The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor.
“Tell me,” he said, low and dangerous. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”
“You,” I panted, spreading wider, shameless. “It’s yours—please, Micaiah—”
“Come on my cock,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”
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Maliya comes home after two years abroad, hoping everything she ran from has finally cooled. But the moment she steps through the door, she realizes nothing has changed—especially not the one person she never wanted to face again.
Micaiah.
Her stepbrother. Her almost. Her reason for disappearing.
She plans to keep her distance, start classes, rebuild her life… until her parents drop the news: they’ve transferred her to a new university, the one where Micaiah works as a professor. And they’re leaving for a three-month honeymoon, meaning she and Micaiah will be living in the same house. Alone.
Maliya tells herself she can handle it.
But Micaiah has his own ideas about unfinished business.
Three months isn’t long… unless you’re stuck with the one person you swore you’d never fall for again.
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Chapter: obsessedChapter Forty-Two— obsessed ⚔Daemon's POV⚔I sat in my office, staring at Maliya's contact in my phone.No messages. No calls. Nothing since our last conversation two days ago.She should have texted by now. She always texted—little updates about her day, complaints about homework, random observations that made me smile despite myself.But there was nothing."You're staring at your phone again."Victor stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking entirely too knowing."I'm working.""You're obsessing. There's a difference." He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. "When was the last time you heard from her?""Two days ago.""And you're worried.""I'm concerned. She's consistent with communication. The silence is unusual.""Or maybe she's busy. College students have lives that don't revolve around mysterious consultants they barely know."He wasn't wrong. But something felt off.I pulled up the surveillance reports Victor's team had compiled. Maliya's movements over the pas
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Chapter: little liarChapter Forty-One— little liar ☆Micaiah's POV☆Rain started falling the moment I left the club.Fat drops that turned into a downpour within seconds, drenching everything. The kind of sudden Arizona storm that came out of nowhere and flooded the streets.Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.I stood in the alley behind Neon, water streaming down my face, and dialed Mali's number again.It rang. And rang. And rang.Voicemail."Mali, answer your goddamn phone. I'm not playing games. I know you're upset but you're drunk and alone and—" I stopped myself before I said something I'd regret. "Just call me back. Please."I hung up and immediately tried again.Straight to voicemail this time.She'd turned off her phone. Or blocked me. Either way, she was out here somewhere in the rain, wasted and vulnerable and probably hating me.And she thought I was the loser.She'd called Daemon. Asked him for help instead of me.The jealousy burned hotter than it should have.I pulled up the tracking app
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: little liarChapter Forty-One— little liar ☆Micaiah's POV☆Rain started falling the moment I left the club.Fat drops that turned into a downpour within seconds, drenching everything. The kind of sudden Arizona storm that came out of nowhere and flooded the streets.Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.I stood in the alley behind Neon, water streaming down my face, and dialed Mali's number again.It rang. And rang. And rang.Voicemail."Mali, answer your goddamn phone. I'm not playing games. I know you're upset but you're drunk and alone and—" I stopped myself before I said something I'd regret. "Just call me back. Please."I hung up and immediately tried again.Straight to voicemail this time.She'd turned off her phone. Or blocked me. Either way, she was out here somewhere in the rain, wasted and vulnerable and probably hating me.And she thought I was the loser.She'd called Daemon. Asked him for help instead of me.The jealousy burned hotter than it should have.I pulled up the tracking app
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Chapter: pregnancyChapter Forty-Two— pregnancy ★Maliya's POV★I hung up and stumbled back toward the dance floor.Another drink. I needed another drink to make the spinning stop. Or make it spin faster. Either way worked.A guy materialized next to me. Tall. Dark hair. Nice shoulders. I pressed against him without thinking, letting the music move through both of us."You okay?" he shouted over the bass."I'm perfect," I lied, my hands sliding up his chest. "You're pretty. Did I tell you that already?""Yeah, like three times.""Well, it's still true."He laughed and spun me around, pulling my back against his chest. His hands settled on my hips and I let them, closing my eyes against the flashing lights.This was better. Bodies and music and not thinking. Not feeling.Not remembering.But my mind wouldn't cooperate.My hand drifted to my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my dress. Against the scar hidden beneath.The scar no one knew about.The scar that marked the biggest mistake I'd ever made.
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: drunkChapter forty-one— drunk ☆Micaiah's POV☆ "Moretti's here." Kieran's voice cut through the noise. I followed his gaze to the VIP section across the club where Vincent Moretti held court, surrounded by his usual entourage of yes-men and women who cost more per hour than most people made in a week. "Wonderful," I muttered. "We should say hello. Politics and all that." "I'd rather drink battery acid." "Come on. Five minutes. We need to know where he stands with this newcomer situation." He was right. As much as I hated the idea of making small talk with Vincent fucking Moretti, we needed intelligence. And Moretti had his fingers in enough pies to know who was making moves in Phoenix. We made our way across the club. Moretti saw us coming and waved off the blonde draped over his shoulder. "Hayes. Walker." He gestured to the empty seats. "Didn't expect to see you boys out tonight. Thought you were too busy playing war games." "Taking a break," I said, sliding into the offered sea
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: clubChapter Forty— club ☆Micaiah's POV☆ I punched the wall before I could stop myself. Once. Twice. Three times until my knuckles split and blood smeared across the white paint. The pain was sharp. Immediate. Nothing compared to the look on Mali's face when she'd called me her stepbrother. When she'd looked at me like I was nothing. Like we were nothing. I stared at my bleeding hand, flexing my fingers. The skin had torn across two knuckles. Deep enough to need stitches probably. I didn't care. "Fuck." The word came out raw. Broken. I'd fucked up. Monumentally. Catastrophically. Rhianna's call had come at ten last night. Hysterical crying about a break-in at her house. Glass everywhere. Her security system disabled. She was terrified, alone, begging me to come. And I'd gone. Because that's what the deal required. Public boyfriend. Visible support. Playing the role Barton had demanded. But I should have texted Mali. Should have explained. Should have done literally anything be
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
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