The Wrong Brother

The Wrong Brother

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Introduction

I am engaged to the cold, arrogant CEO of the Rolston empire. But the man currently pinning me to the wall, his eyes flashing with a luminous, inhuman amber? That’s his twin brother.

By day, I play the role of the dowdy, submissive corporate assistant to survive my fake engagement and appease my greedy family. By night, I shed my disguise to become "Dark Rose," the undisputed queen of the underground street racing circuit. My plan was simple: secure my inheritance, break the engagement, and run.

But I made one fatal mistake. I caught the eye of the wrong Rolston.

Neil Rolston is known to the public as the family’s useless, lazy playboy. But beneath that harmless smile lies an actual, literal predator—a feral, bloodthirsty underworld alpha who operates by the laws of the pack. He doesn’t just know my secrets. His heightened senses can smell the adrenaline in my blood. And he is entirely, psychopathically obsessed with me.

Tim demands my corporate obedience. But Neil? Neil will sabotage his brother's empire, crash million-dollar hypercars into my enemies, and stain his hands with blood just to keep me locked in his territory.

Neil Rolston never loses. And he’s decided I am his mate.

Chapter 1

Noir was the crown jewel of the city’s nightlife, a place where money didn’t just talk—it screamed.

The heavy bass of the industrial metal track thrummed through the floorboards, a low-frequency vibration that seemed to rattle the very marrow of Olivia Varma’s spine. The air was a thick, suffocating cocktail of expensive perfume, top-shelf liquor, and the raw, primal scent of hormones.

Olivia sat in the deepest corner of a velvet booth, swirling half a glass of whiskey.

Tonight, she’d left her "good girl" disguise at home. The heavy black-framed glasses that usually neutralized her features were gone, replaced by a gaze that was sharp and predatory. Her dark hair spilled over her bare back like seaweed, and her red silk dress featured a slit that climbed dangerously high up her thigh. In the dim, flashing lights, her skin glowed with a pale, lethal radiance—a lamb that had wandered into a wolf den, smelling sweet enough to drive the predators mad.

"Hey, beautiful. You alone?" 

A man reeking of cheap booze stumbled toward her, his hand already reaching for her waist.

Olivia didn’t even blink. She was halfway through the motion of tossing her drink in his face when her gaze suddenly locked onto a figure ten o’clock from her position.

VIP passage.

A tall, upright figure flickered through the shadows. A bespoke black suit, hair slicked back with obsessive precision, and that signature, bone-deep arrogance in his stride.

Tim Rolston.

The man who had forced her to play the role of the submissive, "good little fiancée" for three long years.

A cold, mocking smile spread across Olivia’s lips. The slight haze of the whiskey evaporated, replaced by the electric hum of a hunter who had finally cornered her prey.

So, he told me he had to work late, did he? she thought, her eyes narrowing. The 'devoted fiancé' routine was just a warm-up for a night at Noir?

Perfect. This was the "smoking gun" she’d been waiting for. If she could catch Tim in the act of cheating, she wouldn't just walk away from the engagement—she’d bleed the Rolston family dry for every cent of the settlement.

She shoved the drink aside and stood up on her four-inch heels. Like a cat stalking through the night, she followed him into the shadows.

The hallway was a sudden vacuum of silence, the soundproofing so effective that the only thing Olivia could hear was the frantic rhythm of her own heart.

The man ahead swiped a keycard and entered a suite, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Olivia took a steadying breath and pulled out her phone, switching it to recording mode. She reached for the handle, her finger hovering over the screen, when a hand suddenly clamped around her wrist.

The grip was terrifyingly strong, like a vice of frozen iron, yet his palm was scorching—as if he were holding a brand to her skin.

"Who—" 

Before she could scream, she was yanked with brutal force into the darkness of the room.

SLAM.

The heavy door shut behind them, plunging the world into a tomb of silence.

Olivia’s head spun as she was thrown back. Her spine hit the door panel with a heavy thud, and she hissed in pain as the whiskey’s delayed kick finally hit her brain like a mallet.

"Tim Rolston! Are you out of your mind?" 

The name fell from her lips as a reflex.

In the darkness, the man pinning her to the door stiffened perceptibly.

Then, a low, cold rasp of a chuckle vibrated against the shell of her ear. It wasn't a human laugh; it was a guttural sound, pushed from deep within his chest—a warning from a predator that had just caught a scent.

"Tsk." 

The man’s voice was hoarse, like gravel grinding against velvet, thick with a suppressed, animalistic heat.

Before Olivia could process the wrongness of that sound, a kiss—no, a demolition—descended upon her. It wasn’t an act of affection; it was a raid, a marking of territory.

His lips were scalding, carrying the sharp, dangerous tang of mint and tobacco. He forced her teeth apart, his tongue invading her mouth with a terrifying level of aggression. His body temperature was impossibly high, a volcanic heat that made Olivia’s limbs turn to water, as if she were being wrapped in the hide of a feverish beast.

"Mmgh!" 

Olivia’s eyes flew open, but it was pitch black.

She could feel the expanse of his hard, broad chest crushing her against the wood. He had her wrists pinned over her head with a single hand—his nails felt harder, sharper than a normal man’s, scraping against her skin and sending jolts of electricity through her. His other hand clamped around her waist.

