Pain shot through me as Burgess's grip tightened on my chin. "What are you doing... Mmm!" I protested, my voice muffled as he silenced me with a forceful kiss.
At that moment, my mind went blank, and I was too stunned to push him away. Burgess's kiss was aggressive and dominating, leaving my lips bruised and bleeding when he finally pulled back.
Gasping for air, I glared at him, my cheeks flushed with anger. "I’m your step-sister!" I spat, unable to contain my outrage.
But Burgess merely rubbed his thumb against my reddened lips, his expression unreadable. "I'll do it if you dare to provoke me again," he warned, his tone sending a chill down my spine.
Furious but intimidated by his ominous gaze, I remained silent as he turned to leave, his satisfaction evident in the smirk on his face.
What was it like to have a twisted older brother?
After Oprah Johnny's father abandoned her and her mother, Oprah’s mother remarried a man from the Harrison family. That was how Oprah got a stepbrother, Burgess Harrison. Everyone seemed to believe Burgess disliked her, and even she herself thought so. But little did they know that Burgess had fallen in love with her at first sight. As Oprah grew more and more attractive, he found himself losing control…

Go Away,My Stepbrother

As I stood there, my eyes locked with Burgess's cold and proud gaze, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was merely entertainment for him, a spectacle to be observed and enjoyed at his leisure. His smirk only added to my unease, as if he relished the drama unfolding before him.


Suddenly, someone approached Burgess with enthusiasm, addressing him as Mr. Harrison. My stomach churned at the sight of their camaraderie, knowing all too well the underlying motives behind Burgess's actions.


"I thought you wouldn't come tonight, Mr. Harrison," the person exclaimed.


Burgess's response was calm and collected, his demeanor seemingly unaffected by the situation. "Even I need to unwind at times," he replied dismissively.


The sycophantic individual continued, attempting to justify their presence in the private room. "Yes, yes, you are right, Mr. Harrison. We just have a drink and enjoy ourselves here, not for anything else, right?"


Chapter 8