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"Craig," she whispered, breath shivering, "please…"

It didn't matter what she was asking for…more, less, everything. The plea alone made them press hard against each other, like their bodies were trying to make up for all the time they'd been apart, like they could consume each other if they touched harder.

And still, she ached.
For all of him. And he did too.

She could tell by the way his grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like he was holding on for dear life. His breath warm and uneven against her neck, as her hips rolled again, slower this time, more deliberate.

Then he groaned, head falling to her shoulder as his body pressed in, hard and hungry. "Shit," he whispered, voice ragged. "Merlina,"

And just like that, his mouth was gone.

She blinked, dazed, lips swollen, skin tingling everywhere he'd touched.

He stepped back, slow and heavy with restraint, hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of her, like he needed to hold something that wasn't her.

Her voice came out in a whisper. "Why'd you stop?"

His eyes met hers, dark and wrecked. But then, he smirked. "Not with your siblings next door."

She stared, barely able to think.

He leaned in like he might kiss her again, then stopped just short, brushing his thumb over swollen bottom lip, "PG-13 remember?"


SYNOPSIS:

At an elite college, falling for the cold, narcissistic son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. 

But from the moment Merlina steps into campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull.

She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him.

The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything. 


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Falling for my Enemy’s Brother

I hadn't even heard her walk in. That's how lost I was in the moment.

"Is that Merlina?" Adriana's voice was cold, it cut through the silence like a shard of glass.

I froze in place, hand still on the trackpad, Merlina's face glowing back at me from the screen. The smile in the photo suddenly felt like an accusation.

Adriana stood close by, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop like it had just confirmed a suspicion she didn't know she had. Her expression wasn't angry. It was worse—quiet disappointment. Like she was still trying to figure out if she had a right to be mad.

I could've lied, said I was just scrolling aimlessly, or that I'd clicked something by accident.

But I didn't. Because somehow, that would've made it worse. More obvious.

What excuse could ever sound right when you're caught staring at another girl's Instagram?

Especially when the girl is Merlina.

Caught On Screen