By day, he ruins me.
By night, he owns me.
And by some cruel twist of fate… he’s now my stepbrother.

When Liana Carter’s mother marries into the infamous Ashford family, she’s thrown into a world of wealth, secrets, and one particular devil with a jawline sharp enough to cut her resolve.

Dante Ashford—golden boy of Blackridge Academy. Sinfully gorgeous. Cruel beyond reason. And her worst nightmare.

From the moment she steps foot in his mansion, he makes one thing clear—she doesn’t belong here.
Not in this house.
Not in his world.
Not anywhere near him.

But the more he pushes, the closer he pulls.
With every cruel whisper, stolen glance, and forbidden touch, he breaks down her walls.
And builds an obsession he can't escape.

He has a girlfriend.
She has rules.
And neither of them can stop the wildfire growing between them.

He’s her bully.
Her tormentor.
Her stepbrother.
And the only boy who can ruin her… completely.

Some love stories were never meant to happen.
But this one?
Was never meant to end.



University Heartthrob Is My Bully Stepbrother 

Liana's POV
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark, Liana,” he murmured, his voice a low, taunting whisper in the suffocating blackness. It was a challenge, a dare to reveal yet another weakness.
I backed up instinctively, my arms flying up, my hip hitting the edge of a heavy bookshelf with a du...

My new stepbrother!

So you’re the charity case.

You wouldn’t survive the lesson.

Dante walked in.

I’m not a babysitter!

They’re going to think I’m fucking you.

This new guy was just... kind!

   You’re really going to flirt with someone else in front of me?

I dare you!

You say that like you didn’t beg me to kiss you with your eyes.

Library. Now. Come alone.

Then why do I dream about choking the breath out of any guy who touches you?

  How do you stop wanting your own stepbrother?

I saw what you wrote for me!

Hey, stepsis!

I slapped him.

Don’t pretend your body didn’t beg for more.

And then—his mouth crashed into mine.

Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of my hands on you.

Dante’s stepsister. God, what a slut!

You’re embarrassing to be seen with.

He kissed her in the hallway and now he’s ignoring her. Classic Dante.

Touch him again, and next time, I’ll pour bleach in that pathetic little mouth of yours.

Did I say you could touch me?

Whatever I want.

   His touch was what finally shattered my composure.

You can either strip it off, or I will!

You don’t get to touch her again. Not you. Not anyone.

   Telling them all you’re mine!

You didn’t have to do that!

  I shouldn’t have kissed you.

One more touch and I’ll ruin her. Completely. Beyond repair. Beyond recognition.

The hunger in me roared, a primal, untamed beast.

  I kissed her. Hard. Possessive. Starving.

You want to stop me?

My hands roamed her wet skin, tracing the delicate curve of her waist, then gripping her hips, holding her impossibly close.

I rewarded her with a thrust of my fingers so deep, so precise, that she cried out...