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 he spoke, Burgess's gaze fell on Oprah inside the room.


Hardy couldn't help but offer a reminder, "Mr. Burgess, if you like Miss Oprah, you should let her know and do things that make her happy. Otherwise, she might drift further away from you."


Hardy knew he had overstepped, and his eyes beneath the gold-rimmed glasses dimmed slightly.


Hardy always had a sense of decency. He had reminded Burgess because he didn't want him to regret it later.


He knew best about Burgess's changes during the six years Oprah was absent.


Burgess didn't blame him. After he left, Burgess returned to the room.


At this moment, Oprah had just received a call from Angela, telling her she had been released late last night.


"Oprah, did you go to find Burgess?" Angela felt something was off. She had called Oprah last night, but no one answered.


"Yes, I told him about it yesterday." Oprah didn't hide anything.


Chapter 83