Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I wish I didn’t care.” “Don’t you want me to come out? Are you worried about the stepbrother thing?” “No. I mean, yes? I don’t want you to hide if you’re ready, but I am worried about the stepbrother thing. I’m not like you. I’m not tough and popular, and I do give a shit what people think of me. I’m finally over the bullying I had to deal with when I was outed, and I’m not sure I can handle it happening again.”

My first sexual experience is with my fucking stepbrother. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was just looking for a fucking key, not his cum. Not his smirk. Not the way he said “Open” like I was his to command. Fuck, how did I become so clouded with his charm that I did something do outrageous. I really need to find a way to end this… and I think I have to talk about him this. About how the blackmail should stop, about how all this should come to an end.

Always living on the edge, chasing that adrenaline every day? That's a life I was never cut for. After college, I chose to relocate. My father, Flinn was against it but eventually, he agreed. Escaping chaos was one thing, maybe the excuse I used to get away because the real chaos came in the name of Zander, my asshole stepbrother. He was everything I loathed yet couldn't keep my panties dry around. He was the type of man I could never commit to yet looking at him, he was the perfect object of my darkest imaginations.

“Help! Somebody help! Lily cut herself!” After that, the whole thing became my fault. I became the girl who sliced her own hand just to get out of piano practice, while Emily was the sweet sister who tried to help and got pushed down the stairs for it. Ben was furious. He kicked the piano over and refused to even look at me anymore. Mary was deeply disappointed too. She said I must have psychological problems, that I was withdrawn and prone to self-harm. Steve suggested sending me to a psychiatric hospital. He said someone with self-harming tendencies might hurt his dear sister next.

Weak? We were simply keeping a low profile. That was all. After speaking, Derek carefully raised his head. Just a little. "Is that enough? Can we leave now?" He was very afraid of my brother. He didn't dare look at me at all. My brother nodded slowly. As if considering. "That takes care of the adultery matter. The betrayal. The lies." He paused. His expression darkened. "Now let's settle the score for my sister and niece being bullied." Derek's face went pale. He began pleading again. Groveling.

“And you're so dumb to think that I would want to screw you, if I knew you were my step brother?“ I fired back. “What?“ He snapped. “Me? Dumb?“ He asked as if the word was an abomination. As if someone as insignificant as I, doesn't deserve to call him that. Jaxon glared at me murderously—one that would have made me cower a week ago, but not anymore. I don't know what happened but since that betrayal from Ashen and Lyra, I had gotten quite courageous. Maybe because I realised being careful and quiet only made me to be tramped upon and treated like trash. I stepped closer, my eyes never leaving his. That darn scent wrapped around me. Again! “Yes, stepbrother. Guinness should send you a plaque

As long as I didn’t fight back, as long as I stayed small enough, they would get bored and move on to their next target. Usually, that worked. And technically, I still had the bet. If I found a date for the ball, they were supposed to leave me alone. But was it really that simple? If before yesterday I might’ve believed they’d lose interest once I stayed dull enough—or once I won the bet—now that their father had become my mother’s mate, now that I had become their stepsister… I knew better than to believe they’d let me go that easily. Before, I’d been prey they toyed with.

To let him control my body however he wanted. And now he was my fucking stepbrother. The thought alone made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up right there on their polished floor. “I just wanted to give you security,” she added softly. Security? A bitter laugh almost escaped me at the irony of that word. Was that what she called it when she gambled away rent money? When she came home drunk and furious and beat me black and blue because I only brought home one thousand dollars? She stepped away from me, still wearing that fake smile like it belonged on a billboard, and Victor moved closer.

"I have released him, Uncle. Perhaps he is still too angry to come and see me." Then, my sister Caroline decided to join in on the bullying. She looked down at me with a mocking smile. "You’re breathing too loud, sister," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Be careful. We wouldn't want you to infect these important people with your 'shiftless wolf disease.'" The women sitting around her laughed loudly at her joke. They treated my lack of a wolf like a gross sickness. I bit my lip and stayed silent. I knew that if I said even one word back to her, it could mean my death. I had to stay quiet and endure the nightmare.

"Can we just drop it?" Ava held up her hands. "Okay, okay. Dropped. But seriously, if you need to talk I'm here." "I know. Thanks." I felt bad for snapping at her. She was just trying to help. But how could I tell her the truth? How could I explain that Nate Winter was about to become my stepbrother and he had already threatened to make my life hell? That he had done things to me in a library that made me forget my own name? It was too humiliating. Too complicated. Too everything.