Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 119

(Dilara's

POV)

From where I stood, half-hidden behind a huge oak tree at the edge of the courthouse, I watched Ethan Crawford get eviscerated by his father.

The elder Crawford's face was a deep shade of red, veins bulging at his temples as he jabbed a finger at Ethan's chest. Ethan, for all his smugness, now looked like a scolded child. His shoulders hunched as his father berated him. It was like the weight of his failure was finally sinking in.

"This is what you've done to us, Ethan!" Mr. Crawford roared and his voice carried across the parking lot. "Millions-millions I've spent covering your damn messes. And for what? For it to all come crashing down now?" Ethan, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found, stammered. "Dad, I-"

"Don't you dare!" his father spat. "Do you have any idea what you've cost me? My reputation? My investments in the center? The board's on my back, and now this... this rape case of yours is public! Do you know how many skeletons I've buried to keep your name clean?"

I chuckled softly to myself, but it was bitter. It was almost poetic, watching Ethan's world crumble. The man who had once held so much power over me now looked so small, so insignificant. But this wasn't enough. Not yet.

This wasn't just about me-it never was. It was about every girl he'd hurt, every life he'd shattered. For years, I'd thought I was alone in my pain as I carried the consequences of his actions in silence. But I wasn't alone. And I wasn't silent anymore.

I glanced down at my phone as the notifications from the Facebook group lit up the screen.

*"Thank you for starting this, Dilara."*

*"I've waited so long to tell my story."*

*"We'll fight him together."*

The messages poured in, one after the other. Survivors, women who had been silenced for years, were finally finding their voices.

I had started the group two weeks ago, shortly after publicizing the extent of Ethan's crimes. At first, it was just a handful of us-women I'd tracked down through rumors and networking. But word spread quickly, and now there were dozens. Maybe even hundreds soon.

I tapped into the chat.

*"Ladies, it's time."*

The responses came in immediately.

*"Let's do this."*

*"He won't get away with it."*

*"For the ones who can't fight back."*

My chest tightened as I read the words; anger and hope swelled in me.

This wasn't just about taking Ethan down. It was about sending a message to him, to his father, to every man who thought they could use their power and money to destroy lives.

I turned my gaze back to Ethan. His father had stormed off and left him alone in the parking lot, his head in his hands.

yet," I murmured to myself. "And I'm going to make sure you

walked away in

was only

...

(Hande's POV)

faint noise of a printer in the background. Eddie and I were sitting across from the travel program coordinator, who had just handed us a thick packet of forms. Eddie groaned dramatically and slumped in his chair. "All this paperwork just to see the world? Can't

nudged him with my elbow. "Eddie, you barely know how to pack a bag, let alone wing it across multiple

clasped his hands behind his head. "That's why I have

charm that convinced me to

coordinator cleared her throat as he tried to maintain professionalism while she fought back a laugh. "The two of you have quite

name on the first form. "He'll

to be offended. "I'll have it securely in my-" He patted his pockets, then froze.

out laughing, shaking my

what's the plan? You hit the books, I hit the keyboard, and then we become a world-conquering duo?" "More like I study while you pretend to code and distract me,"

going to be

your first

moment, then

goofiness, I couldn't imagine exploring the world with

...

(Charlotte's POV)

to echo with memories of

since I'd returned to France, but it felt like an eternity. I missed them all-Hande's

reaching for a jar of jam on the supermarket shelf. The mundane tasks of daily life were supposed to

that sent a jolt through my heart said

gripped the jar tightly as I turned around. And there he was-Bundah, standing awkwardly

whispered, barely able to

smiled nervously. "Bonjour... uh... comment ça

me as tears welled up in

reached for mine. "I... I missed you, Charlotte. I couldn't stop thinking about

tears and gripped his hands tightly. "Me too.

voice was trembling slightly as he took a deep breath, "I came here to tell you something important." "What?" I

warm, reassuring smile I'd missed so much. "I want to marry you,

a moment, I forgot how to breathe. "You...

And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So,

couldn't hold back the laughter and tears as I threw my arms

time since leaving the center, I

...

(Dilrah's POV)

her shirt. She looked

after this," I said quietly, keeping my gaze fixed

had widened with a plea. "What do