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Slowly, with his burned hands hanging at his sides and the candlelight catching the exhaustion he usually kept buried underneath everything else, and he looked at my brother with something stripped of all performance. "I was seventeen when I stopped having the luxury of being a good person," he said. "I'm not asking you to forgive that. I'm not asking you to understand it. But I need you to know that what I did before you existed and what I feel now are not the same thing and I have never in my life said that to anyone." The silence that followed was total.

He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother. Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want. °°° Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in. °°° Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.

"So, no. These fuckin' bastards screwed up my whole family and I'm so not one of them." Two G gazes at him, "I am sorry, Mahone." At that moment, Adam sneakily gives him a crumpled page between the bars. He smooths the page, the words written in it are - "Tonight, 12.30 am Your brother is coming." "Oh," Mahone laughs looking at it. "Looks like big brother has come to rescue me. Fine, I'll give him a bear hug. Now, it's time for me to go to the infirmary."

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

almost. The resemblance was uncanny, but where Finn appeared warm and approachable, this man seemed like a sharper, more intoxicating version. Finn preferred his hair longer while his brother wore a neat buzz cut, making the differences between them more noticeable. Finn had mentioned having a twin brother who lived abroad and managed the overseas headquarters of the family business. Miller. So this was him. The brother she had never met. Before she could say anything, a familiar voice rang out. "Sabrina!"

He lets me drag him up. “I promise,” he mutters, wiping his eyes, “it’s not always about me. You’re just so perfect that you hardly have problems that aren’t from the characters in those books you read.” I hug him, saying, “I understand.” And I do. But then I pull back. “How about… if I say one of my problems out loud, and you distract yourself by solving it?” He frowns. “What problem is that?” I take a breath. “So you see… when your brother took me to a sex shop and told me he owns a sex club and toy company—”

“I’ll call my brother. He’s out anyway, he can come pick me up.” “Liam, stop, just talk to me—” Carter stood up, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching out. “I’m calling Marcus, Carter,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, deadly serious. I couldn't stay in this room with him. I couldn't look at the bed, or the wall, or his mouth. I couldn’t admit that despite myself I was still checking him out in those gray sweatpants. I dialed my brother's number, pressing the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Carter, pretending to look out the window at the storm.

She was chasing too, lost in the rising tide of sensation, her mind a mess of half-formed images and desperate need. Adrian's face. His hazel eyes floating above her, staring into her soul as he flew her self approach the edge of a cliff that she was willing to fly off. And then for a split second, those eyes weren't Adrian at all. No these were dark eyes and they were too familiar. Too close. Her brother! Elara jolted upright with a sharp gasp, throwing the covers off as if they were burning her skin. Her heart hammered violently, hands shaking as she pressed them into the mattress, breath coming too fast, too shallow.

Nothing. Two years where a young woman should be building a career, dating, living loud the way the young do, and instead there was a flat gray space where the facts should be. I turned the page and the next one was worse. “This is wrong.” I sat forward and I read it again, slower, the way I read a contract. And the more carefully I looked, the worse it got.