Tamed By My Stepbrother

KEIRA’S POVDrake caught me by surprise, grabbing my wrist as I stumbled back. I tripped slightly, landing against the wall, my back aching from the impact. He didn’t seem fazed at all—just that familiar, infuriating smirk playing on his lips.“Keira, you really know how to get yourself into trouble,” he teased, stepping closer. My back protested every small move, and I realized I couldn’t slip away just yet.Before I could react, he gently—but firmly—pulled me closer, holding my hand lightly. “Drake!” I exclaimed, half in frustration, half in disbelief. “Let me go!”He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes. “I’m not the kind of guy who hurts women,” he said, slowly releasing one of my hands but keeping the other snug in his.I stared into his eyes, expecting arrogance, maybe even cruelty. But there was something soft, something unexpected. My heart skipped, and I couldn’t tell if it was fear or… something else entirely.Then his fingers brushed my cheek. Just a

KEIRA’S POVI couldn’t concentrate as I gathered my things at the end of class. My mind kept drifting back to yesterday—the way Drake had cornered me in my room, the heat of his touch, the pull I couldn’t ignore. I told myself I hated him. I wanted to believe it. But the way his eyes followed me—like I was already his—made it harder to remember why.My phone buzzed, and I almost jumped. Who could it be now? I answered quickly.“Hello, Mom?”“Where are you? I’m outside your school. I came to pick you up so we can go together.” Her voice was warm, comforting, and I felt a small flicker of relief despite the lingering tension in my chest.“My last class just ended, Mom. Wait for me,” I said, then turned to my friends. “I’m heading out. My mom’s here.”“Alright, take care,” Trisha said, waving. Earl didn’t speak, his eyes still shadowed by what had happened with Drake.I hurried across the campus and slid into my mother’s car. I wanted to focus on something normal, but Drake’s memory clun

KEIRA’S POV“Keira! They’re already here, come out now!” Mom’s voice echoed from the living room.I’d been awake for hours—showered, dressed, and ready—but I couldn’t bring myself to step outside. My chest felt heavy, my heart caught somewhere between nostalgia and dread.For the last time, I looked around my room. The pale curtains, the framed photos, the desk where I used to do my homework—everything here held eleven years of my life. Joys. Tears. Memories.And as I dragged my suitcase toward the door, I felt like I was leaving all of them behind.“Yes, Mom. I’m coming out,” I replied, though my voice sounded small. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if my feet were chained to the past.“Come on, they’ve been waiting for us!” she urged impatiently, taking my suitcase from me before handing it to a man in a sharp black suit. For a second, I wondered if we were being escorted by the Presidential Security Group—that’s how formal and intimidating they looked.Black coats. Sunglass

KEIRA’S POVThe warmth between us deepened, wrapping around my body like fire trapped under my skin. For a heartbeat, the world stopped—just me, him, and the echo of a kiss we never should’ve shared.Then—“Master Drake!” a voice shouted from outside.We sprang apart, both breathless, both startled by how close we’d been. Drake rose so quickly he nearly stumbled over the bench.“We’re here!” he called back, voice rougher than usual.I followed him out, my pulse still racing in my throat. A group of staff hurried toward us, carrying umbrellas and towels, their shoes splashing against the puddles.“Oh dear, you’re both drenched!” one of them exclaimed, rushing to wrap a towel around my shoulders. Another led a white horse forward, its mane slick with rain.“For now, please use this, sir. The vehicles are all occupied,” the man said, bowing slightly.Drake didn’t answer. He simply grabbed the reins and swung himself onto the horse, then extended his hand toward me.I froze, cheeks heatin

KEIRA’S POVI sprawled on my bed, rolling from side to side, letting out a long sigh. The island was breathtaking — waves whispering from afar, the air scented with salt and palm trees — yet boredom clung to me like a second skin. Paradise meant nothing when you had no one to share it with.I stared blankly at the ceiling, counting the faint flicker of shadows, when a soft series of knocks broke the silence.“Come in,” I called, half-expecting it to be one of the maids.The door creaked open, and Mom’s familiar face appeared. “Come down. We’re having dinner,” she said simply, before disappearing down the hall.I dragged myself up, brushed my hair, and fixed my sundress before heading out. When I entered the dining room, only the three of us were there — Mom, Edward, and me.“Where’s Drake?” I asked before I could stop myself.Mom and Edward exchanged a look — that quiet, knowing kind that said more than words ever could.“He’s with his cousins,” Edward replied, slicing into his food. “