PUCK ME, STEPBROTHER
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Bryson POV
Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes.
He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met.
He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood.
But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way.
Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe.
I hate him.
I want him.
And I'm pretty sure he knows it.
Julian's POV
I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt.
Bryson Miller.
Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed.
I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good.
Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about.
I thought that was complicated enough.
Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..
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Chapter: Chapter 123Home sweet homeJulian POVYears have passed since the hospital room where we first held our daughters. The twins are five going to six now. Maya and Sophie. Loud and curious and completely impossible to keep still for more than thirty seconds.Maya is fearless. Climbs everything. Questions everything. Challenges me on rules with logic I can't always argue against.Sophie is quieter but equally stubborn. She loves books and drawing. Gets lost in her own world for hours until something—usually Maya—pulls her back to reality.Bryson struggles with lingering pain on bad days. His leg aches when weather changes. Mornings require careful stretching before he can move normally.But he walks easily now. Runs when the girls demand races. Carries both of them on his shoulders despite my protests that they're getting too big for that.I'm away often for games. The team travels more than I'd like. But I always come back. is Always make it home for bedtime stories and weekend breakfasts.Our apa
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Chapter: Chapter 122Something WholeBryson POVI finished my last day as an intern on a Friday afternoon.Walk out of the building with a box of personal items and a strange mixture of satisfaction and disbelief sitting in my chest.Monday, I return as a full-time staff member. The title feels strange in my mouth when people ask what I do now."I work in business development."The words sound like they belong to someone else. Someone older and more put-together.But apparently, they belong to me now.The work itself isn't drastically different. Same desk. Same computer. Same projects I've been managing for months.What changes is how people treat me. Younger workers look to me for answers now. Ask for my opinion during meetings. Request guidance on presentations and client calls.I mentor quietly. Share what I've learned. Take phone calls with steady hands even when imposter syndrome whispers that I have no idea what I'm doing.At night I tell Julian about my day while icing my leg, still necessary after
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Chapter: Chapter 121Building Something RealJulian POVI officially move into Bryson's apartment with one duffel bag and too many feelings I don't know how to name.The space is small. Nothing like the mansion with its sprawling rooms and cold elegance.But it feels real in ways the mansion never did.That first night I barely slept. I lie on the couch staring at the ceiling, listening to Bryson breathe from the bedroom. Every sound makes me tense, is he in pain? Does he need something? Should I check on him?I'm afraid that if I close my eyes too long, this fragile peace between us might disappear. That I'll wake up and find myself back in the mansion with Richard's ultimatums and Helen's rehearsed affection.Morning comes slowly. I hear Bryson moving in his room and I'm on my feet immediately."You okay?" I ask through the door."Yeah. Just getting up."I help him to the bathroom, then to the couch. Begin learning his morning routine through careful observation.I learn how much pain Bryson hides behin
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Chapter: Chapter 120Moving ForwardBryson POVWeeks pass in a blur of medication schedules and physical therapy appointments.Recovery is slow. Brutally slow. Every small improvement feels earned through gritted teeth and determination I didn't know I still possessed.The pain is constant. Some days it's a dull throb I can almost ignore. Other days it's sharp and immediate, stealing my breath when I move wrong.Therapy exhausts me in ways hockey never did. The exercises seem simple, lifting my leg, bending my knee, putting weight on my foot. But each movement requires focus and effort that leaves me drained.Julian stays with me through all of it."You're doing great," he says one afternoon after a particularly brutal session. "Better than yesterday.""Doesn't feel like it.""Trust me. You are."I hate how much I need him. Hate the vulnerability that comes with depending on someone who broke me before. Yet every time Julian smiles, genuine and warm, or quietly reassures me during a difficult moment, I f
