Novel & Cerita Stepbrother Dearest

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

she said, picking up the camera and walking through the lavish home. “Do you see the wall? All the pictures? Every single one is him. Looking like a goddamn mannequin in a Prada catalog.” She panned to frame after frame—photos of Nick. No, Liam. Looking powerful like he owned the universe. “This is my brother,” she continued, her voice rising. “He’s the youngest, richest businessman in the country. He’s not some poor guy playing pretend. He’s Liam De Luca. And I am Brooke De Luca. We are the De Lucas—the family your pathetic one will always be beneath.”

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.

Chapter 33 The discovery of his hesitation changed everything. Not in a thunderclap of revelation, not in some grand victory to celebrate with champagne and parades, but in the quiet, insidious way a tide turns — subtle, inevitable, undeniable. For the first time, the stepbrother wasn’t just a phantom force bearing down on us. He was a man. A dangerous one, yes. Calculating, relentless, terrifying in his efficiency. But still… a man. And men had limits.

Maxwell yelled, "Hold on for what? Anyway, congrats, sister." "Sister?" I said, felling shocked, the word "sister" sounded weird in my ears. Maxwell retorted, "Isn't that what you are?" I countered, "I'm your step-sister, Maxwell, I see you as my love and happiness not as my brother." He angrily yelled, "Oh, don't give me that crap. Aren't you engaged to Hunter Morgan?" I stammered, trying to find the words, "I...I..." "I thought you loved me!" He cut me off instantly. "Didn't we agree to elope together?"

Leo huffed arrogantly, bumped Rael’s arm, and with an air of mysterious pride said, “That’s my only brother; of course I know, bro!” Then he spread his arms and lunged at Leif, who predictably pushed him away from a distance. “…Control yourself, don’t jump on me, stay away.” Leo pouted, “Bro, aren’t I your favorite little cutie?” Leif: “…Get lost.” Leo sniffled and sidled over to Raina, meekly whining, “Sister-in-law, look, Brother’s being mean to me, wah wah...” Raina was speechless.

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

And there he was, looking absolutely and unexpectedly different. He was taller and composed, looking impossibly sharp in his suit. His mismatched eyes, one green and one blue, locked onto mine like he called for a challenge I hadn’t agreed to. He had a buzz cut that would normally make anyone look basic, but he rocked like a clean-looking but rugged model. His lips curved into a small, deliberate smirk. My throat went dry as my hands clenched at my sides. My stomach lurched violently. “Liam…” I whispered, barely audible, as if saying his name aloud would break some fragile part of me. "Hi, step-sister."

I bit my lip, playing with the hem of my tiny top. “Today, my stepbrother is finally going to touch me for the first time.” Caleb stepped into frame. The moment he did, the energy in the room shifted. He moved behind me on the bed, his large hands settling on my waist. Even though we’d rehearsed this, the real touch still sent electricity racing over my skin. “Tell them who I am,” he murmured against my ear, loud enough for the mic. “You’re my stepbrother, Damien,” I whispered, leaning back against his chest. “And I’ve wanted you for years.”

Let me show you how to make Leo see you differently. My thumb hovered over send. But I couldn’t do it. Not when one word from me could ruin everything. After all, I was nothing more than her brother's best friend. The older brother of the man she loved. And that was all I was ever going to be to her.