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A Bully For A StepBrother. The Ghost
(KAIRA'S POV)The word hung in the air like a death sentence.Slade's face had gone pale—paler than I'd ever seen it. His hand, still gripping mine, had turned cold. His entire body had gone rigid, like he'd been struck by lightning.The woman—his mother—stood perfectly still, her green eyes fixed on him with an expression I couldn't quite read. Pain. Longing. Regret."Slade," she said again, her voice soft, almost pleading. "I know this is a shock.""A shock?" Slade's voice was hollow. "You've been gone for seventeen years. You left without a word. And now you show up here, in the lobby of the man who—" He stopped, his jaw tightening.The woman's gaze flickered to me, then back to Slade. "I know what Richard did. That's why I'm here."Detective Webb stepped forward, his expression wary. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to explain yourself. Who are you?"She straightened, her composure returning. "My name is Elena Horton. I'm Slade's mother."Webb's eyebrows rose. "Elena Horton. I though
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Whitmore Doctor.
(KAIRA'S POV)The lobby of Whitmore Industries was cold and sterile.Marble floors gleamed under harsh fluorescent lights. A massive reception desk dominated the center of the room, behind which sat three perfectly coiffed receptionists who looked like they'd been carved from the same mold.Webb approached the desk, his badge already in hand."Detective Marcus Webb. I'm here to see Richard Whitmore."The receptionist's smile faltered. "Do you have an appointment?""No. But I think he'll want to see us."She glanced at the badge, then at me and Slade. Her expression flickered with something—curiosity, maybe, or concern—before she picked up the phone."Mr. Whitmore's office. There's a detective here to see him." A pause. "I understand. I'll send them up."She hung up and gestured toward the elevators. "Forty-second floor. Someone will meet you there."---The elevator ride felt endless.I watched the numbers climb, my heart pounding in my chest. Beside me, Slade was a steady presence, h
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Investigation
(KAIRA'S POV)I didn't sleep that night.I lay in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything Victor Reyes had told us. Richard Whitmore. The name echoed in my head like a drumbeat, relentless and unforgiving.I remembered him now—or at least, I remembered pieces. He'd been at my father's funeral, standing in the back, wearing a dark suit and a solemn expression. I'd thought nothing of it at the time. He was just another face in the crowd of mourners.But he wasn't mourning. He was celebrating.I felt the anger rise in my chest, hot and suffocating. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something. I wanted to find Richard Whitmore and make him feel even a fraction of the pain he'd caused.But I couldn't. Not yet. Not until we had a plan.Slade stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist. "You're thinking too loud," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.I turned to look at him, his face soft in the dim light. "I can't help it."He opened his eyes,
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Truth.
(KAIRA'S POV)The flight to Chicago was three hours.I spent most of it staring out the window, watching the clouds drift past, my mind churning with everything Detective Webb had told us. My father had been murdered. Someone had paid Victor Reyes to kill him. And whoever had done it was still out there, living their life while my father was dead.I felt Slade's hand close over mine."Whatever happens," he said quietly, "I'm with you."I turned to look at him, my heart swelling despite the anxiety knotting my stomach. "I know."We landed in Chicago just after noon. The city sprawled beneath us as the plane descended—a grid of steel and glass, of neighborhoods and secrets. Somewhere down there, Victor Reyes was waiting.And somewhere down there, the truth about my father's death was buried.---Detective Webb met us at the airport.He drove us through the city, past familiar landmarks and unfamiliar streets. I hadn't been back to Chicago since I was eighteen—the memories too painful, t
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Call
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade's expression shifted instantly—from confusion to concern to something harder, sharper. He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me, his hands resting on his knees."Tell me," he said, his voice steady.I took a shaky breath, trying to organize my thoughts. The words felt stuck in my throat, tangled with years of grief and unanswered questions."A detective called me," I said finally. "From Chicago. He wants to meet with me about my father's case."Slade's brow furrowed. "Your father's case? I thought it was a car accident.""So did I." I swallowed hard. "But he said there's new evidence. Discrepancies in the original investigation."Slade was quiet for a moment, processing. Then he reached out and took my hand."Okay," he said. "What do you want to do?""I told him I'd meet him tomorrow. At a café on Elm Street.""Then I'm coming with you.""Slade—""I'm not letting you walk into this alone." His voice was firm, brooking no argument. "Whatever this is, whatev
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Honeymoon Phase.
Chapter One: The Honeymoon PhaseSix Months Later---KAIRA'S POV---The thing nobody tells you about marriage is that it's not actually that different from dating—except now you have a piece of paper that says you're stuck together forever, and your mother-in-law suddenly feels entitled to comment on your interior design choices."Kaira, darling, don't you think the living room would look better with more... warmth? Maybe some floral prints?"I bit back a sigh, clutching my phone tighter. "Hi, Margaret. How are you?""I'm wonderful, dear. But we really should talk about the curtains. Those dark colors are so... depressing."Slade walked past me, coffee in hand, and mouthed put it on speaker.I shook my head frantically.He grinned, reached over, and pressed the button anyway."—and really, I just think for the holidays, you'd want something more festive. What about a nice burgundy? Or perhaps a gold—""Mom," Slade interrupted, his voice flat. "We're not redecorating for Christmas. I
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Mistake.
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Lake House.
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Beautiful Nightmare.
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
A Bully For A StepBrother. The Boy Who Hates Me.
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an
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