All Chapters of My Forbidden Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

OLIVIA The plane touched down with a soft jolt, and just like that, my old life was left somewhere in the clouds. After clearing immigration, I stepped out of the airport, my suitcase rolling behind me as warm air brushed against my skin. The place was loud, voices overlapping, engines humming, people laughing as they reunited with friends and family. I stood there, unmoving, scanning faces that meant nothing to me. I was alone. A month ago, none of this had been real. A month ago, it was just my mum and me—like it had always been. Then she sat me down one evening, her voice careful, her eyes uncertain, and told me the truth. My father knew about me now. He had found out I existed. And he wanted me to come live with him. He said he wanted to know me. To make up for the time he had lost. Mum hadn’t agreed at first. She was angry—hurt in ways she tried to hide. But I convinced her. I told her I was old enough to decide. That I deserved to know where I came from. And ma

OLIVIA Dinner was finally over, but my mind refused to slow down. The clinking of dishes being cleared, the faint shuffle of the maids’ footsteps, even the low hum of the chandeliers above—it all blended into a background noise I barely noticed. My thoughts, however, were loud, relentless, and merciless. Adrian. His presence. That magnetic pull I couldn’t explain. I was about to excuse myself, make a graceful retreat to my room, and hide from the storm raging in my chest when Dad’s voice stopped me mid-step. “Olivia, sit for a moment,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes were calm, but I could feel that faint trace of his usual authoritative weight. I froze, trying not to let the panic show. I glanced at Adrian, who didn’t even look up from his phone, his thumbs moving rapidly over the screen. The glow from the device accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and the serious curve of his lips. How can someone look so… untouchable, so untouchably calm, while my world is f

OLIVIA The ride was thrilling, spending time in my new car. I always thought I would get my first car in college—something secondhand, maybe scratched, definitely earned. Who knew it was going to be now? Who knew it would look like this? The engine purred beneath my hands, smooth and responsive, like it was waiting for me to tell it what to do. I eased out behind Adrian’s car, my pulse jumping with every turn of the wheel. He drove ahead at an unhurried pace, considerate, like he knew I was still getting used to the feel of it. “Take it easy,” his voice came through the speaker, calm and steady. “You’ll get the hang of it.” “I’m fine,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Just trying not to fall in love with it too fast.” A soft laugh answered me. “Too late for that.” We drove through winding roads lined with trees so tall they formed a canopy overhead. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the pavement in gold. The estate stretched endlessly, manicured lawns giving way to

ADRIAN When my dad told me I’d be getting a stepsister, irritation was my first reaction—strong, sharp, immediate. In my head, she was already loud, entitled, the kind of girl who complained about everything and treated people like furniture. I had prepared myself to tolerate her, not to like her. Then Olivia stepped into my life and completely wrecked that assumption. I noticed her before she even spoke. She was just there, a little unsure of herself, fingers fidgeting as if she wasn’t certain where to place them. Her hair framed her face softly, not overly styled, not trying too hard. There was something disarming about her—something real. The kind of beauty that doesn’t demand attention but quietly steals it anyway. I told myself I was just being observant. Protective, maybe. She was new. She was family now. A lie. A convenient one. Her eyes flicked toward me, cautious, curious. When they met mine, she blushed—just a faint tint on her cheeks, like she hadn’t expected

OLIVIA The student guide was a girl dressed in colour matching stuffs, from her dress to her shoes to her hair accessories and even her glasses. She also looked bubby. "Hi, I'm Freya. You must be Olivia." She said holding her hand out for a handshake. I shook them immediately, not wanting to come out as rude or whatever. She smiled wider when I shook her hand, like I’d just passed some invisible test. “Welcome to Beacon Hills,” Freya said brightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t overwhelm you—okay, maybe a little, but only in a helpful way.” I laughed softly. “I’ll take helpful.” She linked her arm with mine like we’d known each other forever and started walking. “First rule here: everyone pretends not to be impressed, but everyone is impressed. Second rule: don’t try too hard. They can smell desperation.” I blinked. “That’s… oddly comforting.” “Told you,” she grinned. “You’ll fit in just fine.” As we walked through the corridors, she pointed out everything with practiced ent