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2026-07-12 04:18:39
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I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION WHERE IS SHE
Back in the city, forty-two floors up, the penthouse apartment looked like a hurricane had hit it. Luca stood in the middle of the master bedroom, his expensive suit jacket thrown onto the floor, his white shirt soaked with cold sweat across his back. His tie was gone. His dark hair was messy where he had dragged his shaking hands through it a hundred times in the last hour. Every drawer in the dresser had been pulled open and dumped onto the floor. The pillows were thrown off the bed. The nightstand drawers were yanked completely out of their tracks. He was tearing the place apart looking for anything...a receipt, a written phone number, a torn piece of paper, a credit card bill...anything that would explain why the woman he had just destroyed his whole career to protect had walked out into the freezing rain without a single word. “Nothing!” Luca shouted through clenched teeth, kicking an empty wooden drawer across the floor with a loud crash. “She didn't leave a single thing, ex
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE LAST BUS OUT
The bus terminal smelled like wet concrete, diesel smoke, and burnt coffee. I stepped out of the yellow cab just as the sky opened up again, dumping heavy, freezing rain onto the flooded street. I handed the driver a bunch of crumpled cash...more than what the meter showed—pulled my black duffel bag over my shoulder, and walked quickly into the noisy building without looking back. Nobody looked twice at me here. Back at the glass building of Colebridge Capital, my face had been on every news channel and phone screen since Friday. Here, under the flickering lights of Gate 4, I was just another tired woman in a damp grey sweater and an old denim jacket, pulling her hood low to hide her face from the cold. My stomach twisted violently as I walked past a row of cheap food stalls. The heavy smell of fried onions and old cooking oil hit my throat like a punch. I stopped near a concrete pillar, gripping the strap of my bag until my knuckles hurt, forcing myself to take slow breaths throu
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE BURNING BRIDGE
The glass boardroom on the forty-second floor of Colebridge Capital felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. Luca stood at the head of the mahogany table, knuckles turned white from how hard he was pressing them into the polished wood. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows the city was completely smothered in gray fog, but inside the air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap coffee, and that sharp metallic tang of pure panic. Sixteen board members sat in the high-backed leather chairs, faces pale and tight. Across from Luca sat the standard counsel plus three outside crisis consultants Reid had dragged in at six that morning. “You are out of options, Luca,” Reid said. His voice was flat, razor-sharp, and completely empty of sympathy. He dropped a thick white folder in the middle of the table. “Stock dropped another seven percent at the open. Three of our biggest institutional investors already threatened to dump everything by noon if we don’t put out a clear statement. This isn’t
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE EMPTY CLOSET
NYRA'S POV The morning alarm didn't ring. Neither of us needed it. By six o'clock, the sky over the city was a dirty shade of bruise-purple, heavy with rain that hadn't let up all night. The apartment was freezing. The central heating had clicked off hours ago, leaving a damp chill clinging to the tall glass windows, but neither Luca nor I moved to adjust the thermostat. I was already awake, sitting on my side of the mattress, dressed in a simple grey turtleneck and black trousers. No makeup, no jewelry, not even the silver watch Luca had bought me for my birthday last year. My skin looked pale in the dim light, but my posture was straight, rigid, and completely still. Luca moved around the bedroom like a storm contained inside a tight space. He threw on his dark charcoal suit, his broad shoulders tensing as he shoved his arms into the sleeves. He dragged a comb through his damp hair, his hands shaking just enough for me to catch the subtle tremor in the mirror’s reflection. Eve
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE CALM BEFORE
NYRA'S POV I didn't scream. I didn't cry either. After hearing what Luca said through that cracked door, a strange, cold numbness took over my entire body. The tears just completely dried up in my eyes. I backed into the master bedroom step by slow step, shut the door without making a sound, and walked over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the mattress and stared straight ahead at the dark, blank television screen on the wall. My hands were ice-cold, resting flat in my lap. I didn't tremble. I didn't throw anything. I didn't smash a glass against the wall. I just sat there in the dim gray light filtering through the heavy curtains, feeling like a thick, unbreakable sheet of ice had settled over my heart. A few minutes later, the study door finally clicked open. Luca’s heavy footsteps moved down the long hallway, slow and dragging like he was carrying lead weights in his shoes. He walked into the master bedroom, looking like a man who had just survived a brutal, bloody stree
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE COST OF A DINNER
NYRA'S POV By four in the afternoon, the silence inside the apartment was so thick it felt like heavy, suffocating glass. The rain had stopped making noise against the tall glass windows, settling into a dull, gray drizzle that turned the city outside into a blurred ghost town. I hadn't turned on the lights. I was sitting on the edge of the unmade bed, staring at the dark screen of my broken phone resting on the rug, my stomach twisting in sharp, uneasy knots that had been building since mid-morning. I tried to ignore the physical nausea, telling myself it was just the adrenaline, the lack of food, and the sheer terror of the internet tearing my name to shreds. I needed to move. I needed to do something other than sit in the dark while the world called me a dirty, unfaithful step-sister who had ruined two families for a corporate paycheck. I stood up, resting a hand against the wall until the quick wave of dizziness passed, and walked down the long hallway toward Luca’s private s
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