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His lips parted faintly, but I kept going before he could interrupt me. “You saw me, Lucian,” I said, my chest tightening. “You saw Caelen. You accepted me. Cherished me. Gave me the kind of love I never thought I’d deserve. And even —” I laughed softly, the sound a little wet now — “even tolerated my idiot brother, just because he comes with the package.” That finally got a small huff of amusement out of him, though his dark eyes didn’t leave mine. “Caelen…” he said, and his hands came up to cradle my jaw.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

“Besides my idiot brother has friends over and I’d rather not be there” “How old is your brother?”. I asked. “24 going on 50”. She smirked. “Bit of an asshole”. “How so?”. I was digging but I couldn’t help but be a little curious. “I’m sure you’ll meet him one day. Do you have any siblings?”. “Only child”.

"I don't think they can blow up the world, lady. That kind of thing only happens in movies. I believe they want attention and some blood because of everything the police have been doing to arrest them. I wouldn't think of something as drastic as what you suggest. It doesn't even make any sense. Why would they blow up some part of the world if they died in it too? That doesn't make any sense.” "My brother considered himself a God," I explained to him, opening a weak smile. "He believed he could command everyone's lives. On the last day of his life, he gave a poisoned dinner to thousands of people at a party. He fought and killed people he didn't even know what they were dying for. And he only

“At last I am alone. I’m only surrounded by idiots.” My brother, a big asshole, dared to fall in love with my woman. He didn’t realize I wanted him out of my world. It seems the lesson he got a few years ago wasn’t enough for him. He still tried to be a smart ass. She, my beloved wife, the idiot. Instead of being grateful for what I gave her, she threw herself into her brother-in-law’s arms. It wasn’t enough for her. I wanted to make her a grande dame full of expensive jewelry and dressed in the latest fashions.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

“Every time he texts you or tries to sit next to you in the cafeteria, you glance at me first. Like you’re checking if I’m watching.” I swallowed hard. Brady Collins was charming, always cracking jokes with his easy smile and those bright blue eyes. He had asked me out twice already this semester, but I turned him down both times, because of this. Because of the secret pull toward my own stepbrother. “Brady’s nice,” I said, trying to sound normal. My breath hitched as Alexander’s hand moved under my dress. “He’s your best friend. He’d lose his mind if he knew what you’re doing right now.”

How could I be so stupid! My phone buzzed in that moment and it was from Damien. It was a picture of him naked in his bed, his bed which was empty. "She's gone, don't worry." It read and my heart seemed to recede back to it's normal position in my chest. I let out a deep sigh of relief. However, I still could not rest as I walked back to the bed and sat down, why would I be mated to my brother!?

I sit up slowly. Samuel Thomas. Michael’s younger brother. The black sheep. The one who walked out of this family three years ago after a fight so ugly it left scorch marks on everything, walked straight out the front door of this penthouse into a December night without his coat and got on a plane to Paris and did not look back.

And judging from the way he looked at Tad in the hospital hallway, something definitely existed between them beyond normal family hatred. I rubbed my forehead slowly. I’d ask him tomorrow. But first I need to see Elliot. Guilt settled heavily inside my chest. I had been gone for six whole months. Six months while my little brother remained trapped inside that hospital room fighting for his life alone. I closed my eyes tightly. What kind of sister does that? ******** The next morning, I ignored every instruction Tad left through the staff. The moment David brought the car around, I slid into the backseat calmly.