All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Corleone povThe head of the department's office smelt like wood and pretense. Brown carpet, locked drawers and boring eyes.Mr Oswald sat across me, lips tight like he was afraid to say the wrong thing. Red suit, subtle beard. He looked annoyingly ugly.He cleared his throat, pushing back his large glasses. "Fights are not acceptable in this high esteemed college —""She picked a fight first." I cut him off, arms crossed lazily. "It is still a terrible offence, Miss." He countered, worry creasing his forehead. "You broke her nose."I scoffed, "You have surveillance cameras, yeah? She started it. I only stood up for myself."Four schools in one year. Two countries. Thanks, mom.Life would have been easier if I didn't get dropped off in a new school like some packaged box for delivery. I wanted a good marriage for my mom. That was true. But staying in Berlin would have been the best.The door opened. Dry haircut. Black suit styled with green patches. It looked disgustingly beautiful e

Martil povThe night tasted like smoke and regret. It smelled like burnt oil. Especially with a name I couldn't tell.I hated riding when my head wasn't clear, when my thoughts were jumbled. But in some way, it was suffocating. The house was suffocating. It wasn't mine. It was my father’s. But she was suffocating. Corleone. A blonde brat.I hated that name. I hated her name. I hated the way it wrapped itself around my tongue like something forbidden – except it was definitely forbidden.She moved like she didn't know I watched her. Like she wasn't pressing every wrong button inside me. It was fucking wrong.I should have stayed silent. I should have let her tiptoe back to bed like a clueless girl in someone else's house. Only that I didn't. I didn't keep my fucking mouth shut.She walked into our lives — into my life like a goddamn flame and no one thought to put it out. Five months. That was all it took for her mother to move in with my father and play house. Now, I had a brat fo

Corleone's povI stepped into the rain. It was of my will. No one forced me to."Are you coming or not?" Martil held out the black helmet, water dripping from his hair.I should have said no. I shouldn't have answered him. But my outstretched hands wanted me to see how far I could push my luck tonight.I climbed on the back of his bike. I didn't say a word. He didn’t say anything either.Rain slapped my skin in sharp taps as my fingers hesitated before they curled around his waist.His long legs press lifted off the ground, revving the engine to life. The sound was low and guttural – like it warned me of the option I just chose.It wouldn't hurt. Mom's driver couldn't make it. No one else could take me home. I would be forgotten in school because the rain definitely wouldn't stop too soon.We took off, cutting through the rain drops like scissors through cotton. The ride was fast and smooth but every turn made me more aware of the strength in front of me.My eyes bored holes into his