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I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns. Already, putting her story out there was a big step for her, and it felt liberating. She was drying herself with a towel casually as she walked back into her room, when she saw she had a notification on Reddit. Her nervousness came back full force, and she could feel that her palms had gotten sweaty. There was dread but also anticipation warring within her as she clicked on the notification. The first comment was rather encouraging, and it read: Stepbrother? As in you’re not blood-related, right? YOLO sister!

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

It should have felt comforting, safe, but instead I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. An older man looked up from behind the counter when we entered. “Good morning, ladies. Welcome to Harrison’s. I’m Edward. How can I help you today?” “We’re looking for something related to pack history,” Mom said. “Historical journals, leadership documents, anything that might interest someone who studies Beta records from previous generations.” Edward’s eyes lit up. “Ah, a scholar of pack history. I have just the section for you. Follow me.” He led us to the back of the store where several shelves held leather-bound journals and carefully preserved documents. Mom and I started browsing together,

He had this way of making you feel like nothing, while looking at you like you’re everything he’ll ever want. He commanded everyone to leave the room, save for his brothers and I, and took one look at me before smiling, “take your clothes off, sweet cheeks.” I should have run. I was marrying Brandon the next day. Instead, I was so curious and blinded by the lust I could no longer hide while looking at their massive cocks and naked bodies, that I pulled the nightshirt over my head and let them look. I let my stepbrothers see every inch of the body I was supposed to hate them for wanting.

“Ugh!” Then suddenly a familiar headache struck. [Not content with stealing my family, my position…… you dare to even steal Harper?] The part where William says he was ‘robbed’ by Gabriel came to mind again. ‘What! And his sworn enemy older brother Gabriel was actually not blood-related?! An adoptee trying to take over BK Group by doing such cruel and ruthless things?! Wow, what a crazy dysfunctional family…….’ Then the muttering I had done while reading the novel before came to mind.

So she let him be. There was no convincing Bran to do things when he’d already said no. Not having her link with Bran made it more difficult to stay in the cabin and read through her mother’s books. She couldn’t bother Grayson too much during the day because he needed to concentrate on doing his job as the sheriff. Bree was amazed at the amount of information the books contained. It had everything from the beneficial uses of everyday household items to love potions, curses, and cures for every ailment.

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana