You're Not My Brother.

Dominick's POV

"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled, my voice echoing through the room. Why does it feel like I've been in the dark all this time? It's no wonder Elle was making advances towards me... Elta and I aren't blood related, and Roy isn't my birth father!

"Dominick, calm down, please," Elle pleaded. "I was afraid of how Roy would react if I told you his secret."

"I can't fucking believe this," I muttered, pacing around the room, running my fingers through my hair. I felt like a fool, a pawn in their silly games. "Does Elta know?"

"No, she doesn't," Elle shook her head. "I don't think it's a great idea to tell her. She's not going to like it."

"But we can't keep her in the dark forever. She deserves to know."

Elle sighed, looking away. "If you're worried I'm going to change towards her, you don't need to. Elta will never stop being my little sister."