And when they put the pieces together, the name that surfaced sent a chill down Christian's spine.

Rafael Martinez.

Fruiittie and Christian's own half-brother.

Christian sat at the head of the long office table, his fingers tightly interlocked as he tried to stay composed. His head was pounding, his mind refusing to accept what was in front of him.

Across from him, Fruiittie and Ate Nics sat side by side. Their usual playful expressions were gone, replaced by something grim.

Vrix stood near the door, arms crossed, his presence as cold and unreadable as ever.

Fruiittie slid a thick folder across the table. "Channy, you need to see this."

Christian didn't move.

"Ano 'to?" His voice was calm—too calm.

Nics sighed. "It's proof, Channy. Lahat ng attacks sa'yo... may koneksyon kay Rafael."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He let out a short laugh, disbelieving. "Raf? Hindi. Imposible."

Fruiittie's face softened, but her voice was firm. "I wish it wasn't true. Pero we checked everything. Bank transactions, leaked information... lahat may trail pabalik sa kanya."

Christian felt his breathing grow uneven.

"Anong rason niya? Bakit niya 'to ginagawa?"

Ate Nics hesitated before answering. "Hindi pa namin alam. Pero malinaw ang ebidensya. He's the one funding these attacks."

Christian's jaw clenched. He looked down at the folder but didn't open it.

"Ayoko." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Ayoko paniwalaan 'to."

Fruiittie reached out, her voice gentle. "Channy, I know how much you love him, pero hindi pwedeng isantabi 'to. He tried to kill you." She then sighed. "We're siblings but you know who he take after, right?"

Christian let out a bitter chuckle, running a hand down his face. "Nakakatawa, no? Akala ko, kahit hindi kami close, hindi siya ganito."

Nics leaned forward. "Anong plano mo?"

Christian inhaled sharply. "Aalamin ko kung bakit."

Fruiittie studied him. "And then?"

Christian's hands tightened into fists. "Depende sa sagot niya."

That night, Christian sat alone in his penthouse.

The folder lay unopened on the table in front of him.

He knew he should open it—face the truth. But he couldn't.

His own brother.

The betrayal cut deep.

"You're just confused, Christian."

Vrix's words from before echoed in his mind.

He had hated those words. But now, he was confused.

Because how could someone he trusted be the same person trying to destroy him?

A quiet knock pulled him from his thoughts.

He already knew who it was.

Vrix.

Vrix didn't say anything when he walked in.

He just sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching Christian with those cold, unreadable eyes.

Christian exhaled sharply. "Gusto ko siyang tanungin... pero takot ako sa isasagot niya."

Vrix leaned back. "Masakit?"

Christian let out a bitter laugh. "Tangina, ang gago naman ng tanong mo, Vrix, syempre masakit." His voice wavered. "Kapatid ko 'yon."

Vrix sighed. "Anong balak mong gawin?"

Christian swallowed hard. "Aalamin ko."

Vrix studied him for a long moment before nodding.

No empty words of comfort.

No promises that everything would be okay.

Just quiet understanding.

And for now, that was enough.

Christian stared at the ceiling, his mind drowning in thoughts he couldn't silence. The weight of the betrayal, the exhaustion of trying to be strong—it was too much.

And for once, he didn't want to be alone.

"Vrix." His voice was quiet, hesitant.

Vrix, who had been standing near the window with his arms crossed, turned to look at him. He didn't speak, just waited.

Christian hesitated before finally admitting, "Stay."

Vrix's brows furrowed slightly, as if contemplating whether to refuse. But he didn't.

Silently, he walked over and sat beside Christian on the bed, his usual distance surprisingly absent. He didn't touch him, didn't ask questions. He was just there.

Christian exhaled, staring at the dim glow of the bedside lamp.

For the first time, he realized—safety wasn't just about someone protecting his body.

It was about Vrix.

The way he stayed without being asked twice. The way he didn't push or demand explanations.

Just presence.

Christian shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against Vrix's arm.

Vrix didn't move away.

Didn't tease.

Didn't speak.

He just stayed.

And for the first time in a long time, Christian felt like he could breathe.