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NINETY FOUR : ADRIAN
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2026-05-31 01:14:45
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My Forbidden Brother NINETY FOUR : ADRIAN
ADRIANThe penthouse felt entirely too large the moment Olivia was gone.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass of the living room, my fingers tracing the rim of my empty glass. Down below, the matte-gray sedan slipped into the flow of Manhattan traffic, completely indistinguishable from the thousands of other vehicles clogging the avenues. It was a phantom. A ghost cell I had designed specifically to keep her invisible when she demanded the illusion of normalcy.I didn't like her driving alone. I didn't like her stepping into a public studio in Soho without Mei establishing a five-meter perimeter. Five years of hunting through the dark, of turning my own blood into currency to buy her back from the Alps, had left me with a permanent, burning paranoia. But she wanted to build her own foundation. She wanted to be Olivia Dawson, the designer, not a protected asset of Vesper Holdings. And because she had survived a gilded cage for half a decade, I would give her the sky she asked for.But
My Forbidden Brother NINETY THREE : OLIVIA
OLIVIAThe morning of the interview arrived with a crisp, biting clarity that matched the nervous energy humming beneath my skin. By seven o'clock, the master bedroom of the penthouse was a battlefield of discarded clothing, fabric textures, and sheer determination.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of my outfit. I had chosen a charcoal-gray tailored blazer with matching wide-leg trousers, paired with a simple, high-necked silk blouse in an understated cream. It was professional, sharp, and carried an air of quiet confidence without screaming for attention. I didn't want to look like a billionaire’s secret; I wanted to look like a woman who understood the geometry of fabric and the discipline of design.A pair of warm, heavy hands settled onto my shoulders, the familiar, grounding weight instantly stilling the frantic fluttering in my chest.I looked up in the glass. Adrian stood behind me, already fully dressed in his flawless dark blue corporate ar
My Forbidden Brother NINETY TWO : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The sleek black SUV returned in record time, the driver smoothly dropping off a massive bag of gourmet takeout from *La Grenier*. The food was neatly packaged in heavy parchment paper, still steaming and smelling beautifully of white truffle, fresh basil, and garlic. "This is honestly obscene," Freya muttered happily, unboxing a flawless truffle chicken panini that would have taken a normal customer forty-five minutes of waiting to secure. "I feel like a corporate queen." "Get used to it," I smiled, sipping a bottled water as I watched the two of them finally eat. For the rest of their lunch break, the conversation flowed with a beautiful, uninterrupted ease. We laughed until our sides ached, recounting old memories and filling in the massive gaps of the last five years. Sitting in that quiet, sun-drenched courtyard, surrounded by the laughter of the sisters who had known me before the world tore me apart, I felt a profound sense of healing. The shadow of Switzerland, the
My Forbidden Brother NINETY ONE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The corporate headquarters of Vanguard Marketing stood tall in the heart of the Flatiron District. It was an impressive glass-and-steel structure, bustling with creative energy and sharply dressed executives. It wasn't the monolithic, gravity-defying fortress that was Vesper Tower, but it carried its own weight in the Manhattan corporate landscape. I stepped into the spacious, high-ceilinged lobby, the heels of my boots clicking lightly against the polished terrazzo floor. Mei remained a calculated five paces behind me, her eyes casually tracking the security guards and the flow of employees passing through the turnstiles. I leaned against a marble pillar near the main elevators, my heart doing a nervous, expectant flutter against my ribs. I didn't even have to wait five minutes. The elevator doors on the far left chimed, and a crowd of employees flooded out into the lobby for the midday rush. Walking right in the center of the fray, deeply engrossed in a shared convers
My Forbidden Brother NINETY : OLIVIA
OLIVIAThe soft, familiar pressure of lips against my jaw slowly pulled me from the depths of a deep, dreamless sleep. I stirred, a contented hum escaping my throat as the scent of cedar, fresh rain, and expensive coffee enveloped my senses.I opened my eyes to find Adrian hovering over me. The morning sun was pouring through the sheer curtains, reflecting off the crisp, pristine fabric of his white dress shirt. He was already fully dressed for the day—his dark waistcoat tailored to perfection, his tie knotted flawlessly, and that unyielding, clinical mask of the Vesper CEO firmly in place.But the moment he saw my eyes flutter open, the sharp lines around his mouth softened, a quiet warmth bleeding into his dark pupils."Good morning, darling," he murmured, leaning down to press a brief, lingering kiss to my lips.I sat up, stretching my arms over my head as the silk sheet pooled around my waist. A bright, sleepy smile broke across my face. "Good morning. You're up early. Are you alr
My Forbidden Brother EIGHTY NINE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA By the next afternoon, the corporate machine of Vesper Holdings had been quietly rewired to serve a completely different purpose. I walked into Adrian’s private study carrying a fresh cup of black coffee for him and a cup of green tea for myself. The room was usually an imposing fortress of dark mahogany, leather-bound legal texts, and monitors displaying fluctuating international market trends. But today, the massive desk at the center of the room had been completely overtaken. Adrian sat in his high-backed leather chair, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled neatly to his elbows. Spread out across the polished wood were five neatly printed, heavy-cardstock corporate profiles, each bearing the emblem of an established New York fashion house. "You've been busy," I said, setting his coffee down within arm's reach and leaning over his shoulder to look at the documents. Adrian reached up, his large hand wrapping around the back of my waist to pull me gently against
My Forbidden Brother FIFTEEN : ADRIAN
ADRIAN I kept my eyes on the assignment on my laptop, but I wasn't reading. It was impossible to focus on the words when the air in the room shifted the second Olivia walked through the door. I didn't need to look up to know she was there. I could smell her—chocolate, vanilla, and the faint, c
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother ELEVEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA When I got home, no one was in. Not like there was no one, the staffs were in the house but not my dad and Adrian. "Welcome back, Miss Olivia. Would you like something to eat now before dinner?" a maid asked just before I went up the stairs. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Anything is okay, I'm ju
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother SIXTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA I couldn't believe it. Adrian was kissing me. My stepbrother. When I couldn't sleep, I decided to come down to calm myself but I ended up going to the kitchen and taking a glass of water. The cool glass was still in my hand, sweating against my palm, but my entire body felt like it was
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TWENTY TWO : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The command hung in the heavy air between us, echoing against the dark walls of his room. My fingers felt numb, fumbling with the silk tie at my waist. I could feel his gaze—sharp, hungry, and entirely devoid of the patience he’d shown earlier that morning. He was watching my struggle, enj
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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