Fake Dating my Stepbrother
His father, Gerald, was the only man in the country with more power than Isobel’s father, the man who held the keys to the University and the very land we stood on.
Nathan had approached me with a cold, jagged arrogance. He had seen me here before, serving drinks in the dark, and he thought he could buy me. He wanted to use me, to break me, and I had done the unthinkable: I had said no.
Isobel had seen it. And since then, she has been looking for ways to make my life a living hell. Which had already started.
“Tell her to get on the glass,” Isobel commanded, her voice dropping to a deadly, silky whisper. “Tell her to grovel for it.”