A young woman finds herself drawn to another man, unaware that the possessive mafia figure who raised her as a brother is watching every move. As his jealousy surfaces, the line between family loyalty and forbidden desire begins to blur, and the man who swore to protect her may be the one she can't escape.
He's my schoolmate, and there was another girl in the car. I don't care who he is. You used to be different. He was right. The old me wouldn't even look at another man twice. I used to get jealous if a woman so much as glanced at Daniel.
But that was before. People change. After we pulled into the estate's garage, he killed the engine but didn't unbuckle. He stared straight ahead, hands on the steering wheel. I waited for a moment, then got out of the car. I hadn't gone far before his voice broke the silence.
You changed too fast. After that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed. I kept thinking about the DNA report I'd hurled at the door. I didn't trust the report I'd stumbled across. What if I'd read it wrong? So I secretly collected samples and had a third-party lab run
another paternity test. The days waiting for the results were torture. I started pulling pulling away from Daniel. I stopped asking him where he'd been when he came home late and quit questioning who he'd had dinner with.
At meals, I even started serving him food. I no longer threw tantrums, and I gave up asking for the goodnight kiss I'd insisted on for years.
Daniel noticed. At the dinner table, seeing how quiet I was, he raised an brow. You've been such an angel lately.
I'm sorry I used to be so controlling. It won't happen again. He laughed, probably thinking I'd finally grown out of my childish ways.
About time. After all, you can't cling to your brother forever.