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I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.

Not even sure if I can say again because I remember being a heartless fūcker since I was a kid. I shook my head and climbed out of the Cadillac, immediately spotting Francisco at the entrance laughing with other capos. I tried to not look at him with hate as I approached him. How could I hate him if he was my brother? I never pursued my angel because of the same reason. But right now, I felt hate for the man that I called brother. I felt hate because of his cowardliness regardless of the bullshīt reason he wanted to give me. I felt hate because he wanted to take my angel from me even if he didn’t know she was mine.

I limp off the bed and sit in front of the food, slowly grab a fork and take a bite without tearing my gaze from him. His lips twitch into a small smile. “You take orders well. My brother is a lucky man. I hate when women are feisty. They should be submissive, don't you agree, Miss Raven?” he tilts his head, speaking as if he's having a normal chat with his friend about the weather. “Don't worry, Damien is going to be here soon but before he does, you and I are going to have a very long chat,” “You hurt Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar,”

Ever since our parents died, Brother has been upholding the teaching they taught us and I'm very grateful to him. Anyway, when is this party going to end? It's almost 11 o'clock now, isn't it? When can I go home? I'm still underage you know! And I want to read my favorite romance-fantasy novel again, 'Endless Poison Love'! Kyah! I've already read it more than a hundred times, but I just can't get enough of it. Ah, the love between an assassin and a Prince, both from different worlds, both having different beliefs, both with opposite personalities, yet their love brought them together. Kyah! I want to read it so badly, huhu. "Navier, may I have this dance?” Cryx offered his hand gently and sm

The day of her supposed date with Julian, Lena woke up with two things she hadn't gone to bed with: a first edition of One Hundred Years of Solitude with a coffee ring on the dust jacket, which was not her copy and which she had apparently taken home in her bag by accident from school, and a text from an unknown number. You chose the wrong brother to be with. She stared at it for a long time. Then: Don't worry. He'll figure it out, too.

A cold dread seeped into my bones as the words echoed in my mind. C-contract marriage? My knees nearly gave out. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the couch. No. That's not possible. My brother…my brother is trying to snatch my wife, my woman. That snake. That bastard. He has always snatched everything from me, and now, my wife? “NO!” I screamed, slamming my phone to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces, my chest burning with rage. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing in agitation.

He rested his elbows on his knees and tilted his head like he was studying an injured animal he'd run down in the woods. "Well," Malcolm drawled, "that was intense. Real fuckin' Shakespearean drama right there. Brother turns on brother over some prime pussy. Classic." I didn’t respond. Didn’t have the spit for it. Just lay there staring at the blood-smeared floorboards, trying to focus on anything other than the searing pain lancing my skull or the deeper, gut-wrenching ache in my chest where brotherhood used to live.

He looked concerned and caring like the good brother rushing to help his clumsy step-sister. “Let me help you up,” he said, positioning himself to block most of the crowd’s view as he pulled me to my feet. The moment I was upright and pressed against him, his mouth moved close to my ear and his voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear. “You stupid, clumsy bitch.” My blood ran cold. “Did you really think you could get through one night without fucking something up?” His whisper was vicious while his hands remained gentle on my arms, the perfect picture of brotherly support. “Look at you. Covered in champagne and blood and humiliation. Exactly where you belong.”

I unclenched it slowly. It was only when I lowered my hand that I felt the warm wet line crawling down the inside of my wrist. A long curve of crystal had opened a thin clean cut across the heel of my palm. It just sat there, weeping, the blood rolling slowly down the inside of my forearm and beginning to spot the cuff of my white shirt. I watched it for a long time. I just stood at the cabinet and watched my own blood spread into the brandy, and the brandy spread into the wood, and the wood begin to take both of them in like the floor of this house had taken my brother's blood the night before.