Liam Mia Blake Novel The Ungrateful Sister I Raised and Ruined

Leaving the restaurant my sister owned, I was stopped by the manager.
Excuse me, sir, you haven't paid your bill.
I looked at the unfamiliar face, assuming he was new and didn't recognize me.
So, I politely explained, Just put it on my sister's tab. She knows.
The male manager swept a dismissive glance over me.
"Sir, this is a Michelin three-star establishment. We don't have a 'tab' system here."
He finished speaking and handed me a printed bill.
I glanced down.
A single meal, fifty thousand dollars.
Utensil Radiance Maintenance Fee: Three thousand.
Exclusive Ambient Air Purification: Five thousand.
VIP Serenity & Emotional Support Service: Ten thousand.
And a bunch of other ridiculous charges.
I had no idea my sister ran such a shady business.
I laughed in disbelief.
"I'm Mia's brother, the owner. If there's an issue, she can come talk to me at home."
But he wouldn't let it go.
"If you can't afford it, just say so. Don't try to pull rank or pretend you're family with our owner."
I shot a text to my assistant: Tell my sister to either fire this guy or I'm pulling all my investments.



"Sir, don't waste everyone's time. Just pay up."
His tone was full of smug certainty and biting contempt, as if he'd already pegged me as a cheap opportunist trying to leech off women to get ahead. A few curious stares from nearby customers were already drifting my way.
I frowned, not wanting to waste time on such a ridiculous situation. I pulled out my phone and dialed Mia's number directly.
But all I got was a cold, robotic busy signal. I tried again, same result.
Workday. What the hell is she doing?
I lowered my phone, fixing my gaze on the aggressive man in front of me. I reiterated, word by word:
"I'm going to say this one more time. My name is Liam. I am Mia's biological brother, your boss."
"Her phone's off right now, but you can check her credit card. My photo and information are linked to it."
I thought this was the most direct and effective way to solve the problem.
But the male manager, Blake, after hearing my name, didn't bother to verify. Instead, he burst into a loud, grating laugh.
He laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, drawing even more attention.
Then, he suddenly leaned in close, lowering his voice until only we two could hear him. "Still playing games? I've seen your face in Mia's photo album countless times! You're that persistent pest who always sticks his nose into our business! And now you have the nerve to waltz into her restaurant, trying to put your meal on her tab? Do you really think you're someone important?"
I froze for a split second, glancing at his name tag C Blake. Then, an overwhelming sense of exasperation washed over me. Mia's boyfriend, the one she'd kept so secret, refusing to even show me a single photo.
It was this stupid, malicious man standing right in front of me.
How could her taste be so utterly terrible?
Turns out, this fifty-thousand-dollar "sky-high bill" today wasn't a misunderstanding at all. It was a premeditated setup designed to humiliate me.
Before I could even speak, he'd completely lost his patience.
"Since this gentleman wants to go dining and dashing, we'll just have to detain him until the police arrive!"
He waved a hand, and two burly security guards, who had been standing by, immediately stepped forward.
They were two well-trained strongmen, and I was completely outnumbered. My resistance was quickly suppressed; my arms were twisted brutally behind my back.
I struggled violently but couldn't break free from their professional hold. They ignored my furious glare and the alarmed looks of the other customers, roughly dragging me towards the back kitchen.
Then I was roughly shoved into a storage room reeking of stale food and harsh disinfectant. The door slammed shut, cutting off all light and sound from outside.



In the dark, the male manager, Blake, didn't say a word. He raised his leather-shod foot and kicked me hard in the stomach.
The sharp pain made me gasp, my stomach churning violently.
"That's for trying to freeload off my woman!"
"That's for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
He screamed, his voice warped by jealousy and rage. He looked down at me, ordering the two strongmen, "Beat him! Teach him a lesson he won't forget!"
The two security guards were clearly his loyal henchmen. Without hesitation, a relentless storm of punches and kicks rained down on me. I bit down hard, swallowing every cry of pain. My bones felt like they were being shattered, my internal organs dislocated.
His taunts continued. "What do you think you are? Nothing but a pathetic freeloader, living off his sister's success!"
"I told you I'm her brother! If you don't believe me, ask Mia! Call her right now, I'll tell her!" I struggled to explain, but the man ignored me completely. Only when I started feeling dizzy did he raise a hand to stop them.
He nudged my shoulder with the tip of his leather shoe, looking at me triumphantly. "You'd better be a good boy and pay for that meal today, then cough up another hundred thousand dollars."
"That's what you get for meddling in my and Mia's business and trying to use her money."
"I'm not afraid of making a scene. Mia will sort it out for me."
I was curled up in a ball, aching all over, weakly protesting, "That's my own money. I told you, if you don't believe me, ask her."
His face changed. He kicked me, and the two security guards immediately understood, their punches and kicks raining down on me again. I knew he wouldn't listen to anything I said. If this continued, I could really be in serious trouble.
After I coughed up a mouthful of blood, I used my last ounce of strength to grope for my phone on the floor.
"Stop... I'll... I'll pay."
He seemed satisfied with my surrender. He motioned for the two security guards to stop, then squatted down and patted my swollen cheek. "See? Would've been easier to just do that from the start, wouldn't it? You had to learn the hard way, huh?"
"One hundred thousand dollars. Not a cent less."
I lay sprawled on the cold floor, gasping for breath, my lungs burning. I ignored him and dialed my friend Ryan's number.
The call was answered quickly.
"Ryan, bring two hundred grand to my sister's restaurant."
"I need it now."
Ryan paused on the other end, then sensed something was wrong. "Liam? What's going on with you? Your voice sounds..."
"Don't ask. Just hurry." I cut him off and hung up.
Blake's eyes lit up at the mention of "two hundred grand," a flash of greed crossing his face. He probably thought I was scared silly and was offering more money to beg for mercy. The triumph on his face was now impossible to hide.