All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Luke’s POVThe bitter aroma of freshly roasted coffee was the only thing keeping my nerves in place as I hurried through the halls of St. Hale University.Today was my 18th birthday. The day my boyfriend, Rusty Bayron, was finally supposed to introduce me to his world.For six months, Rusty and I have been in love in secret. Being the star athlete, no one expects him to choose a man over a woman, so our meetings stay hidden from everyone.But last night, his promises changed everything. "Tomorrow we’ll make it official, Luke," he had whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow, the world will know that I like you and we can be together."A small smile played on my lips. Rusty had always leaned toward the dramatic, even if he occasionally used burner phones due to his obsession with privacy.I had simply put on my favorite shirt and walked through the university corridors until I reached the auditorium wing.As I approached, I noticed the heavy oak doors were ajar. Rusty was definitely in there!Wi

I stood there, in the center of the Grand Hall, my ears ringing. The revelation of Rusty and Frederick as my new stepbrothers had left me in a state of numb shock.Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to go back to our small, dilapidated apartment, but my feet were pinned to the marble."Richard…" I managed to say, forcing a voice that sounded tired rather than on the verge of a panic attack. "Please, I’m exhausted. It’s been a… long day. Could you show me to my room?"Richard Bayron nodded with a mechanical courtesy that set my teeth on edge. "Of course, Luke. The transition can be overwhelming." He looked at my mother, Darla, who watched him with a devotion that made my stomach turn. "Darla, dear, join us. I want you to see that we haven't spared any detail for our new son."'Our new son.' That simple phrase made me feel smothered.We ascended the imperial staircase, passing right by Frederick and Rusty. The former remained leaning against the railing, watching me with a p

My footsteps echoed with a hollow ring against the gray marble of the senior building. I’d never had a reason to set foot on this side of campus; the air felt colder here. There were no students rushing by, no laughter. Only the hum of the air conditioning and the scent of expensive furniture wax.I scanned the brass plates on the doors, my heart hammering against my ribs: 38A, 39A… until, finally, I saw it. A polished brass plate gleaming under the artificial light."40A," I whispered to myself.I stood motionless for a second before reaching out and placing my hand on the dark wood knob, feeling cold sweat drench my palms. I hesitated for a heartbeat before turning the knob and nudging the door open, revealing an office submerged in near-total darkness."Hello?" I whispered, stepping in cautiously.There was no answer. The place seemed deserted. I frowned and pulled out my phone again, lighting up the screen to verify the message. Had I gotten the wrong place?Before I could even op

LUKE’S POVThe silence in office 40A was so dense that I could hear the erratic thumping of my own heart against my ribs, reminding me that I was still alive, even if I felt like I was dying.Frederick was gone, but his presence still lingered in the air, mingled with that damn scent of tobacco and mint that now made my stomach churn.I stood there, frozen, my gaze fixed on the brown leather folder resting on the polished surface of the desk like an open trap, waiting for me to put my neck in the noose.I walked slowly toward the table, extending my hand toward the rough edge of the folder. It was thick, expensive—the kind of paper used for wills or death sentences.The smell of fresh ink hit me, and my eyes began to scan every page until I reached the clauses Frederick had drafted with surgical coldness."Absolute availability of the assistant twenty-four hours a day," I read in a low voice, feeling a knot in my throat. "Explicit waiver of physical privacy in areas designated by the

THIRD PERSON POVFrederick Bayron watched the scene with a dark fascination. He relished the nervous, almost erratic way Luke’s gaze flickered toward him every few seconds.The boy was clenching his jaw so hard that the muscles in his neck stood out like taut cords, and his eyes, usually soft, radiated a hatred so pure that Frederick found it mesmerizing."What the hell do you want now, Frederick?" Luke spat, his voice laced with poison. "I already gave you what you wanted. Let me go to my damn class."Frederick didn't flinch. He maintained a stony, almost robotic expression as he adjusted the cuffs of his designer blazer."The meeting was moved up," Frederick lied with terrifying naturalness, forcing a gesture of indifference. "Move."Luke arched an eyebrow, planting his feet firmly on the granite floor as a scoff of disbelief escaped his lips."Moved up? Five minutes ago you said you had an hour," Luke challenged, taking a step back. "I’m not going anywhere. I have Civil Law in ten