LOGINMy stomach twisted so hard that I thought I might throw up on the Persian rug in his office. I saw Liam’s jaw twitch the way it did when he was scared or really angry. “Oh, it’s nothing dad. We were just checking out one of the old cars,” Liam said smoothly, like it was no big deal. “Alex wanted to see the collection.” “Yeah,” I chuckled nervously. “Unusual activity,” Liam scoffed. William leaned back into his leather chair, his gaze shifting between me and Liam. “Alright then boys,” William gestured with two fingers for us to leave. While we were a few steps down the hallway, Liam grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the guest rooms, placing a hand over my mouth. “We can not meet with Sophia tonight,” he whispered. “It’s too risky now that my dad is all over the security cameras.” He let my mouth go. I crossed my arms with an attitude and leaned against the sink. “So what now? We just ignore her? She has videos, Liam. Enough proof of us being together.“ Liam tried t
Sophia’s latest text burned in my pocket all day like a live grenade. I felt sick. suddenly starring in my own blackmail drama. This wasn’t some TikTok scandal, this was real life with real rich people who could destroy us.I spent the afternoon pacing my room, AirPods blasting sad playlists while I tried to act normal. Mom kept texting me about helping with dinner prep for Sophia’s visit. Like, cool, let’s all pretend everything’s fine while my stepbrother’s “perfect match” threatens to expose the fact that he’s been railing me every night.Liam finally cornered me in the upstairs hallway before dinner. He looked tense, jaw tight, that protective bad-boy energy radiating off him. “We’re not going to the garage,” he said low, glancing around. “She’s bluffing. We’ll handle it my way.”“Your way?” I whisper-yelled. “Which is what… keep hiding and hope she gets bored? Liam, she has photos. Actual evidence. If William sees them, we’re done.”“Tonight after dinner,” he said in a calm ton
William’s knock hit like a slap. I shoved my phone under the pillow, heart racing faster than one of Liam’s races. “Uh, yeah! One sec!”I yanked on a hoodie and shorts, trying to look normal and not like I’d just been plotting secret meetings with my blackmailer while still sore from getting railed by his son. When I opened the door, William stood there in his robe, looking every bit the concerned dad.“Everything alright, Alex?” he asked, eyes scanning my room like he could sense the tension. “Heard some noise earlier. Thought I’d check on you.”“Yeah, all good,” I lied, forcing a casual teenage shrug. “Just… bad Wi-Fi. I’ve been videos too loud. Sorry.”He nodded slowly, but something in his expression felt off. Like he wanted to say more. “Get some rest. We have a big week ahead with the merger and the gala.” He patted my shoulder and finally left.I waited until his footsteps disappeared before texting Liam. “Your dad was just at my door. This is getting insane.”Liam’s reply was
My hands were legit shaking as I stared at the message again.“Liam, what the actual fuck,” I hissed, shoving the phone into his chest. We were still in the home gym, the door locked, but it suddenly felt like the whole mansion had eyes. “This isn’t some random creep, they’ve actually been watching us.”Liam scrolled through the message, his jaw locked so tight I thought it might crack. He looked like he was ready to throw hands with the entire city. He ran a tattooed hand through his hair, the muscles in his arm flexing. “Delete it and block the number. I’ll handle this.”“Handle it how?” I snapped, voice cracking like the anxious teenager I apparently still was. “We can’t just ignore this. What if they send it to your dad? Or post it somewhere? My mom would lose her mind. ‘Oh honey, you’re screwing your stepbrother?’”He pulled me into his chest, arms wrapping around me tight. I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat from the gym. It was stupid how safe he made me feel even when e
My heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest when the footsteps finally faded down the hallway. I stayed frozen under the covers for another five minutes, phone clutched like a weapon. Who the hell was creeping around at almost 3 a.m.? Was William checking on me? One of the night staff? Or worse… someone who heard Liam’s low groans and my pathetic whimpers?I finally slipped out of bed on shaky legs, pulled on a pair of loose basketball shorts and a hoodie, and cracked the door. The hallway was empty, just fancy wall designs casting long shadows on the dark wood floors. The Harrington mansion felt like a damn haunted castle sometimes.I needed water or maybe something stronger. My body was still buzzing from Liam’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d pinned me down and whispered filthy shit in my ear. I was completely dick-whipped by my stepbrother. Life was wild.The kitchen lights were already on when I got downstairs. It made my stomach drop..Liam stood at the massive m
God, I was so screwed in every possible way.I lay on my back in the massive king-sized bed that still didn’t feel like mine, staring at the fancy ceiling lights in my room of the Harrington mansion. London rain hammered the windows like it was trying to break in. My body was buzzing, skin still hot and sticky even after the quick cleanup. Liam had just left the bed, and already I missed it. Pathetic, right?He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret.“Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had t