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Chapter: Chapter 119Picking Sides Julian POVBryson is finally discharged from the hospital on a gray afternoon when rain threatens to fall but doesn't.He moves slowly, each step taken with caution and pain. The crutches make him clumsy. His face tightens with discomfort every time his weight shifts wrong.The doctor gives lengthy instructions about rest, medication schedules, and physical therapy appointments. He emphasizes that Bryson needs weeks of proper care and constant supervision to heal correctly."You'll need someone with you," the doctor says firmly. "At least for the first two weeks. No stairs. No standing for long periods. Someone needs to monitor you for complications."Bryson's mother immediately offers. "You can stay with us. We have plenty of space and I can…""No." Bryson's voice is quiet but absolute. "I just want to go home. To my apartment.""But honey, the apartment has stairs, and you'll be alone most of the day when I'm at work.""I'll manage."I step forward before I can think
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Chapter: Chapter 118Cracks and openingsBryson POVI spend the days watching Julian from the hospital bed.He's always present. Always helping. He doesn't push for more than I'm willing to give.The steadiness of it unsettles me more than anything else could. I keep waiting for him to slip back into old patterns. To choose his father's approval over me. To prioritize hockey or reputation or anything else.But he doesn't.Julian adjusts blankets when they shift during the night. Tracks my medication times better than the nurses do. Notices every wince of pain before I ever speak a word. Brings me water before I realize I'm thirsty. Small but constant things. Things that show he's paying attention in ways he never did before.I hate that my chest still reacts to him. Hate that my heart feels safer around him, like he's not the one who broke it. Because I remember, remember being broken.My body doesn't care about any of that. It just knows Julian is here now. Present and steady and refusing to leave.The
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Dirty Stepbrother
Dark RomanceHidden IdentityMafiaProtectiveCampusHate to LoveSecret Love
Sebastian's POV
I've been watching my stepbrother since the wedding.
He doesn't know. He thinks I'm cold. Distant. A rich asshole who doesn't care.
He's right about the cold part. My father made sure of that.
But when I see his manager grab him by the collar, when he accidentally sends me a shirtless photo meant for the girl who's been laughing at him behind his back — something in me cracks.
I protect him because I have to.
I want him because I'm weak.
And when my father starts circling Jae like prey, when I find out someone wants him dead and others just want him broken, I have to choose.
My family. Or the first person who ever made me understand what love means.
Touching him would be a sin.
Letting him die would be worse.
Jae's POV
In my world, you either survive alone or you don't survive at all.
My manager beats me. My girlfriend laughs at me online. My stepfather wants me on a stripper pole.
Then my stepbrother — cold, gorgeous, untouchable Sebastian — tells me he wants to protect me.
He says he'll make me forget everything she did.
But his father is obsessed with me. Someone is trying to kill me. And three years ago, my own father died in a bar that belongs to their family.
Falling for Sebastian would be dangerous.
Letting him go would be suicide.
But how do I trust a man who was ice yesterday and fire today? How do I know the hand pulling me out of the dark isn't the same one that buried my father?
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Chapter: Chapter 7The lights were still burning on my skin when I walked off the stage. My hands were shaking, not from nerves this time but from something else like adrenaline or the way those old men looked at me like I was a piece of meat, so I grabbed the cash off the edge of the stage — maybe fifty dollars this time — and stuffed it in the waistband of the boxer briefs because I didn't have anywhere else to put it. The red room felt smaller on the way out or maybe I was just done pretending I was okay with any of this.I pulled on my jeans and hoodie in the dressing room and the other guys were already gone so it was just me and the smell of sweat and that floor cleaner that doesn't clean anything. I didn't look at myself in the mirror again because I already knew what I'd see, a nineteen-year-old kid with bruises on his ribs and a split lip that kept opening up and a face that looked like it hadn't slept in a year.I walked upstairs, and Archer was leaning against the bar, nursing a whiskey. He s
