LOGINIt was supposed to be one reckless night to be forgotten by morning. For Yubi, it was an escape from a broken home, a mother who never loved her, and a past haunted by guilt and loss. She gave her innocence to a stranger in a club, walked away before dawn, and told herself it meant nothing. Four weeks later, her world collapses. A positive pregnancy test. A new marriage. And the man she can’t forget introduced to her as her Stepbrother. Trey De Luca is everything Yubi should stay away from, arrogant, dangerous, and heir to a powerful empire built on money and secrets. He doesn’t believe in love, doesn’t want children, and doesn’t remember the girl he once held like she was everything. Until the truth explodes between them. Pregnant with her stepbrother’s child, Yubi is forced into impossible choices, between survival and desire, shame and longing, silence and scandal. When a violent accident leaves Trey fighting for his future, lines blur even further, and secrets buried inside the De Luca family begin to surface. Power, betrayal, obsession, and love collide in a world where nothing is clean not family, not loyalty, not desire.
View MoreYubi.I don’t even wait for the dust from Trey’s tires to settle before the feeling hits me, something is definitely wrong. Not the usual wrong, the tense silence wrong, the unspoken feelings wrong, the we are dancing around each other wrong. This is deeper. He didn’t look angry when he drove off. He looked hunted. Like someone had just lit a fuse inside him and he was racing against it burning down.I stand there in the driveway for two seconds too long, Chanel shifting against my chest, my heart pounding so hard it makes my ears ring.He lied, I know he did.And whatever he is running toward is dangerous.I turn on my heel and rush back into the house.The living room is quiet, almost eerily so. Michael isn’t here. That realization lands heavy, confirming the dread curling tighter in my stomach. Kiari is in the kitchen, pacing slowly with her phone in her hand, worry etched across her face in a way I’ve never seen before.“Kiari,” I say breathlessly.She looks up, startled. “Yubi?
Trey.The call comes when I’m least expecting it, I am in the den, staring at absolutely nothing, my mind looping uselessly over everything that’s gone wrong in the past twenty four hours Yubi’s face at the hospital, the way her voice cracked even when she tried to sound calm, the detective’s words echoing in my head like a bad song I can’t turn off.My phone buzzes on the coffee table, it's an Unknown number.I almost ignore it but Something tells me not to.“Hello?” I answer, already standing without realizing it.“Trey,” a familiar voice says, clipped, professional, uneasy. “This is Andrew. Your family’s financial advisor.”My stomach tightens instantly.“Is everything okay?” I ask, even though every nerve in my body is already screaming that it isn’t.There is a pause on the other end. Papers shuffling. The kind of pause that comes before bad news.“I am calling to verify a transaction,” Andrew says carefully. “A very large withdrawal was made today from one of your father’s accou
Michael. I don’t tell anyone, not Trey, not Kiari, not even Yubi, especially not Yubi.I sit alone in my study long after the house has gone quiet, the echo of Abel’s voice still ringing in my ears, the image burned behind my eyelids no matter how many times I blink. Ten seconds. That’s all he gave me. Ten seconds of Naomi tied to a chair, her hair matted, her face thinner than I remember, her eyes God her eyes still fighting even through the grainy video.I close my laptop slowly, deliberately, as if that might lock the image inside it instead of my head.If I tell them, I will give them hope.And hope is dangerous.Hope makes people careless. Hope makes people talk. Hope makes people call the police when they shouldn’t. And if Abel is bluffing if that video was old, if Naomi is already, I can’t even finish that thought then I will not drag the children through that kind of whiplash.And if she is alive, if she is still breathing somewhere, waiting for me to do the right thing then
MichaelThe house feels wrong after the police leave, it's too quiet despite the baby sounds coming from Chanel. Even with people still inside it, the walls feel hollow, like they are holding onto their breath, waiting for something worse to happen.I stand in the living room long after the last patrol car disappears down the street. Kiari retreats upstairs. Trey follows Yubi outside, and for once, I don’t stop him. I don’t have the energy to manage emotions right now, not theirs, not mine.Because the moment the front door closes, something inside me hardens.I have played by the rules long enough, sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands to get results.I walk into my study and shut the door behind me, locking it out of habit even though I know no one is going to interrupt me. I sit behind my desk, staring at the phone in my hand like it’s a loaded weapon.Abel.A name I thought I would never hear, a ghost from Naomi’s past that should have stayed dead.The police hav
YubiI leave the storage room, my chest still burning from the kiss, my mind tangled up in a mess of heat, guilt, and longing. Every step I take feels heavy, like I’m wading through thick water. I can still feel Trey’s hands on my face, the press of his lips against mine, the dangerous closeness t
TreyI don’t know how long I have been sitting in my car after Yubi stormed away from me. It could have been two minutes. It could have been two hours. All I know is that my hands are still gripping the steering wheel like I’m trying to strangle it. My chest won’t loosen. My pulse is all over the d
YubiI hear his footsteps behind me before he even says my name, heavy, determined and angry.I don’t turn,i don't want to, I am too tired.“Yubi,” he finally says, his voice sharp and breathless as if the name itself exhausts him.I stop walking and face him slowly. He looks like he hasn’t slept a
KiariI step outside, expecting the quiet night to offer a little peace after the chaos of the day. The air is cool against my skin, soft with the faint scent of the garden flowers and something faintly sweet baby powder, maybe. My heels crunch against the gravel path as I follow the faint glow of












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