My Ex BF Became an Obsessive Stepbrother

He ruined my career. Now, he's my stepbrother. Three years ago, Vella decided to run from Victor's obsessive love—a love so possessive it suffocated her. To reclaim her freedom, Vella shattered his heart, a secret she has kept locked away. Now, at her mother's wedding, Vella faces a bitter truth: Victor Alexander is back. Not as the heartbroken ex-lover she left behind, but as a powerful CEO in the entertainment industry and—most terrifyingly—as her stepbrother. Victor is no longer the man she could hurt. He is a man who controls everything. With a cold smile and veiled threats, he makes one thing clear: he will not let Vella escape him a second time. He invades her life, her home, even her bedroom, with a deadly conviction that she belongs to him. And this time, he will use all his power and influence to ensure she can never run again. A story of obsession, revenge, and a love that has turned toxic. Can Vella survive Victor's dangerous game, or will she be trapped forever in a web of the past she helped create?

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Chapter 5

"You look scared," Victor finally said, his voice deep and calm.

"Of course I'm scared! You can't just barge into my house like this!"

Victor gave a faint smirk. "I never needed permission, Vella."

His hand slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a duplicate key.

Vella's blood ran cold. "Where did you get that?" her voice trembled.

Victor twirled the key on his finger casually. "You should know I always have a key."

Vella's heart pounded; she quickly grabbed her phone from her dress pocket, intending to call someone—but Victor swiftly snatched it and tossed it onto the sofa.

Vella was shocked. She looked up. Instantly, her throat tightened.

Victor looked at her with an indescribable gaze. There was tenderness, but also a darkness lurking behind his eyes.

He stepped closer, forcing Vella further back against the wall.

"Why do you always try to get away from me?" he whispered, his fingers rising to gently touch Vella's hair.

Vella felt her body tremble. She wanted to move away, but something in Victor's gaze held her in place.

Vella knew she had to run. Now.

She gathered her courage, trying to avoid Victor's gaze and move towards the stairs. However, quick as lightning, Victor caught her wrist and pulled her back forcefully.

Vella jolted. "Let me go, Victor!"

But Victor just looked at her with a relaxed expression—as if he was enjoying every bit of panic radiating from Vella's eyes.

"I let you run away once," his voice was deep, full of a dangerous calm. "This time, I won't let you go."

Before Vella could struggle, Victor bent down and lifted her in a bridal carry.

"What are you doing?!" Vella tried to struggle, hitting Victor's shoulder with her fists.

Victor didn't budge an inch. "Taking my wife to where she belongs."

My wife?

Vella shuddered at the term.

Victor's steps were firm as he carried Vella up the stairs, as if he knew this house intimately.

Vella's mind was in chaos. How could Victor know which room was hers?

They had dated, but during their three-year relationship, Vella had never brought him to her family home. Victor had never met her mother, let alone been inside this house.

So... how did he know?

"Victor! Put me down now!" Vella struggled again, but Victor only tightened his hold.

"Stop moving, or I'll drop you," he threatened softly.

Damn.

Vella could only stare wide-eyed as Victor easily pushed open her bedroom door and carried her inside.

The door closed with a soft click.

Vella didn't even have time to say anything before Victor dropped her onto the bed, then pinned her down with his hands on either side of her head.

Vella's breath caught.

Victor was too close.

His gaze was too intense.

"Why is your face so tense, darling?" he whispered softly. "Didn't you miss this?"

Vella turned her face away, trying to avoid the man's gaze. "You're crazy..."

Victor touched her chin, forcing her face back towards his.

"Why did you leave me three years ago?" he asked, his voice deep, cold, and full of tension.

Vella fell silent.

Victor narrowed his eyes. "Say it, Vella."

Vella swallowed, her body tense.

She tried to push against Victor's chest, but the man didn't move an inch.

"You loved me too much… you were too obsessive," Vella finally whispered, admitting something she had tried to forget.

Victor was silent for a moment.

Then, he smiled. A smile Vella couldn't interpret—whether it was angry, satisfied, or worse… anticipating something.

"So you admit it."

Victor's hand moved down Vella's cheek, then to her neck, his fingers touching the pulse beating rapidly.

Vella froze.

"You know, Vella… obsessive people usually never let go of what they have," Victor whispered right into her ear.

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The Next Morning

As sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, Vella slowly opened her eyes.

Her head felt heavy, her body tired, and she still felt like she was in a real-life nightmare.

But what made her startle was Victor lying beside her, his face only inches from Vella's.

The man was still holding her tightly, as if refusing to let her go even in sleep.

How did this happen?

Vella wanted to get up, but the moment she moved even slightly, Victor's arm tightened.

Victor's eyelids opened, and he looked at her with a gaze full of possession.