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Chapter: Chapter 6What did I just do? What did I let him do? What does this even make me?I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.♡♡♡An hour later my phone buzzed.Sebastian: Behind the gym. Now.I typed back: Why?Sebastian: Just come. I stared at it. I should have ignored it. Should have thrown my phone at the wall. But I went anyway because I'm an idiot and because my dick was still sore from his hand and because I wanted to see if he'd look at me differently.He didn't.He was leaning against the wall near the dumpsters, arms crossed, jaw tight. He wasn't even looking at me. Just staring at the ground.I stood there for a second just looking at him. The way his jaw was set. The way his hands were shoved in his pockets. He looked almost as fucked up as I felt. Almost. But then again he wasn't the one who just got used like a cheap experiment."You showed up," he said."Yeah, no thanks to your creepy-ass text. What do you want?""That shouldn't have happened earlier.""No shit. You already said
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Chapter: Chapter 5Sebastian's hand was still on my jaw, his thumb moving in slow lazy circles against my cheekbone, and I couldn't fucking breathe.He was staring at my mouth."Tell me no," he said again, quieter this time.I didn't.Then he kissed me.His lips were soft at first and I felt the warmth and then he tilted his head and everything changed. His bottom lip caught mine and pulled a little and my mouth just opened and then his tongue was there. Just touched mine. And my toes curled in my shoes.I made this sound. I didn't mean to.His hand went to the back of my neck, fingers in my hair, and he pulled me closer. His other hand pressed into my shirt then slid around to my lower back and pulled me against him. My hips hit his and I felt how hard he was through his pants, felt it against my thigh, against my stomach, and I made that sound again, louder.He bit my lower lip. Soft. Then tugged it. Then licked it."Sebastian," I said. His name came out shaky.He pulled back and looked at me. His eye
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Chapter: Chapter 4I couldn't sleep all night.I lay on that mattress with the ceiling staring back at me, replaying every word Sebastian said.I must have checked my phone a hundred times. No texts from him. No damn explanation.By the time the sun came up, I had made two decisions.One: I was going to school. First day of a fresher year.I'd paid for it with blood and bruises, and I wasn't going to let Sophie or Jason or anyone else take that from me.Two: I was going to find Sebastian. And I was going to make him tell me what the fuck he meant.The third decision… I had to go to the club at eight o'clock tonight… I shoved into a box in the back of my head and didn't open.* * *The university was exactly what I expected. Big buildings. Girls in expensive leggings and guys in even more expensive sneakers. Rich kids everywhere who showed off.Everyone is laughing and talking, having fun.As I stepped into the hallway, I noticed everyone kept looking at me. Not just looking. They were even snickering to
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Chapter: Chapter 3"I will take you home. You're badly injured."I pushed myself up from the pavement I'd been sitting on. Everywhere in my body hurt… my ribs, my elbow, my fucking soul… and I hated that Sebastian seemed to have noticed all of it."What were you doing out here?" I asked. "Following me?""I was leaving." He shrugged. "Saw you run out like your ass was on fire. Wanted to find out what happened.""Nothing happened."Nothing happened. Just twenty minutes ago, I agreed to strip for money. Ten minutes ago, I found out my girlfriend had been playing me for a fool. And now I was standing on a wet street with my stepbrother, injured and bleeding, while the city went on around me like I didn't exist.Why the fuck does my life have to be this way? Why can't it just go normal like everyone else's?"I need to go home," I said."I will take you home. Just let me know the location." He nodded at his car, parked a few feet away from us but closer to the bar. The black Mercedes shone under the streetlig
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Chapter: Chapter 2Sebastian didn't reply.I checked my phone about 10 more times before falling asleep but there was nothing. Just that fucking read receipt glaring at me.I slept off.By morning, I'd decided it didn't matter.So what if my stepbrother saw my bare chest? It wasn't like I had anything impressive up there anyway.I'd delete his number, pretend like it never happened, and by the time university started, we'd be strangers again.That was my plan until I remembered I had to take his offer because, obviously, what else would put food in my fridge? My fridge had a half-empty jar of pickles and a yogurt that had already expired.I took my shower and dressed up, heading to Bar Solace.* * *The bar was in the nice part of town. I stood outside for a full minute just looking at the sign. It was in gold letters on black, classy as fuck, and I tried not to think about how Cole once made me clean a vomit puddle with my bare hands because "rags are for pussies." I walked in with one mindset.Avoid S
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