All Chapters of Rule Number 1: Kissing Your Stepbrother Again Will Ruin You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Breathing The Same Oxygen With Him

Elowen The first thing I felt when I woke up this morning was excitement. Pure, unfiltered excitement. For the first time in what felt like forever, I actually sprang out of bed without hitting snooze three times or bargaining with God for five extra minutes of sleep. My heart felt strangely light, buzzing with the kind of energy that made it impossible to stay still. Today was my first day at Belmont Academy. Belmont. I smiled. Even thinking the name made something flutter inside my chest. I had done it. Me. Elowen Vale. The girl who spent years juggling school, helping Father, working at Cheesy Crust, and posting random singing videos online in hopes that one day, just one day, something would work out. And something finally did. I got into my dream college. On a scholarship. Okay, technically, the scholarship only covered one year, which meant I still had three terrifyingly expensive years ahead of me. But that was a problem for future Elowen. Present Elowen refused t

12. S*xual Assault

Elowen I've come to a conclusion that I must've been the universe's most hated person to walk the earth. I was fully convinced of that by the time I dragged my suitcase down the stairs that morning. It didn't just dislike me or feel mildly inconvenienced by my existence. Passionate hatred—that's the feeling it had for me. Because there was absolutely no other explanation for why my life had turned into a badly written comedy where every punchline involved my dearest stepbrother. My duffel bag was slung over one shoulder, a backpack hanging off the other, while I half-dragged my suitcase like a struggling single mother of three. My laptop bag kept slipping down my arm every three seconds, and I was already sweating. What a great way to start your first day in college. Fantastic. By the time I reached the last few steps, I could see Zephyr through the open front door, standing there and looking illegal. He leaned against a sleek blue sports car parked in the driveway like he belo

13. Her Expressions Are Fucking Cute

Zephyr The entire drive to Belmont should have been satisfying. It should have been fucking glorious. After all, I had just witnessed something I was absolutely never going to let Elowen forget for the rest of her life. Her face. Jesus Christ. Just thinking about it made my lips twitch. The way her mouth had landed directly on the zipper of my jeans, right on my crotch. The way those green eyes had widened like saucers. Every drop of colour drained from her face before all of it came rushing back so fast she turned violently red. Her ears had gone pink. Her cheeks had gone crimson. Even the tip of her nose had turned red. And for the first time since meeting her— My sharp-mouthed, smartass little stepsister had been speechless. No insults thrown at me, no sarcastic comeback, or dramatic threats about murdering me. Nothing. Just pure, raw embarrassment, and fuck if that wasn't the cutest thing I had ever seen. Cute. I frowned at my own thought. I shouldn't think of her that w

14. My Loud Little Problem

Elowen I had officially decided that Belmont Academy was a scam. Who in their right mind designs a university where Mondays aren’t actual instructional days and then conveniently forgets to mention that in the acceptance packet? Because if that little detail had been printed anywhere, I wouldn't have spent my morning playing the role of the campus clown. The memory replayed in my head for the hundredth time that night. Me, wearing a bike helmet, wanting pedal my overly ambitious heart into academic greatness, only to find out about this in the worst possible way. And worse—finding it out in front of Zephyr and a handful of hot, deeply judgmental Belmont guys. I buried my face into my pillow, letting out a muffled groan. God, kill me. Actually, no. Kill him. Because somehow, every humiliating milestone in my life lately had Zephyr’s fingerprints all over it. First, I tripped and fall on him. Then my face landed on his— No. I refused to let my brain go there. I pressed the pill

15. GAME ON

ElowenI opened my eyes to an unfamiliar, pristine white ceiling and made a silent pact with myself: Today will be good.It had to be. I needed twenty-four hours of peace, productivity, and basic human dignity. No public humiliation. And most importantly, zero Zephyr-induced suffering. I will try all I can to avoid him today. Sighing, I sat up and took a slow breath to steady my nerves. Yesterday had been a disaster, but people embarrass themselves all the time. Some people trip on stairs; some accidentally call their professors "Mom." My particular flavor of humiliation just happened to involve a scholarship, a group of judgmental Belmont guys, and a stepbrother with the emotional maturity of a rabid raccoon.New day means a clean slate.I swung my legs out of bed, taking in my new room. I hated to admit it, but the space was beautiful. Morning light poured through heavy, expensive curtains, illuminating the soft cream walls and the massive built-in bookshelves. The bed felt like sl

