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I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION LUCAS POV
I’ve been having Richard’s business watched for four months now. Not sabotage. I want to be clear with myself about that distinction, even if nobody else in my life would ever fully believe me on it. From a certain angle it probably looks exactly the same as the thing I’m claiming not to be doing. But there’s a difference between wanting a man to fail and needing to know exactly how much rope he’s got left before it snaps around someone I love. I’ve spent four months telling myself I’m doing the second thing, not the first. Some nights I almost believe it. Prakash’s cousin runs a small firm that does due diligence for private equity groups. Quiet work. The kind that doesn’t leave fingerprints. I called him the week after Nyra came back from her honeymoon. That’s still what I call it in my head, even though it makes something twist sick in my chest every time. Because it’s the truest name for what that trip was, even if neither of us has ever said the word out loud. I called him and
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION FLOWERS
The flowers showed up around eleven. This big, stupid arrangement of white peonies that took up half my desk. I actually laughed when the delivery guy set them down, because for a second I thought someone had the wrong office. They didn’t. The card just said: Congrats on closing Whitmore solo. You’re wasted as an assistant. — Daniel I’d closed the Whitmore account two days ago. My first solo deal with no one looking over my shoulder. It had felt good in a way I hadn’t expected. A kind of pride that had nothing to do with anyone else’s approval for once. Daniel from business development had been decent about it and sent a genuinely nice email at the time. No weird undertone I could clock. I figured the flowers were just him being enthusiastic. Overly enthusiastic, maybe. But not anything I needed to think twice about. Clara thought otherwise. She wandered over with her coffee, took one look at the arrangement, and made a small, knowing sound in the back of her throat. “That’s a lot
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION SOMEONE'S WATCHING
The email came in at 6:52 in the morning. Before Nyra had even arrived. Before Clara had unlocked her station. I almost missed it entirely, buried under the usual overnight noise from our Asia office. It was from a contact at Meridian Partners...a competitor I’d spent a decade learning to respect and dislike in roughly equal measure. Congratulating me, with an unmistakable edge of amusement, on a deal I hadn’t yet closed. I read it twice before the meaning actually landed. Heard you and Henderson finally worked things out. Glad someone did...we’d been circling that account for months. Congrats on locking in the delivery terms before we could counter. We hadn’t announced the Henderson terms publicly. We hadn’t announced them privately either, not outside a very small circle. Myself. Nyra. Two senior associates. The legal team who’d drafted the final language. The specifics in that email...delivery terms, the exact phrase I’d used in our internal notes...weren’t things a competitor s
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION OFFICE INTIMACY
NYRA'S POV I stayed late on purpose. Told Richard I had a deadline, which wasn't exactly a lie... the Henderson renewal paperwork actually did need finishing... but I could have finished it from my kitchen table just as easily, and some part of me knew that when I packed my bag that morning and told him not to wait up. The office had gone quiet by eight, most of the floor emptied out, just the hum of the building settling into itself and the occasional distant ding of an elevator nobody was riding. Luca's door was open. I found him at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbows, glasses pushed up into his hair the way they always ended up whenever he'd been reading too long. The low desk lamp threw warm light across the sharp line of his jaw and the open collar of his shirt. Something about the sight of him like that... unguarded, still working, waiting without looking like he was waiting... landed low in my stomach and stayed there. "You're still here," I said from the door
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION RICHARD'S DEBT DEEPENS
NYRA'S POV Richard came home late again, keys hitting the counter harder than they needed to, and I heard it from the kitchen where I was pretending to care about the pasta I was making, some habit of domestic normalcy I couldn't seem to let go of even now. The water had gone cloudy from too much salt. The sauce clung to the wooden spoon in thick, sticky threads. I kept stirring anyway, because if I stopped moving I would have to feel the full weight of the day still sitting under my skin. "Hey," he said, dropping his bag by the door. He looked wrong somehow, tie already loose, color gone out of his face in a way that had nothing to do with tiredness. The kitchen light caught the shine of sweat at his temples. His shoulders sat higher than usual, like he was bracing for something that had already happened. "Hey. Dinner's almost ready." "Not hungry." He went straight for the liquor cabinet instead, poured something amber two fingers deep, drank half of it standing at the counter be
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION NYRA'S JEALOUSY
NYRA'S POVI heard it in the break room, of all places, two of the junior associates by the coffee machine not bothering to lower their voices because they didn't know I was in the next aisle over, restocking printer paper for no reason except that I needed a task that didn't involve thinking."...I'm telling you, it's basically decided. My cousin works at Cole Foundation, she said Vanessa's already talked to a planner.""No way. Sterling? He seems way too closed off for that.""That's what everyone says, but apparently the families have been circling it for years. Something about the supply chain deal too, so it's not just romance, it's strategic. My cousin said the announcement's just waiting on the right moment. George's health, probably. They don't want it to look tacky.""God, imagine being that rich. Marrying for a supply chain."They laughed, easy, moved on to something about the vending machine being out of the good chips, and I stood frozen behind the shelf with a ream of pap
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