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31 – OF DEEPER SECRETS AND BREAKING RULES

作者: Chignature
last update 公開日: 2026-04-20 14:22:46

NOEL

I was already at the door to my room before my phone pinged with a notification from one of my teammates in the group chat.

‘Another Stanford Family Scandal?’

Who Stanford? Perhaps more celebrity gists that I hated to involve myself with.

I let myself in and clicked on the video just in time to see two girls verbal sparring.

It was none of my business at first until Anahera’s face came into view. The camera panned to the girl she was arguing with…Eleanor.

Stanford. Jax.

“Isn’t this Ja
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  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   48 — OF KISSING BOOTHS AND WET JUICE

    NOELAnahera was everything but impulsive. However, I feared that her hanging out with me often than usual was starting to rub on her. In ways that her brother would despise or trace back to me. When she started pulling me toward the kissing booth, I did everything to back out of it.She wasn’t drunk. So how could she not have seen “KISSING BOOTH” in bold letters overhead? Even worse that the ambience inside fit the purpose of the place. It had taken me everything to keep my hands off her body tonight since I saw her open her door, wearing nothing but my jersey. Looking like a fucking dream with her hair tumbling down her shoulders in soft waves. Blood had never rushed so faster through my body. I was nothing but a ticking time bomb of desire when she reached around me to hold on during the bike rides. The only thing I could help was my reaction. I’d be damned if I hadn’t bitten my tongue more than once to use the pain to steer my brain out of the gutters. And I was winning.

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   47 — OF MISTAKES AND PHOTO BOOTHS

    ANAHERAUnder different circumstances, throwing up my guts would have been a better remedy for my stomachache.After all, it tended to clear pathways in one’s body. Throwing up in the presence of Noel while he held up my hair? Now, that was another level of embarrassment. “Here.” I raised my head to see Rose passing me a bottle of water. She looked sorry for the pathetic condition I was in.After I’d rinsed my mouth, I straightened to my feet with very little glance at the man who just tucked my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry I ruined your night,” I began to apologize but Rose wasn’t having it. “This happens so often to people around here it’s become normal. If you want, I can give you some honeyed tea to make you feel better.”“Thank you.” Shame pushed forward in my words even as I tried not to dwell on it. So what? People throw up all the time. Fuck. “Are you okay?” Noel asked in a soft tone. He reached up to tuck my hair back. “A little while now and you’ll be feeling bett

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   46 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (III)

    ANAHERA Of all the places I guessed Noel would be taking me to, nothing prepared me for the sight of… “A Christmas market?!” I shrieked, ignoring the dozens of heads that turned to look in our direction. “Holy shit!” Noel winced. “Language, please. There are kids around.” I slapped a hand over my lips. “I’m so sorry. It’s just…I’ve never been to a place like this despite how much I wanted to as a kid.” “I can see that.” He chuckled. After my parents died, there wasn’t much to sit around for. So Dominik and I moved out and there was the death to it being in my wishlist. This was like a fucking fantasy. A wet dream come true. Only that this one was filled with stringed fairly lights dangling from shop to shop, the aroma of greasy foods permeating the air, the laughter of kids running about. This was paradise. “Let’s get you started on something.” Noel held out a hand which I grabbed without thinking twice. The food stall was the first place we went to. I tri

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   45 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (II)

    ANAHERA “Okay, I was wrong. You were right. This is cool!” I shouted into the wind, hoping Noel caught my words. He did, because his body moved. I, on the other hand, couldn’t get what his response was but I knew it was nothing less than mockery for my unbelief. I used to think helmets were tight, stuffy, smelly cocoons to keep your head in during bike rides and that they were uncomfortable. However, the one on my head begged to differ. The interior was made of the softest, cushiony cotton, even though it weighed a little on me. Not to mention it smelled like cotton candy and Cedar. Like Noel. The man did a sudden swerve to the right and I was forced to clasp my hands tighter around him, locking my fingers together in horror. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” I shrieked, uncaring that he heard me. His body shook again. The nerve of him to laugh at me. The ride from then on was smooth having left the city to burst out into our old neighborhood with cleaner air and le

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   44 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (I)

    ANAHERA I’d just settled in bed when my phone buzzed with a message from my supervisor whom I hadn’t heard from in weeks. Dr. Tiare. The woman who managed to make my life shit just by assigning me to the one person I begged her to not to. In the text, she asked that a full report on my patient’s recovery be submitted to her via email. Just that. No calling to ask if I survived the patient. These past few weeks, the only thing I’d managed to keep was tons of secrets, as well as the family I had, away from me. Because of her, and my crazed patient who had somehow managed to make a heart attack seem mild to the frantic pounding of my heart whenever he stood near. I yanked out the clipboard from my duffel with more force than necessary. After I’d compiled the reports into a file, I realized that the one month duration was drawing to an end. And for some reason, it saddened me. “No, Anahera. You can’t be serious,” I chided myself, which conveniently was the only

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   43 — OF FINAL STRAWS AND FALLOUT

    ANAHERA When my first ball went straight into the gutter, it solidified what I thought about bowling. It was a terrible idea. I was prepared to hear Noel roaring in laughter at my failure. He didn’t. In fact, he did quite the opposite. He just stepped up beside me, adjusted my stance with gentle hands on my hips, showing me how to follow through. “Like this,” he murmured, close enough that his breath brushed my ear. “Relax your wrist.” I knocked down seven pins. “Oh, I’m so good at this!”He gave a high-five so hard that my palm stung. Guess who also teased me mercilessly when I ruined the next ball?Between turns, we sat down next to each other with our shoulders brushing, trading insults and laughs. Every time he got all pins, he did a ridiculous victory dance that made me snort into my soda, nearly vomiting the drink through my nose. By the time we finished the game, he won by a narrow margin. My cheeks hurt—I mean, my ass cheeks too from falling a few times and my face fr

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 4 – OF NACHOS AND REGRETS

    ANAHERA“Is that right, baby?” Noel asks quietly. “The ugly boy.”“Yes.”He laughs. It’s harsh this time. “That’s rich coming from you. You talk about ugliness? Maybe you should ask your brother about ugliness, Anahera. Ask Saint Dominik how he treated people who didn’t have a big brother to protec

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 3 – OF ARROGANCE AND BLIND RAGE

    ANAHERA I stare at the dashboard. My reflection in the rearview mirror looks terrified. My hair has been pulled back into a severe, no-nonsense bun that says, ‘I am a professional, do not mess with me,’ but my eyes are too wide and frantic.Oh my God, I’m going to throw up at whats-his-name’s feet

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 2 – OF STOLEN KISSES AND PATIENTS

    ANAHERA The sound of fist meeting jaw echoes through the room, shattering against the festive atmosphere. The stranger stumbles back but he doesn’t go down. He may be as big as Dominik, but my brother is running on pure, unadulterated big-brother rage. He lunges again, grabbing the guy and shovin

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 1– OF PEPPERMINT AND WHISKEY

    ANAHERAThe winter outside the venue chips at my exposed skin but inside, it feels like I’ve stepped into a furnace of ego and expensive cologne. There is enough body heat to melt the polar ice at this point. “You okay, Ana?” Dominik asks, adjusting his tie for the hundredth time. He looks like a

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