16. A Familiar Face At Locker Room 3

ElowenBy the time the taxi crawled to a stop in front of the massive wrought-iron gates of Belmont Academy, my anger toward Zephyr had metastasized. It was no longer a hot, impulsive reaction; it had cooled into something structured, patient, and deeply calculated. A refined, low-simmering loathing. The kind that whispered, "Don’t just break something of his. Wait and when it's time, make it hurt."I handed the driver my remaining cash, leaving my wallet completely hollow, and stepped out onto the pavement. I hitched the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder, took one look at the campus ahead of me, and completely forgot to breathe. Oh My God!!Belmont Academy wasn't just a university. It was an aggressive display of generational wealth.Massive Gothic stone buildings loomed against the morning sky, their cream-colored facades softened by thick, meticulously manicured ivy. Tall, arched windows caught the sunlight, throwing brilliant, diamond-like reflections across the pristine

17. First Day Chaos

Elowen I had exactly three expectations for my first actual lecture at Belmont. One: I would sit quietly in the back row. Two: I would avoid drawing a single pair of eyes to myself. Three: I would survive the next sixty minutes without adding another chapter to my growing anthology of public embarrassment. But if my first twenty-four hours at this university had taught me anything, it was that expectations were a luxury I couldn't afford. The lecture hall was less of a classroom and more of a mini stadium. Rows of polished mahogany seats curved steeply upward, looking down toward a pristine stage. The walls were lined with state-of-the-art acoustic panels, expensive directional speakers hung from the vaulted ceiling, and resting at the front sat a glossy black grand piano that looked like it cost more than my entire life expectancy. The students surrounding me only added to the weight in my stomach. It was a sea of designer sweaters, subtle drifts of expensive perfume,

18. Songbird

Elowen "Hey," My entire nervous system short-circuited. I froze, my eyes wide, staring fixedly at the blackboard. "You know," the voice murmured lazily, a distinct, amused vibration in the tone, "most people at least offer a polite 'hello' after spending that much time appreciation-testing my anatomy." A fierce, bright crimson blush exploded across my cheeks, heating my skin all the way to my ears. Ivy glanced over, her brow furrowing. "Elowen? You okay? Your face is literally purple." "Fine," I choked out, my voice sounding strained even to myself. "Just... hot in here." "Time is up," Dr. Hale announced, standing up. "Pass your papers to the left." The relief of the bell was instantaneous. The hall erupted into a chaotic swell of groans and complaints as everyone began packing up. I moved with frantic speed, shoving my notebook and pens into my bag like I was clearing out a crime scene. Escape was the only priority. I threw the strap over my shoulder and stood up, bu

19. For Heaven's Sake

Elowen By evening, I had come to one very painful conclusion: every bike repair shop in this city was sharing a single, deeply unhelpful brain cell. After calling shop number one, then three, then five, then ten, the response was a carbon copy across the board. “Miss, honestly? Just buy a new one.” I tightened my grip on my phone, pacing the length of the living room. “But you fix broken chains, right?” “Yes.” “And bent rims?” “Sure.” “Then why can’t you fix this one?” The mechanic on the other end let out a heavy, long-suffering sigh. “Because whoever did that to your bike didn’t just break it, kid. They murdered it. It looks like it was run over by a tank.” I went quiet. Murdered. Yeah, that was the exact legal term for what Zephyr had done. Fucking asshole. I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the couch, letting out a muffled groan straight into a throw pillow. I hated him. I didn't just dislike him; I hated him with a burning, cosmic intensity. Urghh

20. Sex In My Room???

Elowen I didn't think. I simply vibrated with a brand-new, terrifying frequency of pure, unadulterated rage. One second I was standing by the coat rack processing the sound of giggles echoing through the apartment. The next, my feet were moving on autopilot, tracking a scent trail of heavy, cloying designer perfume straight down the short hallway down to my room. I slammed my palm against the wood, throwing the door open so hard the doorknob punched a clean indentation into the drywall behind it. "What the actual hell do you think you're doing?!" The words died in the quiet air. Total, agonizing silence fell over the space. And then my eyes adjusted, and I instantly wished for temporary blindness. Zephyr was sprawled across my mattress. My goddamn mattress. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black boxers, looking entirely shameless and aggressively comfortable, as if the concept of personal boundaries was a foreign language he had no interest in learning. Propped

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