Semua Bab Claiming My Step Brother: Bab 1 - Bab 5

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

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

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