All Chapters of New Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hailey After what happened in Damien’s office that day at college, I couldn’t bring myself to return. I skipped classes for two whole days, cocooning myself at home and avoiding him at all costs. Whether it was fear of facing him or fear of how my body would react to his presence, I didn’t know. Every time I heard his footsteps echoing through the house, my heart would hammer against my ribs. I’d dart back to my room or freeze in place, holding my breath until the sound faded. I did everything to save my sanity, dignity, my heart and…pussy.But tonight, something shifted.I was sitting on my bed, restless and on edge. I’d heard his footsteps approach my room, pause for a moment, and then retreat. The teasing proximity was unbearable, like he’d pulled at an invisible string connecting us. My body betrayed me, aching with a need I didn’t dare acknowledge out loud.My gaze fell to the neglected math notebook in my lap, the unsolved equations mocking me. Then, an idea sparked. An excuse.

HaileyToday, Damien wasn't driving me to college. Instead, one of the other drivers had taken his place. The maid had mentioned something about an early meeting pulling him away, but the absence of his presence this morning left an unsettling void. It was strange, not seeing his face. Stranger still, how much it affected me.I thought I had it together. Thought I could handle one morning without him. But by the time lunch rolled around, that notion was obliterated. As I left the canteen and made my way to class, the ache inside me only deepened. It was ridiculous. Just a few hours without him, and it felt like an eternity.I fucking hated him for that.I hated how he had the power to make me feel this way—like I was tethered to him by some invisible thread. And what I hated even more? The gnawing suspicion that he didn't feel the same. He probably didn’t feel the same.Of course, he was Damien Black. The Damien Black. Women probably fell at his feet on a daily basis. What was I to hi

Hailey As Damien drove me to college, I fought to suppress the heat rising to my cheeks, desperate to appear normal. The problem was, normal had become a foreign concept around him. I couldn't understand how Damien could act so unaffected, so casually indifferent, after everything that had happened between us.His gaze—always so intense—remained the same, but he didn’t say anything to acknowledge the unspoken tension crackling between us. No teasing remarks. No sly smirks. Just Damien Black. He was unapologetically himself, like none of it mattered. Like he hadn’t had me pinned against his office desk, fucked me with his fingers, making me lose every shred of self-control.And the devil now drove like this was just another mundane morning of playing the dutiful stepbrother. As if his hands hadn't explored every inch of me. As if he hadn’t unraveled me completely, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers nervously fidget

DamienWhen I felt that shiver run down Hailey's spine, the monster inside me roared to life. It clawed at my restraint, demanding release, as though I'd been starved for an eternity, and she was the most delectable feast laid out before me. God, she was delicious—from her sweet little cunt and mouth to the curve of her delicate neck, her soft, pink lips, and even the faint scent of her breath. Everything about her screamed innocence, purity, and fragility.She was mine to break. Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to devour.And yet, as she knelt between my legs, she looked like a goddess, untouchable and radiant. No matter how much darkness surrounded her, Hailey shone—a masterpiece that not even my darkest desires could tarnish."I’m...not afraid," she whispered, her doe-like eyes locking with mine. Her voice trembled, but there was a quiet resolve in her gaze, one that sent a jolt of primal heat straight through me.Her words tempted me—no, dared me. My mind filled with visions. I wan

HaileyMy eyes snapped open in the middle of the night, the dryness in my throat unbearable. I dragged myself out of bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of the covers, but my dry as fuck throat was a relentless, burning reminder that I couldn’t rest. Slowly, I made my way downstairs, rubbing my eyes as I stumbled into the kitchen. I filled up my water bottle, but just as I twisted the cap, an excruciating twist inside my head stopped me in my tracks.Scenes flashed before my eyes—screams, shouts, the stinging slap of his hand across my face. And then crushing numbness that followed, the silence ringing in my ears after each brutal punch. My body felt like it had been bruised from the inside out, the pain lingering for days.But then, my mind took me to the worst memory—my mother, half-dead, lying on the floor. And there I was, a little girl, clutching my doll and staring at her, at him. A man I had recognized as a monster before I even understood what that meant.Anger crept up my spin