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My Hot Step Brother Wants Me Chapter 66: You told them I raped you
Hasan’s POVI never wanted this party.Every flute of champagne, every rose-gold ribbon tied by some overpriced event planner felt like a personal insult. My friends forced me to celebrate, when all I wanted was to be alone. Today wasn’t a day for birthday candles or congratulations. Today was the day everything went to hell five years ago. The day a girl I thought I’d bleed for pointed straight at me and fed the cops a lie we both knew wasn’t true.Thanks to her lie, I spent one year in prison. One year of concrete and the kind of darkness that sits behind your ribs long after the lights come on. I would’ve rotted there if it wasn’t for my father. His people wiped my record clean and he gave me a life that blinded me at first.So yeah. I didn’t want a party.But my friends and Athea wanted one, and people with money always get the parties they ask for. What were the odds that on the one day I didn’t want to celebrate, she’d walk in? Tatiana. Haunted eyes, fragile posture and wearing
My Hot Step Brother Wants Me Chapter 65: My fiancee wants a strip show
Tatiana’s POVI stood there for a while, not sure what to do with myself. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. The music pulsed through the hall, all glitter and laughter and perfect people who didn’t know what it meant to crawl.I tried to breathe, but every inhale was shallow, like the air didn’t want me. Women walked past in dresses that probably cost more than a year of my rent, their perfume lingering in the air like smoke. Once upon a time, I’d been like them. I’d been the girl with the perfect smile, the one people watched when she walked into a room. Cheer captain, Yale recruit and overall queen of her high school.Now I was just another body in a borrowed dress, standing too close to people who could smell the desperation on me.I felt every stare. The discomfort crawled under my skin until I wanted to tear it off. My reflection in the mirror across the ballroom mocked me. Cheap makeup, trembling hands, fake confidence. I looked like a stranger dressed up to be
My Hot Step Brother Wants Me Chapter 64: Beg for my help
Tatiana’s POVThe air left my lungs the moment the words left his mouth. Who are you planning to destroy this time? It was as if someone had reached inside my chest and crushed my heart between their fingers. I wanted to say it wasn’t like that, that I’d changed, that I’d spent every damn night paying for what I did. But the truth that crawled up my throat was ugly. I had ruined his life.Of course I had thought about him. Five years is long enough for wounds to scab but not long enough for the scar to fade. His name still scratched the inside of my head when I tried to sleep. Sometimes when I was desperate and alone, I’d touch myself as I picture him in an orange suit, jaw tense, eyes like fire even behind prison glass. I’d imagine touching him through the glass, imagine the heat of his body, and then I’d hate myself for it.That thought slammed into me again now like a curse.He should still be in prison. He should be locked away, far from me, far from this glittering hell of a part
My Hot Step Brother Wants Me Who's life are you trying to ruin
TatianaI felt suffocated. My lungs refused to pull in enough oxygen as I stumbled through the crowd, weaving past strangers whose faces blurred out completely. Hasan’s laugh echoed behind me, mocking and haunting through the five fragile years I had spent trying to bury him in the darkest corners of my memory.I couldn’t be here breathing the same air as him.I couldn’t risk those eyes that once looked at me with obsession, but in the sweetest way possible were now sharpened with hatred.So I bolted through the crowd, every step sinking me down like I was running through a quicksand, as my pulse hammered in my ears. Five years. Five whole bloody years since the damn video. Since my mother’s screams. Since Hasan had been dragged out of our lives and my life ruined forever. Five years since I had betrayed him with the most cowardly act of my existence; pointing the finger at him, letting him take the blame for something we had been a willing participant for. I had thought he was gon
My Hot Step Brother Wants Me The gig
TATIANAThe night had barely started and it was already falling apart.I stepped into the club, music pounding through my chest, club lights slicing through the smoke as I forced my body into motion. It was supposed to be easy, just my everyday routine to smile, dance and collect my tips. But tonight, some client decided to make it personal.A man heavily induced with alcohol but with an entitlement heavier than it all had cornered me during my slow set. “Hey, doll, come over here. I want to talk.”I shook my head, forced the faintest smile. “I’m working. Sorry.” I replied. His gesticulation disgusted me and even after months of working here, I still couldn’t stomach such people.The man sneered, reaching for my arm. “Don’t give me that, you know you want this.”Him touching me was my thirteenth reason. I pulled my arm back, slapping his hand away. “Back off,” I hissed. “No means no, you sick fuck!” I barked as I picked up his glass, threw the contents on his face and slammed the glas
My Hot Step Brother Wants Me Fast forward
TatianaFIVE YEARS LATER.The nightmare always started the same way: me on my knees in our old living room, my mom holding up her phone to my face with the video that ruined everything, her face red with a mix of tears and rage. “Do you understand what you have done, Tatiana? You’ve ruined us, Tatiana!” she screamed. “You’ve dragged this family into filth.” she added, her voice laced with pain and betrayal.I tried to speak, but my throat felt like it had been sewn. My hands shook so badly and my lips trembled horrendously I thought they would fall off.“Mom, I’m -”Mom’s hand raised in the air and I flinched, bracing for the slap, but then an arm hovered over my face. “Don’t touch her.” Hasan said in a cold tone, his eyes red with rage. The fire in his voice matched the fire in mom’s eyes. Hasan’s jaw locked, every vein in his neck visible as he stood in front of me like a barrier. My mother’s face crumbled, grief twisting her into something even more terrifying than rage.“I lost
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