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SEVENTY ONE : OLIVIA
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05.05.2026 02:07:57
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My Forbidden Brother SEVENTY ONE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The Bank of East Asia was supposed to be our fortress, our final stand against the shadow that was dismantling my father’s life. Instead, it had been a morgue. When we walked into the boardroom, Daniel had expected sycophants and handshakes. What we found was a room filled with silence and a single, crisp legal document waiting on the mahogany table. Vesper Holdings had acquired the bank’s controlling interest forty-eight hours ago. The loan wasn't just denied—it was laughed at. I watched the color drain from Daniel’s face. For the first time in my life, he didn't look like a titan of industry; he looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the ground crumble beneath his boots. "We leave for the Alps tonight," he had barked the moment we exited the building, his voice tight with a mixture of terror and impotent rage. "The European branch is still solvent. If we consolidate the assets there, we can stave off the bankruptcy filings." The Alps. Back to th
My Forbidden Brother SEVENTY : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The morning light in Shanghai was thick and humid, filtering through the silk curtains of my suite like a pale, sickly amber. I was still tangled in the remnants of my dreams—of silver dresses, the smell of sandalwood, and the terrifyingly beautiful weight of Adrian’s hands on my waist—when a sharp, rhythmic knocking pulled me back to reality. "Miss Drewmore?" The voice was soft, unfamiliar. I sat up, my heart immediately jumping into my throat. For a split second, I thought it was Felix, but the tone was different. I opened the door to find a young maid I hadn't seen before. She was small, with an observant, quiet gaze that seemed to linger on me for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. "Your father has arrived, Miss. He is waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast." The air in the room suddenly felt heavy. My father wasn't supposed to be here for another two days. He was supposed
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY NINE : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The penthouse was a cathedral of cold marble and high-tech surveillance, a place where I usually felt like the architect of a new world. But tonight, it felt like a cage. I was sitting on the edge of the oversized bed, the room illuminated only by the frantic, shifting glow of the Shanghai skyline and the steady pulse of the tablet in my hand. I was watching the red dot. It had been stationary at the Wukang house for hours. I had spent that time staring at it, imagining Olivia behind those reinforced walls, wondering if she was touching the ring, if she was thinking of me, or if she was cursing the day she ever met a Dawson. Then, the dot flickered. It began to move, tracing a jagged path through the city toward the Jing'an District. My heart, usually a cold, disciplined engine, skipped a beat. "Where are you going, Olivia?" I whispered to the empty room. The dot stopped. *The Vault.* A club known for its anonymity,
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY EIGHT : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The bass of the club was a physical weight, but the moment his hands touched me, the noise of a thousand bodies and the strobe of a thousand lights vanished into a singular, burning point of reality. I didn't care that Felix and Gunther were somewhere in the haze, their eyes likely scanning the crowd with lethal intent. I didn't care that I was Anastasia Drewmore, the prize of an empire. I only cared that the man I had mourned for five years was standing in the dark, watching me with eyes that promised to set the world on fire just to keep me warm. I didn't wait for an explanation. I didn't wait for him to speak. I reached up, my fingers curling into the cool, dark fabric of his jacket lapels, and pulled him down. When our lips met, it wasn't the tentative, sweet kiss of the teenagers we had once been. It was a collision. It was desperate, hungry, and laced with the salt of every tear I had shed in that Zurich mansion. It was the taste
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY SEVEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The silence of the private house was no longer a sanctuary; it was a vacuum, and it was screaming. Ever since the heavy oak doors had closed behind me after the masquerade, the air in my suite felt too thin to breathe. Adrian’s scent was still trapped in the fibers of my obsidian gown, his voice a low-frequency vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. *I told you I'd find you.* I couldn't stay still. I was pacing the length of the silk rugs like a caged panther, my heart a restless, frantic bird beating against my ribs. I needed noise. I needed the kind of chaos that could drown out the terrifying, beautiful realization that my past had just collided with my present. I stopped in front of the full-length mirror and stripped. The "Anastasia" masks—the velvet, the lace, the poise—all hit the floor in a heap. "You want a distraction, Olivia? Fine," I whispered to my reflection. I went to the closet and pulled out a piece of
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY SIX : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The scent of her—that lingering, haunting mix of jasmine and something uniquely Olivia clung to the lapels of my tuxedo like a brand. My skin still hummed where her hands had gripped me, a phantom heat that made the freezing Shanghai night feel like a fever. I stepped onto the balcony of the gallery, the humid air whipping my hair across my eyes. I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I had turned around and seen her standing there, trembling in that obsidian silk with tears in her eyes, the five years of discipline I had cultivated under Viktor Volkov would have shattered. I would have picked her up, walked through that ballroom like a god of ruin, and killed every man who tried to stop me from taking her. But a rescue wasn't enough. I didn't want to just take her; I wanted to build a world where no one could ever take her again. And that meant Daniel Dawson had to be erased. I swung over the stone railing, dropping ten feet onto the manic
My Forbidden Brother TWELVE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The vibration hummed against my palm, a steady, buzzing promise of the release I was desperate for. I didn't even undress fully; I just shoved my leggings down past my hips, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. Every time I closed my eyes, it was Adrian I saw, his tongue darting
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA I stared at my phone for a second longer than necessary, my thumb hovering over the screen. Adrian: How is your first day going? A simple question. Innocent. Normal. So why did my chest do that stupid little flip? I typed, deleted, then typed again. Me: It’s actually… good. I mad
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother NINETEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA After Adrian walked out, I wanted to run up to my room and use my vibrator to make myself cum. I picked my bag and walked to the direction of the stairs. Adrian appeared again, leaning in to whisper "If you cum, all by yourself. I won't touch you for as long as I want." he said. I looked
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TWENTY THREE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The mention of our father felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. Reality rushed back in—the cold hardwood floors, the tick of the clock, the fact that I was currently a tangled, "ruined" mess in my stepbrother's bed while our father was expected downstairs in half an hour. "Thi
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-17
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