Semua Bab MY DEAR BROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH ME: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The next morning arrived before I had even blinked. I practically hadn't slept, my head racing in circles, trying to wrack my head around what I'd just agreed to. Who fakes being a missing sister? But a million dollars a day? That kind of money could change everything-my debts, my career, my future.When Clyde came to my small apartment to collect me, his demeanor was as cool and calm as it had been the previous night. In a tailored suit with a glossy finish, he seemed even more out of place in my slum neighborhood. "You ready?" he asked when I opened the door. I nodded, grasping my small bag. "As ready as I'll ever be.The drive to the hospital was in silence, interrupted only by the soft hum of the car's engine. Clyde didn't say anything much and I did not press. I was too busy rehearsing what I'd say, how I'd act, how I would convince a dying man I am his missing daughter.The hospital loomed large and imposing upon our arrival. The sterile white walls overwhelmed me, and the fai

The West estate was a sight to behold. With its sprawling mansion supported by grand marble columns, its perfectly manicured lawns seemed like the front cover of a luxury lifestyle magazine. Yet, for all its beauty, it felt cold and unwelcoming—a place where secrets festered and power plays thrived.A week had passed, and I had grown accustomed to this strange new world. It was another day, another trial. The constant glaring by Sharon and Eva followed me everywhere, and the staff tippy-toed their way, not exactly knowing whether I was an enemy or friend. Clyde was focused, though. He wanted something, and I knew just how to get it for him.This morning was no different, either. I sat in that fancy drawing room, sipping tea from a china cup that most likely cost more than a year's rent. Clyde came in; a folder was in his hand. His suit, obviously tailored, fit him as if it was made for some sort of royalty, his expression unreadable as usual. "Good morning, Violet," he said, taking a

The moment after Clyde had made the announcement publicly, the tension within the office had been unendurable. I could feel the employees' gaze at me while I walked down the hall, their whispers cloaked. It wasn't just my suddenly revealed identity that had captured the attention of all of them; it was the aftermath.The very next morning, Tony was called into Clyde's office. Though I wasn't privy to the conversation, the aftermath was loud enough for the entire floor to hear. "You can't do this to me!" Tony's voice thundered from behind the closed door. "I've been loyal to this company!Clyde's calm, measured reply cut through Tony's tirade. "Loyalty is not about coming to work, Tony; it's about respect, and you clearly lack that. Security will escort you out.The door sprang open a minute later and out stormed Tony, his face beet-red with rage. His poor fiancée trailed after him, her face bright red with embarrassment. I kept my head down, pretending interest in the folder that Cl

Violet’s POVThe tension in the West estate seemed to ease after the explosive family meeting, but Violet couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace was temporary. Tony’s parting words echoed in her mind like a warning, but Clyde remained calm, his unwavering confidence both reassuring and intimidating.Days passed, and weeks started to go by; quite naturally, Violet took on her role as Clyde's sister-a role she never thought she would be able to accept so easily. Yet, the more time she spent with him, the harder it became to ignore the growing connection between them-one that had nothing to do with their fabricated sibling bond.One evening, Clyde invited her to a gala the West family would host to raise funds for their charity organization. "It's vital that you're there," he told her, thrusting a beautiful navy blue gown in her direction.Violet hesitated, looking a little fearful. "I don't think I am ready for this. What if anyone asks questions I can't answer?"Clyde smiled blandly

Violet's POVClyde's hands roamed over my skin, leaving behind streaks of heat from his touch. Gentle yet firm, they were touches full of reverence, sending my heart into somersaults. He cradled my face as his thumb traced slow, dead-set circles on my cheek while he kissed me deeply.I melted into him, my body responding to his every touch, every kiss. The barriers we had erected between us over the past weeks crumbled, leaving nothing but raw emotion and desire. His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a path of heat that made me shiver despite the warmth of the water cascading over us.Clyde's hands slid down my shoulders, brushing over my arms, his fingertips lingering at my waist. His touch was electrifying, sending ripples of pleasure through me. He drew me closer, his body pressed against mine, his heart pounding in rhythm with my own."Violet," he whispered, his voice a mix of need and tenderness, "you drive me crazy."His name was breathed as my hands found the