Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother 소설 & 이야기

Something to calm me down, stop me from thinking about him. “I hope everyone’s enjoying their meal,” I asked, my eyes moving around thr room. “I was going to tell you how good the food was before Father spoke up. you’re a great cook, Mum.” He complimented, smiling sheepishly. Mum! Stepmom! I guess I had better get used to this agony. “How would Hunter react if he ever found out his new mom fucked his brother?” The voice in my head questioned. “Well, he will never find out, even if I have to end it before he does.” I shut the voice up.

But I was completely wrong. "How could I tell you? It's not something to brag about," he made a fake chuckle, making fun of the situation that's for me very crucial. "It's not something to brag about but something to discuss, you idiot!" I can't control my emotions anymore. Why is my brother getting bullied?

I stated and then hung up the phone. I thought he actually listened to me and didn’t bother contacting me. I never expected this. What did he want with my life? Was he back to ruin it all? Just when I had begun to think life was perfect for me and now he was back to make me suffer and be traumatised all over again, but this time, I won't go down without a fight. I was not the fat, meek and naive seventeen year old from high school anymore. I wouldn’t let a person walk all over me anymore, even if that person is my stepbrother. I thought those words in my head before I fell asleep.

I then got out of the car, ready to thank her for the ride. "I bet it's something you can do." Olivia was responding to the fact that I felt I might not be able to do what it would take, to have Adrian fall for me. She then went on to say, "I have a really big question that bothers me and I've been meaning to ask." "What's up?" I swallowed. I was every inch exhausted. "Since Adrian is your stepbrother, what's going to happen when he finally stops bullying you and starts developing affection for you?”

"It's not like that. I mean... I do have some friends that have stuck by me. But... since your stepbrother started picking on me... most of them abandoned ship, you know?" Jenna nodded. She'd been a victim of bullying in primary school. She knew what it was like to be abandoned. "I'm so sorry he did that to you," Jenna said, suddenly becoming enraged at her evil stepbrother. How could he do something so cruel? "You have no need to be sorry!" Jacob cried, shocking her to a halt. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Do you know how many people have stood up to him to defend me?" Jenna shook her head in the negative.

"We're both very concerned about her now, which is something we don't usually do, even with the girls that we mess with. Don't you think it's very strange that we care about her so much now?" He suddenly gasped. "Is she messing with our brains?" I felt like my brother was becoming more stupid. Instead of always finding it fun to mess with her, I helped her. Doesn't that mean I have cared about her before I could know? "You're wrong again. She's our step-sister now and our mate. We used to bully her when we didn't know she was our mate, but we already tried to mark her because we knew she wouldn't let us when she was conscious."

Sophie added, "acting like you're too good for your own stepbrothers. Like, we get it, you're not actually related, but the way you treat them is just pathetic." "They're hot, rich, and actually nice to you sometimes," Lily continued, stepping closer. "And you act like they're diseased. What's your damage?" I bent down to pick up the photo pieces, my vision going red around the edges. These girls had no idea what they were talking about. No idea about the complicated mess that was my relationship with my stepbrothers. No idea about anything, really. "I said give me the photo." I stood up, clutching the torn pieces.

"He thinks I’m trouble, I think you’re a sociopath, and my scholarship is currently hanging by a thread. You win the 'Most Likely to Succeed at Arson' award." Vivian let out a choked, hysterical laugh. She slumped back onto the piano bench, her fingers digging into the keys, creating a discordant crash. "You think I have it easy? You think because I have the Hartley name and a closet full of Prada that I’m happy?" "I think you’re a girl who tried to kill my stepbrother because he wouldn't look at you," I countered. "But please, tell me your tragic backstory. Does the yacht not have enough cup holders?"

“I don't know. I should be the one asking that. My stepsister claims you have bullied her for a while now and I wanted to know why that's true, if it's true, and when you became a bully. Do you want to explain to us?” Us? Who and who? “I don't understand—” Shock filled my countenance. “Did you bring me here to ask if I'm a bully? Or is there a point of yours I might be missing?” A smile came on my face, but it wasn't a good one, it wasn't going to be a good one either. “Are you saying you believe your sister over me?” “That's not supposed to be a question, is it?” “Oh, it is—” My tone rose and I let out. “I'm not sure what you mean by that but I know you're wrong. Very wrong at that, can you

His skin was warm, familiar, the touch that used to feel like home, but the second I made contact, he flinched and pulled his arm away like I burned him, shifting further toward the edge of the bed, putting more space between us. “Don’t,” he muttered. “You made it clear what we are. Step-siblings. Remember? So act like it.” “I didn’t mean it!” The words came out fast, desperate. I didn’t let him pull away completely; I climbed onto the edge of his bed, refusing to be pushed aside. “I said it because I got scared! I panicked, okay? She was asking everyone, she was staring at us, and I was terrified someone would find out and take this away from us. But I never meant it. I never meant you’re j