Rule Number 1: Kissing Your Stepbrother Again Will Ruin You

Mmeso Writes YA&Teenfiction

There are many ways a girl’s life can fall apart.
Mine started the night I walked into a stranger m**********g at a graduation party.
Humiliating?Traumatizing? Absolutely.
Worse?
I kissed him.
I almost slept with him.
And then he shattered my pride with five cruel words.
“I don’t do virgins.”
I thought I would never see him again. I was wrong.
Because the universe clearly hates me.
The arrogant jerk with sinful blue eyes, a dangerous smirk, and enough tattoos to scream trouble turns out to be my new stepbrother.
Zephyr Knox. He’s cold, cruel. Beautiful. A walking red flag
And somehow, my personal nightmare gets worse.
At school, he becomes my biggest tormentor.
He mocks me. Teases me. Pushes every button I have until I want to scream.
He acts like ruining my sanity is his favorite hobby.
But the most confusing part? He won’t let anyone else touch me.
The same guy who humiliates me becomes violently protective when other boys get too close.
He glares at anyone who makes me laugh. Gets jealous when I talk to other guys. Acts possessive over me like I belong to him.
His words say HATE.
His touch says something far more dangerous.
Obsession.
Every stolen glance feels like war. Every argument ends in burning tension. Every fight makes it harder to remember that we’re supposed to hate each other.
He bullies me. Protects me. Breaks me. Consumes me.
And the scariest truth?
The more I fight him, the more I realize something terrifying—
My stepbrother doesn’t just want control.
He wants all of me.
People say forbidden love ruins lives.
I’ve come to the conclusion that they were right.
Because loving my stepbrother didn’t just break my heart.
It almost killed me.

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