His palm was massive, calloused at the base of the thumb, and as he kneaded the sensitive skin of her hip, she felt a shuddering ache that she couldn't explain.

Wait. Tim? 

Tim Rolston was a germaphobe. He hated physical contact, wearing silk gloves just to hold her hand for public appearances. The man currently devouring her was a riot of heat and friction.

Did he take something tonight?

"Let... let me go!" Olivia thrashed, trying to drive her knee into his groin.

The man anticipated the move, his long leg snapping forward to pin her against the door, neutralizing her struggle with effortless, terrifying strength. His muscles were like coiled springs, vibrating with an explosive energy that felt like it could shatter her at any moment.

"Don’t move." 

The warning was mumbled against her lips, dark and lethal. "Move again, and I’ll break you." 

This tone... 

Olivia’s brain was a chaotic mess of adrenaline and alcohol. But deep beneath her fear, a reckless, jagged spite began to bloom. If Tim Rolston was out here playing games, why shouldn't she? If he wanted to be a monster tonight, she would use every bruise he gave her to extract a higher price in court.

Fine. You want to play? 

Olivia stopped struggling. Instead, she arched her neck and bit down hard on the man’s lower lip.

The iron tang of blood filled her mouth.

The man froze for a heartbeat.

Then, the storm broke.

RIP.

The sound of expensive silk tearing echoed through the room. Her red dress was ruined in an instant, and as the cold air hit her skin, she was scooped up and tossed onto the soft expanse of the king-sized bed.

She sank into the mattress. Before she could even attempt to scramble away, his heavy weight was back on top of her.

His mouth trailed down her jaw, over the line of her throat, until he stopped at the very small butterfly tattoo on the small of her back.

Something about her scent seemed to arrest him. He inhaled again, slow and deliberate, as if committing it to memory. On the nightstand beside the bed, half-hidden under his jacket, sat a small dark bottle she hadn’t noticed before. She couldn’t read the label in the dark. She forgot about it almost immediately. She would remember it later.

It was her most private secret, always hidden beneath corporate blazers. The man seemed obsessed with it, his thumb rubbing the ink so hard he might have been trying to sear it into his own flesh. He buried his face against her skin, inhaling her scent like a starving addict, a satisfied growl rumbling deep in his throat.

It hurt. But beneath the pain was a terrifying, scalp-prickling heat.

Olivia’s hands scrambled for purchase, her nails digging into the lean, muscled planes of his back, leaving a trail of bloody gashes.

"Tim Rolston..." she sobbed out the name, her voice breaking.

The man stopped.

In the darkness, Olivia couldn't see his face, but she felt his gaze—two points of icy, heavy pressure that felt like a snake's tongue flickering over her skin. For a second, she hallucinated two glints of pale, gold-flecked light in the dark—the reflective pupils of a nocturnal hunter.

"Look at me." 

He gripped her chin, forcing her head back.

His other hand toyed with her earlobe, his voice dropping to a dangerous, wet chill. "Tell me. Who am I?" 

Olivia’s vision was blurred with tears and whiskey. The man’s silhouette was deep, his scent domineering—who else could it be but Tim? 

"You're... Tim Rolston..." she stammered, angry and confused. "I thought you were... incapable?" 

The man let out a short, freezing bark of a laugh.

"Heh." 

He drove into her with a sudden, punishing force.

"Ah!" Olivia’s breath left her in a sharp sob.

"Look closer," he whispered against her ear, his voice a devil’s lure. "Who am I?" 

"Tim... Tim Rolston..." she could barely think, the name was the only anchor she had left.

"Wrong." 

He bit her earlobe, his sharp canines piercing the delicate skin just enough to draw a sting of pain. "Wrong again." 

"Then... who..." her voice was a shredded thread.

The man paused, his long fingers threading through her damp hair, tilting her head to expose the vulnerability of her neck. He buried his face there, inhaling a long, deep breath, sounding like a man who had finally found his fix.

"Call me husband." 

His voice was a sandpaper rasp, a pure command. "Call me husband, and I’ll let you breathe." 

Olivia had no logic left. She only wanted the drowning sensation to stop, to escape the suffocating weight of his control.

Trembling, her voice thick with a plea for mercy, she whispered the words.

"Husband..." 

Soft, broken, and utterly defeated.

Those words flipped a switch in the dark. The man’s entire body went rigid, as if a feral instinct had been fully awakened.

He leaned down, catching the faint glimmer of moonlight from the window on her tear-streaked face. Her eyes, usually so dull behind her glasses, were wide and shimmering with a shattered, radiant beauty.

This was Neil Rolston.

Not Tim.

But Olivia couldn't see the difference. Neil pressed his thumb against her swollen lips, dragging it across the seam.

"Good girl." 

A sick, satisfied smile touched his lips. His eyes were dark, a faint gold-flecked shimmer deep in his pupils marking him as the apex predator he was.

"Remember that. You said it yourself." 

"From now on... don't ever think about taking it back." 

He lowered his head, swallowing her protests and her regrets into the endless, suffocating dark.

On the back of his hand, a ring of bleeding teeth marks stood out in stark relief—the mark Olivia had left on him earlier.

It was the best gift he had received in twenty-five years.

I finally caught you, Ollie.

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