LOGINTo Evelyn, Brandon is the useless Alpha Prince who has gotten everything handed over to him without having to break a sweat. To Brandon, Ivy is a lousy human girl who's only fit to be his maid and not his rival. He hates her guts, hates that she doesn't know her place, and always makes her the victim of his pranks and bullying. When a cruel twist of fate makes them step-siblings, the forced closeness unravels new turns to their relationship. They both hate their new roles, and yet a passionate dangerous attraction burns between the two of them.
View MoreEpilogue.Almost two years had passed, and the garden behind Brandon and Ivy’s home was filled with the soft sounds of laughter, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the rustling of leaves above their heads as the wind moved through the trees. It was the twins’ first birthday, and they were celebrating it simply, with only the people who had walked through fire with them.A long wooden table stood beneath a canopy of flowering vines, scattered with soft pastel decorations and small wooden toys. Plates held the remains of finger foods, frosting-smudged forks, and abandoned juice cups and wine glasses, forgotten in the midst of conversation and laughter.Bella moved proudly through the garden, carrying the birthday boy like he was royalty. She refused to let anyone else near him, even though he was nearly half her size. She called him her “little prince,” and no one dared argue, not with the protective way she held him, or the fierce joy in her smile.Zelia, with the birthday girl perc
Brandon's POVThis was it. Everything I had built, everything I had fought and bled for, was crumbling right in front of me. And there was nothing I could do.My body felt dead. The connection to Kiel, my power, it was gone. Just silence. Emptiness. The numbing powder they used back at Jackie’s place had stripped me clean of everything I was.And Ivy was right there. Inches away, fading.I saw it in her eyes, the fear, the confusion, as the drug moved through her veins. She looked at me one last time before her eyelids fluttered. Her body began to go limp, her breathing slowing.They were killing her. Killing our child. And I couldn’t stop it.“Ivy!” My voice cracked as I roared her name. I pulled at the guards holding me, my body sluggish and unresponsive. I couldn’t feel my hands, couldn’t feel anything but helpless rage and crushing grief.And then something shifted.It started like a spark. Static under my skin. A twitch in my fingertips. I sucked in a breath as pain flared in my
Ivy's POVWhen I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was the cold.It was sharp and strong, wrapping around my skin like ice. The lights overhead were blinding and harsh, the kind used in operating rooms. My head pounded, my limbs ached, and then I noticed the tight pull around my wrists.I looked down.Thick leather cuffs strapped me to a narrow, metal-framed bed. My wrists were already sore, raw from struggling. I tried to move, jerked my arms, kicked my legs, but it was useless. I was locked down, completely immobilized.That’s when the panic hit.It surged like a wave, crashing into my chest and making my lungs seize. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My heart thudded wildly as I yanked against the restraints again, desperation clawing at me.Then, a voice broke through the air. Calm, and mocking.“Stop struggling, love.”I froze.The footsteps came next, measured and unhurried, and then he stepped into view.Brett. Jackie’s husband.But the second I saw him, I knew
171Ivy's POVI couldn’t sit still. My legs were restless, my steps frantic, pacing the room back and forth like I was caged. My nails were chewed raw, and I kept twisting the edge of my dress in my fists just to stop my hands from shaking.My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning, over and over, the worst possible images flooding my mind. Jackie’s scream replayed in a loop. What if we were too late? What if she was already—“Ivy, breathe,” Zelia said softly from where she sat on the couch. Her voice was gentle, steady, like she was trying to tether me.“I can’t breathe!” I shouted, the panic boiling over. “She screamed, Zelia! You heard her! Something happened to her and I just—I can’t sit here doing nothing while she—”My throat tightened painfully, and I had to stop before the words turned to sobs.Zelia rose to her feet and approached me slowly, her expression calm but serious.“Hey. I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down. You’re not helping yourself or the baby like this.”I wrapp
Ivy's POV His fingers were still inside me when I felt something shift. Not just in him, but in the air. The moonlight streamed through the tall windows, and Brandon’s eyes caught the light just right.For a moment, they weren’t just his. They were Kiel’s. Bright, glowing gold with primal hunger th
Amari's POV6 years later.“Mummy!”The sound of Bella’s voice echoed down the hallway, breaking through the quiet afternoon and pulling my attention away from the book I’d been reading. I looked up just in time to see her tiny figure racing toward me, curls bouncing wildly with every determined li
Ivy's POV.Dinner was quiet, the only sounds filling the space were the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates. It was just the three of us. Brandon, my mother, and me. I pushed a piece of chicken around my plate, watching as the sauce smeared across the white ceramic. Then something cl
Maybe I needed the word slut branded permanently on my head.I wanted to believe it had only happened because he blackmailed me. That was the easy excuse. The logical one. But deep down, I knew better. When he touched me, when he looked at me like I was his, like I had always been his, I didn’t res






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