Abstract of the book "His little thorn"

- Who the hell are you? Why are you helping me? - I'm your fiancé's brother. - What, brother? I clenched my fingers tightly into a fist, my blood boiling with rage. What the hell kind of brother? I don't have a fiancé! So he can go to hell. - And you seriously think I'll accept your help? I'd rather spit in your face than take your handouts! Get out of my café and out of my life! - I've already paid off your debt. You have no choice but to become mine. - Not for anything in the world.