My Forbidden Brother
OLIVIA
The drive home had been a slow-motion torture. Every bump in the road, every turn of the steering wheel, had shifted the weight of the device still nestled inside me. By the time the wrought-iron gates of the estate swung open, I was a frayed wire, humming with a tension that threatened to snap.
Adrian was already there, waiting for me in the foyer. He didn't say a word. He simply gestured toward the master suite.
The moment the door clicked shut, the "brother" mask didn't just fall—it shattered. He didn't let me take the blazer off. He pushed me back against the heavy oak, his eyes dark with a terrifying, focused hunger.
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