BLOODSTAINED VOWS (FORBIDDEN SERIES #2)

I'm not the type to share, never was, never will be. Especially not when it comes to her. She doesn't see it, but every time someone gets too close, every time another guy makes her laugh, something in me snaps.

She's not just someone I care about-she's mine. Mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to fight for. I don't give a damn if they call it obsession. Let them talk.

Because the truth is simple:
I'll burn bridges, ruin friendships, tear down the whole damn world if that's what it takes to keep her beside me.

No one touches what's mine.

He wasn't supposed to fall for her, his stepsister. The girl who walked into his life like a storm wearing a soft smile and innocent eyes. She lived under the same roof, shared the same table, laughed in the same halls. She treated him like a brother.

But he never saw her that way. Not even once.

Every day was torture. Stolen glances, subtle brushes of skin that lingered longer than they should, and quiet nights where her presence was the only thing he could think of. She was beautiful, almost painfully so, and it drove him insane knowing she wasn't his-knowing she could never be.

He hid it well-until the day he almost lost her.

One ordinary afternoon turned into chaos. Screeching tires, broken glass, and the sound of her name echoing in his head. She survived, but barely. And after that, everything changed.

She was gone.

Left with her grandmother without a word-no goodbye, no explanation. Just silence. He stood in the empty hallway where she once smiled at him, clutching the last memory like it was air in his lungs.

And ever since that day, he wasn't the same. Because she didn't just leave with her bags- She left with every piece of him too.

Authors note/warning ⚠️

Content Warning:
This fiction contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, and emotional manipulation. Read with care. Support is available if you need it.