All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Daphne’s pov I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. Stefan,My best friend’s brother. The one I trailed around like a shadow when I was ten, the one I thought would always be just out of reach. I told myself it would go away. That I’d grow up, find someone else, move on. But seeing him now — just across the room, hair falling into his eyes, that half-smile that used to make me melt in seconds — all of that pretending crumbled. My chest tightened. My stomach twisted. My body betrayed me in ways I had no control over. I wanted him. Desperately. Every nerve screamed it. My skin burned, my thighs ached, and I realized, with terrifying clarity, that my body had never stopped craving him. “Daphne?” My best friend’s voice cut through my haze. Her eyes followed mine, sharp and curious. “What are you staring at?” I forced a smile. “Nothing… I wasn’t staring at anything.” “Liar,” she snapped, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I want to let you know my brother is back. H

Daphne’s POV The kiss between us deepens, our tongues intertwining—mint and alcohol mixing between us. A soft moan escapes my lips, igniting every nerve in my body. Then suddenly, he pulls away. Before I can even speak, Stefan slumps forward and goes unconscious. I blink, confused, emotions crashing into each other. Did Stefan and I just kiss? A breathless grin slips out of me before I catch myself. I turn to him—still knocked out—and watch his still form for a full minute. Then my eyes widen. This… this wasn’t right. The room suddenly feels too small, too warm, like the walls are pressing in on me. I can still taste him on my lips, and that only makes the panic spike even more. My heart kicks up sharply. I push up from the bed immediately, the urge to leave screaming through me. I slip out of his room and hurry straight to ours. Bianca and Bella are sprawled across the bed, competing over who could snore louder, but that’s the least of my problems. I sink onto the c

Daphne’s POV I stared at my reflection until the girl in the mirror blurred, then a laugh tore out of me—sharp, broken, wrong. It kept spilling from my throat, growing louder, more unhinged, until my chest ached. I shoved my hair back with trembling fingers, frustration burning under my skin. A sister. That was what he saw when he looked at me. After kissing me. After lighting something in me I couldn’t put out. The word felt like a blade twisting deeper every time it echoed in my head. A snarl ripped from my lips as I swept my arm across the vanity. Bottles shattered. Powders exploded across the floor like bruised petals. I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, hard enough to taste blood, but it didn’t stop the tears. They slid down anyway—hot, humiliating. I loved him. God, I loved him so much it hurt to breathe. How was I supposed to accept this? How did someone survive loving a man who belonged to someone else? A knock sounded at the door. I stiffened, eyes snapping