All Chapters of My Step-Brother’s Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Kai’s hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel, the city lights of Riyadh blurring past. His mother’s bruised face flashed in his mind again, and the debt collectors’ final warning still ringing in his ears. “Pay up or we come for her again.” The memory hit him like a fresh wound.He had come home from university that afternoon, backpack slung over one shoulder, exhausted from lectures and the constant worry gnawing at him. The moment he stepped into their tiny apartment, chaos exploded.Two burly men in dark clothes were already inside. One smashed a chair against the wall while the other pinned his mother, Elena, against the kitchen counter.“Where’s the money, woman?” the larger man snarled, shaking her violently. “You think we’re running a charity? The interest alone is killing us!”Elena’s voice cracked. “Please… I just need a little more time. My son is studying. We’ll pay…”A sharp slap cut her off. Kai dropped his bag and rushed forward, but the second man shoved him ha

Kai slipped through the mansion’s side gate at midnight, his heart hammering against his ribs. The club’s black car waited two blocks away. Double pay. He couldn’t say no. His late father’s unsettled medical bills are there, he had to build his life without being a pawn in the rich man’s game, and he had to give his mom a better future than the one she is having with Magnus Voss.“Same client again,” Lena texted. “He’s impatient tonight.”The private suite felt hotter this time around, even more dangerous. Kai adjusted his mask, whip in hand, as the door opened. Damien lounged in the chair, shirt already discarded, eyes burning with raw hunger.“You came back,” Damien said, voice rough. “Good boy.”Kai didn’t reply. He cracked the whip sharp, his strokes precise and just hard enough to make Damien hiss in pleasure. Every lash built the tension his client needed. Damien’s body reacted instantly, hard and straining, the rare response Kai now knew was almost impossible for him.“On your

Kai sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as memories flooded back. Victor Kane. The name alone made his stomach twist.They had met in high school. Victor was the bad boy who showed interest first. He was confident, dangerous, impossible to ignore. Kai hadn’t liked him, not really. But Victor helped when no one else would. He bought Kai clothes, paid school bills his mother couldn’t cover, and put food on the table. In return, Kai became his plaything. “My personal boy,” Victor used to call him.Victor taught him dominance and BDSM. He would tie Kai up, whisper that he loved him, and get harder the more Kai cried or struggled. “Give me what I want,” he’d demand, forcing Kai to his knees. That was how Kai learned to be good with the whip and control, his survival skills born from fear. Victor was also violently jealous. One time when he saw Kai talking to another boy, he and his friends beat the guy badly. The rumor spread, and Kai became isolated, lonely without friends. He