My Stepbrother Kicked Me Out Novels & Stories

Then I realized it was Thea who was responsible for Anna leaving the mansion. “Where did you stay so long, hmm?” She asked, with a concerned look, “I started to think you ran away because of the price tag.” She pouts her lips. “I… I.” Anna stammered before I spoke. “Why did you take Anna out of the mansion without my approval?” I asked her, my voice firm but sounding annoyed. “I’m sorry big brother. I only wanted to bond with my step-sister… your mate.” She spoke, a bit confused.

I muttered under my breath. Chris raised an eyebrow. “Steve?” “Stepbrother,” I said tersely, the word tasting sour on my tongue. Chris frowned. “She never mentioned having a stepbrother.” “Exactly,” I said, knocking again. This time, I didn’t wait for a response. I reached for the doorknob and turned it. Locked. I glanced at Chris, who nodded, understanding immediately. He moved to the side, and with one swift kick, the door flew open.

“You really are crazy huh? Why would you do something likethat? Dorian isn’t someone you mess with okay?” I stood there staring quietly as he spoke. “The room right next to us is yours, if you want to live in this house then you have to listen well or you live to regret the consequences.” Regret? Consequences? Okay what could possibly be that bad for me to regret? My stepbrothers who act like they want to kill themselves must from the way they glare at each other or the fact that I fucked my stepbrother or the fact that my stepbrother is my mate? What?!

I press a hand over my face, wetting my palm with my tears. If I allow him today, I’ll allow him again tomorrow, and the days to follow. I can’t do that. He’ll soon become my stepbrother. And although we’re not related by blood, in our culture, a stepbrother is considered a brother, and we’re forbidden for each other. We’ll be shunned if news gets out. I can’t risk the humiliation that would fall on my mom. I can’t allow anyone to point accusing fingers at her, to blame her for not raising me right. That woman has given me more than just her life, and I can’t pay her back with disappointment.

Even when I knew what to say, I didn't know how to say it now. “I—” I got up. “You'll have to excuse me.” Before anyone could speak, I walked out. Out of their sight. What my stepbrother did hurt me more than anything. If the tables were turned, I would never treat him that way. As a matter of fact, I would choose my brother before Rowan. It wasn't a real relationship, after all. How could he do a thing like this to me? Tears threatened to fall my face, but I held them back.

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??

he beckons to me, leaving me utterly astonished by the unexpected turn of events. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks—could this man be my stepbrother? The shock of being referred to as his sister reverberates through me, as I recall having no brother. As he withdraws from embracing my mother, he shares his sorrow, expressing his frustration over the sudden loss of his father. "I'm devastated that my father left us in this way. It's hard to pinpoint his killer as he had numerous enemies," he mourns softly. I flutter my eyelashes, mesmerized by the richness of his voice. A wave of forbidden thoughts crosses my mind—could it be wrong to feel a stir of attraction towards my stepbrother

Or maybe I was exaggerating. But I had no idea the man I called my stepbrother would be so angry about it. He wasn’t just mad that I came to his office—he was furious that I introduced myself as his stepsister. And he made that very clear within seconds of me entering. “I’m your stepbrother? Why the fuck would you tell anyone I’m related to a bastard?” he yelled, throwing a paperweight in my direction. It barely missed me but left a huge dent in the wall.

I had to get out of her before my so-called stepbrother moved in. “You’re staying home to meet him.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “I have plans.” “With who? Of course it is Hazel, you always use her as an excuse when you want to escape life?” I pushed the pan off the counter, fuming with anger, “I’m not staying home for some stranger, Mom.” “He’s not a stranger, he’s your brother…” “Stepbrother,” I cut in sharply. “Still, he’s part of this family and you have to meet with him.” She said with an air of finality while I crossed my hands on my chest.

Her smile curdled when she saw me. "So it’s because of this bitch you’re ignoring me?" Noah’s fingers twitched against my waist. Oh shit. I pushed his hands away from my waist, but he turned to look at me. “What’s wrong with you? Let me go.” I said through my teeth. “No.” “Nikki, I thought I told you to get lost.” “So because of this bitch?! What’s going on between you guys?” Fuck, how can I tell them that we’re step siblings? Step siblings don’t hold their waists. Damn.