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Lorenzo asks, stretching his neck over my shoulders to see what I'm reading. "A novel. Love to hate my stepbrother by lady barbecue." Inserting my finger through the pages I'm reading, I flip the book over so Lorenzo can see the cover of it. It's a picture of a teenage boy wearing a leather jacket with tats all over his body. "Hot, right?" I raise an eyebrow in question. Lorenzo scoffs. "Not as hot as me." He digs into the bag we brought along with us. "What's it about?"

“Then we’re going to practice again. And I want every single scream.” Outside, the morning continued bright and ordinary. Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of how thoroughly he had just taught her soaked into the mattress, already planning how many more times he was going to make her lose control before the weekend finally ended.

She had to be imagining, she thought. The memory of his hand, briefly steadying her on the shifting deck, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her traitorous body to still. He was her ‘stepbrother.” This was madness. A product of jet lag, forced proximity, and the unsettling opulence of the De’Luca world.

“Good. Keep hating me while you’re creaming on my cock every night.” The forbidden stepbrother I once couldn’t stand had completely claimed me. What started as three desperate days in a camping tent had become a full-blown, addictive, raw affair right under our parents’ roof. And neither of us had any intention of stopping. We were just getting started.

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill

Savoring a cup of coffee that felt right on the tongue. "Bro ... Brother-in-law, I don't want to serve you in bed, just the abuse from earlier," Mona said in a quick tone after stammering earlier, making Arka turn her head and stare intently at her face.

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!

4. Hide & Seek Chapter One I stepped into the wooden cabin, the mountain air still clinging to my skin from the drive up. My step-uncles—Damon, Trevor, Ian, and Oliver—greeted me with warm smiles and easy hugs. Mom and Stepdad were stuck in the snowstorm down below; their arrival delayed until tomorrow. The four of them treated me like a princess, carrying my bag, making me hot cocoa, and fussing over the fire until the whole place felt cozy.

Olivia is an ordinary girl from a modest family. Growing up under the shadow of her father's alcoholism and domestic violence, she developed a timid, insecure, and sensitive personality. Her mother, unable to endure it any longer, divorced her father. Although no one else wanted her, she was ultimately awarded to her mother. Her mother then remarried Thorn Moretti , a prominent CEO in the country. Even in her new family, Olivia lived cautiously, silently enduring the disdain and ridicule from the Moretti family and even the servants. Her mother, busy trying to please Dylan, failed to notice her plight and instead made her more obedient. Olivia's stepbrother—Dylan—was the only one w

"You don’t have to cease things with him over this, you know. It’s a perfect opportunity to no longer have to hide your relationship. He’s not your stepbrother anymore." "I know," I respond curtly before I press my head to the window as she starts the car, the engine roaring to life. She drives out of the house and I watch it slowly fade into the distance through the side mirror. ~ We lodged at one of the cheapest but modest hotels in town, and I can hear the sound of the clock ticking over my head as I stare at the screen of my phone. Mom is asleep beside me after a long chat and I’m unable to sleep as I keep reading the texts James sent me repeatedly in my head.