"Good morning, darling," he whispered in a deep, morning-hoarse voice.

Vella was trapped.

Vella froze.

She almost forgot how to breathe with Victor pressed so closely against her, his arm still wrapped around her waist as if he had full rights over Vella's body.

Their eyes met.

Victor's sharp eyes looked softer in the morning light, but Vella knew… behind that gaze hid something deeper and more dangerous.

Why was he still here?

Vella immediately pushed against Victor's chest with all her strength.

"Get out of my room," she hissed sharply.

Instead of retreating, Victor just gave a faint smile—a smile that made Vella even more wary.

"What's the problem?" he asked casually. "We just slept, right?"

Yes… slept.

Nothing more.

Vella felt a strange sense of relief, although the fact that Victor had slept beside her all night was still something she couldn't accept.

"I'm not yours anymore, Victor," Vella said firmly, trying to establish boundaries between them.

Victor looked at her for a moment, then suddenly… he leaned forward and gently kissed Vella's cheek.

His lips were warm on Vella's skin.

Vella's eyes widened, her heart beating wildly.

"Victor—!"

The man pulled back slowly, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Of course you're not mine," he said in a tone that sounded like a subtle mockery.

Vella felt angry, but also confused.

Why did Victor always act like this? As if their relationship had never ended. As if Vella still belonged to him.

"I'm serious, Victor," Vella said again, trying to remain calm. "What you did last night… and now… it doesn't mean anything. I broke up with you, and I'm not coming back."

Victor didn't answer immediately.

He just stared at Vella… for a long time.

As if gauging how far the woman's patience would stretch before he finally destroyed her bit by bit.

Then, his lips curved into a very dangerous smile.

"Then…" his voice was low, deep, and sounded full of hidden pleasure.

"…how about we go on a honeymoon too?"

Vella's blood ran cold.

What?!

Victor propped his chin on his hand, enjoying Vella's shocked expression.

"Our parents are on their honeymoon. I thought we could do the same."

"Don't joke, Victor."

"I'm not joking," he replied lightly. "I just thought, if you keep insisting on rejecting me, maybe I should make you remember what it's like to be with me."

Vella swallowed.

She knew Victor never said anything without a reason.

And if the man had an intention… then nothing could stop him.

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The crystal chandelier cast fractured light across the mahogany dining table, its brilliance as cold as the silence that had settled over our family dinner. I set down my wine glass with deliberate precision, the soft clink against the china plate seeming to echo in the cavernous dining room of the Rose mansion. "I want a divorce." The words hung in the air like smoke from an extinguished candle. Trenton's fork froze halfway to his mouth, a piece of prime rib dangling from the silver tines. Across from me, Jordan's head snapped up from his phone, his dark eyes—so much like his father's—wide with shock. Cataleya, seated beside Trenton in what should have been my mother-in-law's chair, had the audacity to look surprised, though I caught the flicker of satisfaction that crossed her perfectly sculpted features before she composed herself. "Ella." Trenton's voice carried that familiar tone of condescension, the one he used when he thought I was being dramatic. "Don't be ridiculous. We can discuss whatever's bothering you after dinner." I smoothed my napkin across my lap, buying myself a moment to steady my breathing. Nine years of marriage had taught me to recognize that dismissive edge in his voice, the way he reduced my feelings to mere inconveniences.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Divorcing The CEO: I'll Take Your Empire

8.6

I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip—a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow. When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother’s history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property. "You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name." The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother’s stolen emerald brooch—my only connection to my past—and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life. I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget. I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I’m not just leaving; I’m going to make him crawl.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Faking it with the billionaire

9.2

Blurb When broke event planner Isabella "Izzy" Hart agrees to fake an engagement with cold, commanding tech billionaire Alexander Blackwood, she thinks it'll be simple: smile for the cameras, fake a few kisses, collect the money, and walk away. But nothing about Alex is simple. Not the way he looks at her. Not the way he touches her, as she belongs to him. And definitely not the way he says: "If this is just business... why does it feel like you're mine?" It was supposed to be fake. Now neither of them knows what's real.

Billionaire Modern

9.0

He Return of the Discarded Heiress

9.0

For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure. Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in. The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her." They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars. I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm. They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out. I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.

Billionaire Modern

9.1

Love Outside my Reach

9.1

Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly. Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder. But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words. Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then." She turned to leave. "Hey!" Jordan bellowed. She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry? "You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?" Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?" "So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh. "No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again." Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?". Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to". Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe’s heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic. Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge. As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin’s crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles’s gentle affection and Jordan’s intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming. As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

8.9

Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room. She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks. Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort. Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800. But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic. He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee. When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk. Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror. She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake. Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast. Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel. She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile. "Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

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