All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LUKE’S POVThe taste of Riley’s mouth was sweet, like the cherry lip gloss she always wore, and her lips felt soft against mine. But instead of enjoying it, a wave of discomfort crawled up my spine as her lips moved with a desperation that suffocated me.I didn't feel that spark that burns your lungs when you kiss someone you truly desire. I only felt like I was betraying something I didn't know how to explain.I quickly raised my hands and placed them on her arms, squeezing firmly. I pulled her away, pushing her back just enough to break the contact, and I stood up abruptly from the stone bench, feeling the cold air hit my face.Riley stumbled, her eyes wide and her breathing shallow"What the hell are you doing, Riley?" I snapped, trying to make my voice sound not like an insult, but like the demand of a hurt friend. "Riley, we’re best friends! Why did you do that?"She froze, bringing a hand to her lips, which were now glistening from the kiss, while her other hand toyed with the h

No one said another word. They only nodded and returned to their seats, their faces pale. I didn't look at Luke; I just walked to the head of the table opposite my father and signaled to him. He sat in a chair right behind me, where the inner circle was located."Where is your brother?" my father asked, frowning."What the fuck do I care," I replied, sitting down. "I’m nobody’s babysitter."My father pursed his lips, about to say something, but at that moment the door opened and Rusty entered, looking agitated. His gaze swept across the table until it stopped on Luke. There was a strange intrigue in his eyes, a mixture of jealousy and curiosity that made me grit my teeth."Sit down and stop wasting our time, Rusty," I ordered him.He shook his head and took the empty seat next to me. Without waiting any longer, Richard cleared his throat and tapped the table, starting the meeting."Fine," my father said. "We have a problem with the Hong Kong Triad. They are moving pieces in London tha

Luke didn't shrink away; quite the opposite. Despite the lack of air, his eyes locked onto mine with a spark of defiance that set me on fire inside."Let go of me, Rusty!" he managed to say, clenching his teeth and grabbing my arm with his hands to try to push it away. "I don't give a damn what you think. Frederick at least isn't a coward who needs to hide behind a bet to touch me.""Don't talk about him!" I pressed harder, enjoying how his face began to redden. "Do you like it now? Do you like being the heir's lapdog?""I'm sick of you and your stupid game!" Luke kneeled me in the thigh, but I barely moved. "Do whatever you want! Let Frederick do whatever he wants! I don't care anymore!"Those words were like gasoline. Irrational jealousy clouded my vision.The idea that he no longer cared what I felt, or what I did to him, drove me crazy."I care because I had you first!" I roared, losing control.In a fit, I leaned my face in, seeking his lips by force, wanting to reclaim that terr

LUKE’S POV1 hour laterI sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the ring on my middle finger. The damn blue diamond seemed to mock me with every flash under the white ceiling light. I felt a constant pressure, a kind of imaginary electrical hum that reminded me every second that I belonged to the Bayrons."Damn it..." I growled, clenching my teeth until my jaw ached. "How did I end up in this hole?"I jumped to my feet, fury burning inside me. I walked toward the full-length mirror and faced my own reflection. I hated the expensive sweater they had forced me to wear and the way my eyes looked like those of a condemned man."You're an idiot, Luke," I recriminated myself in silence, clenching my fists until my nails dug into my palms. "You should have faced him years ago. You should have reported the harassment instead of seeking refuge in the arms of a coward like Rusty."Rage burned in my chest, a raw, masculine fury that wanted to explode against the walls. But I couldn't even vent my

LUKE’S POVThe sound of the alarm pierced my brain like a burning nail. I opened my eyes, and the ceiling of the room spun a full circle before stabilizing.I lay motionless, with a terrible headache, staring at the white light streaming through the large window while the memories of the early morning hit me with the force of a sledgehammer.Frederick, with his whiskey breath, his perverted gaze, and the humiliation of my own body reacting to him.I remained still, staring into the void, letting the hours pass, watching the sunlight change its angle on the carpet. I didn't eat; I didn't drink; I just lay there, rotting in my own disgust.However, around 4 in the afternoon, a few soft knocks sounded at the door."Luke? Honey, are you awake?" My mother’s voice pierced through the wood.I didn't answer, believing she would leave and let me be in peace. But instead, the door opened slowly and she walked in.She looked radiant, already dressed in a silk ensemble that screamed "mogul's wife