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Security Upgrade
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2026-04-04 15:27:00
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My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Dressing Room
The emerald velvet was a second skin, and right now, it was suffocating me.I stood in the triple-mirror of the dressing room at the Reed estate. The front was high-necked and regal, but when I turned, the gown vanished. It scooped down to the very base of my spine, exposing every inch of my pale skin to the cool air."Stop fidgeting, Scarlett," Chloe muttered. She was on her knees on the hardwood, her mouth full of silver pins as she adjusted the hem. "This dress is the difference between a 'rising star' and an 'A-lister.' The back is the selling point. It’s supposed to look like you’re wearing nothing but a prayer.""I feel exposed," I whispered."You feel like a fantasy," Chloe corrected. She stood up, checking her reflection in the glass, and grabbed her kit. "Stay right there. Do not move an inch. I need to grab the industrial body tape from the hallway. One slip on the red carpet and the tabloids get a show they didn't pay for."She disappeared, the heavy oak door clicking shut
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Pre-Gala Briefing
The red light on the keypad blinked. It was the only thing I could see in the dark. It felt like an eye. Marcus was watching. Even when he wasn't there, he was there.I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the power drill. I heard the click of the lock.At 7:00 AM, my door beeped. Someone else had typed in the code. I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chin.It was my mother. She had a tray with green juice and a small bowl of fruit. Behind her, Harris stood in the hallway like a stone statue."Time to get up, sweetie," Lydia said. She sounded like she was talking to a toddler. Her voice was too high. Too happy. "We have a big day. The gala fitting is tomorrow, but Marcus wants a full run-through of the family talking points this morning.""Talking points?" I asked. My voice was scratchy. "We’re a family, Mom. Not a press release.""In this house, there is no difference," Marcus said.He walked into the room. He didn't knock. He never knocked anymore. He looked at the dre
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother Security Upgrade
The power drill was my alarm clock.I woke up to a high-pitched whine vibrating through the door frame. I didn't check the time; I knew it was early because the light hitting the Pacific outside my window was still a sickly, bruised purple. I threw on a robe and pulled the door open, nearly hitting a man in a gray work shirt.Harris, Marcus’s head of security, was standing in the hall with a tablet. Two workers were crouched at my feet, screwing a heavy-duty electronic keypad into the mahogany frame. Above them, a black dome camera was already mounted, its red "power" light staring at me like an unblinking eye."What is this?" I asked. My voice was thick with sleep, but the adrenaline was already clearing it."Security upgrade," Harris said. He didn't look up from his tablet. "Per Mr. Reed’s orders.""It’s a bedroom, Harris. Not a vault.""In this house, they’re the same thing," Marcus’s voice came from the top of the stairs.He looked perfect. Not a hair out of place, charcoal suit p
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother After the Search
The silence in my room after the security team left was the kind that made your ears ring. Everything I owned had been touched, moved, or tossed. Marcus didn't just want my secrets; he wanted me to know that in this house, I didn't even own the air I breathed.The door pushed open. My mother, Lydia, was standing there with a glass of wine, her face tight and pale. She didn't look at the mattress hanging off the frame or my clothes piled on the floor. She looked at me with a pained, fragile sort of pity."I told him you wouldn't have anything," she said, her voice thin. "I told Marcus you were too smart to keep things that didn't belong to you anymore.""You told him?" I walked toward her, stepping over a heap of my own sweaters. "Or you helped him? Did you tell him about the vent, Mom? Or did you just stand in the hallway while they went through my life?"Lydia flinched. "He is trying to protect the merger, Scarlett. Everything we have depends on this deal going through. If Roman ruin
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother Three Minutes to Ruin
Zane’s car smelled like high-end leather and a heavy cologne that was trying too hard to be sophisticated. He drove the way he did everything else—with a bored, reckless arrogance that suggested he owned the asphalt under his tires. We were flying down the Pacific Coast Highway, the ocean a blurred smear of blue and gray to our right."You're very quiet, Scarlett," Zane said. He didn't take his eyes off the road, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He shifted gears, the engine roaring in a way that made the floorboards vibrate under my feet. "Most girls are screaming or taking selfies by the time we hit the third hairpin turn.""I’ve spent the last three years in front of cameras, Zane," I said, staring straight through the windshield. My hands were folded in my lap, my fingers gripping each other so hard my knuckles were white. "I know how to keep my face still. It’s part of the job."Zane laughed, a sharp, jagged sound that cut through the wind whistling past the windows.
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother Pretend You Hate Me
The athletic wing of Northcrest was a glass and steel tomb that smelled like expensive rubber and filtered oxygen. I walked down the hallway, my chest feeling like a zip-tie was being tightened around my lungs with every step.I had exactly forty-five minutes before Zane Miller expected me at the East Gate. Forty-five minutes to find Roman and figure out if Marcus’s new pet detective was just a scare tactic or the beginning of the end.I didn't bother knocking when I reached the private boxing suite. I just shoved the heavy door open.The room was dim, lit only by the blue hum of a sports drink fridge. Roman was there, shirtless, his back a map of tensed muscle as he absolutely unloaded on a heavy bag. Thud. Thud. Crack. He wasn't practicing form; he was trying to kill the thing. His knuckles were wrapped in white tape that was already starting to show red spots."Was it worth it?" I asked. My voice sounded small in the big, hollow room, but it stopped him cold.Roman caught the bag w
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