My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

Edward didn't reply. "Who are you?" the physiotherapist demanded. "We are his brothers. Now get out," Mathew roughly pushed the doctor out of the room. "We heard that you cannot speak because of your facial paralysis. It's alright. We can understand that you still love us the same," Samuel chimed in, ignoring the protests of the doctor. Matthew was looking around the room and didn't even bother to pretend. "Brothers, he cannot talk. Why waste our time? Just take those papers out and take his thumb impression. I don't like the smell of the disinfectants," he muttered impatiently.

I turned to him, my gaze holding his. “If he does, you call me. I don’t care about the Alpha or the pack rules. I will burn that mansion down to get to you.” “Why are you doing all this for me, River? You, Rain, Rex…” River laughed, but it sounded sad. He pulled me a little closer until our chests were almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off him. “Debbie, I don't know how to explain this, but… I—my brothers—we adore you. We cherish you so much.”

What a sweet temptation. And now, mother had just made things more complicated with this marriage. Probably the first man I’ve come to hate to love, and love to hate, the first man that has stirred my sinful desires in years, was now going to be my stepbrother. I almost chuckled at the sound of it. It didn’t sound right. I could imagine myself talking about him and telling people he’s my stepbrother. The same man I used to talk about with so much spite and resentment in my voice. The same man who gave me the best night of my life just some days ago. That man, Dame Casian, was now going to be my stepbrother.

His expression changed immediately, shifting from controlled anger to concern. "Chloe." I walked inside. "I'm sorry." He came toward me. "You have nothing to apologize for." One of the board members gave a bitter laugh. "That's debatable." Adrian turned toward him without releasing my hand. "What exactly are you suggesting?" The man placed his phone on the table with deliberate slowness. "That this company is being dragged into a scandal because the CEO can't separate his personal interests from his professional responsibilities." I stared at the photograph again. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to stop existing in this moment.

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

I said with worry written all over my face. "Of course, I won't if only you get married to me. can't you see I'm doing all this because of my love for you? I can't stand it when I see other men close to you. Especially my brother. I'm sorry but if I can't have you? then no one else can." He touched the strands of my hair. But I tried to move away. "Are you obsessed?" I stared at him in disgust and hatred. Is this a game to him?

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

That night, I gave myself to him completely. It was wrong. He was my stepbrother. It was right. I didn't regret it. Not for one second.

The tears filled my eyes and Astrid looked at me in panic "Fuck! Don't... shit don't do that I am not good with tears" "He still wants to check up on me even after what I did" "What did you do?" I sniffed "I really messed up" "I don't think that it was that bad Selene, just tell me, and we'll figure it out”I shook my head "there is no figuring it out. He probably despises me and never wants to see my face anymore.... and what's worse is that I probably deserve it" Astrid hissed "if there is one thing I know about my brother is that he is obsessed with you. Like that man is utterly in love with you that I find it grose most of the time. So I assure you nothing will chase him away"