Brandon’s lips brushed against mine, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t think you’d be on your knees for me so soon, sunflower.” I shoved him back, breath unsteady. “This isn’t a game.” But it was. With his father cutting him off and his half-brother poised to take everything, Cameron had no choice. Marrying Brandon the man he despised most—was the only way to secure his inheritance. Brandon was insufferable. Arrogant. And worst of all… he was enjoying every second of this. Cameron was straight. He hated him. Or was he?
View MoreCameron’s POV
Dinner was a nightmare.
Not the kind of nightmare where you wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. No, this was worse. Because I wasn’t asleep—I was wide awake, sitting at this ridiculously long table, trapped in a room full of people I hated.
The Holloway dining hall was a joke. It was too big for just four people, and the massive chandelier hanging above us was so bright it gave me a headache. The long-ass table made conversation weird, but that never stopped my stepmother, Eleanor, from pretending we were the picture of a perfect family.
Dad sat at the head of the table, his usual smug expression plastered on his face, like he was some great king or whatever. Eleanor was right beside him, sipping wine and looking like she actually belonged here. Spoiler alert: she didn’t. And then there was Drake, my perfect stepbrother, sitting across from me with this annoyingly satisfied smirk.
I should’ve known something was up.
Drake set down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin like some kind of royal prince. “So,” he said, dragging the word out for attention. “I have an announcement.”
I immediately hated it.
Dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Drake leaned back in his chair, glancing at Eleanor before turning his full attention to Dad. “Hilda and I are getting engaged.”
My stomach dropped.
The fork slipped from my fingers and clattered against my plate, the noise echoing in the oversized room. I barely even noticed.
Drake was getting engaged.
The words spun in my head, over and over, like some kind of sick joke.
Hilda Lancaster. Heiress to the Lancaster family—one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the country. Their influence stretched far beyond business; they had deep political ties, old money that demanded respect, and a name that could open any door.
A marriage between Drake and Hilda wasn’t just a union—it was a statement. A power move.
With her by his side, Drake wouldn’t just be Charles Holloway’s son. He’d be untouchable.
And me? I’d be nothing.
A ghost in my own family.
It shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have cared. But the moment Dad smiled—actually smiled—at Drake, the air in my lungs vanished.
I was drowning.
This wasn’t just about an engagement. This was the final nail in the coffin.
I had already been cast aside, but this? This made it official.
Drake was going to inherit everything. The fortune. The power. The name.
The future I had been raised for.
My fingers curled into my palm, nails digging into my skin. I forced myself to breathe, but every inhale felt heavier than the last.
This was her doing.
Eleanor.
Years ago, she and my father had ruined my mother—framed her, humiliated her, and destroyed her reputation beyond repair.
My jack ass of a father had cheated on my mum , betrayed her in the worst possible way, then cast her aside like she was nothing. When she couldn’t take it anymore, when the weight of the shame and the whispers became too much—she ended her life.
I would never forget the day I found her swinging on a rope attached to the ceiling.
After mum was gone, my father twisted the truth, slandering her name, claiming she had been the unfaithful one. He painted her as a liar, a cheater, a disgrace, until everyone believed him. Until she was nothing more than a scandal, a stain he could wash away.
And now, years later, his new family sat in her place, living the life that should have been hers.
And now? Eleanor had taken everything. My father. My home. My future. She had sunk her claws into this family and made sure there was no place left for me.
And it worked.
Because Dad—my own father—was looking at Drake like he was the son he had always wanted. Like I had never been good enough.
It was because of them my mum was gone forever.
Something inside me cracked.
But I couldn’t let them see.
Slowly, I picked up my fork, forcing my hands to steady.
It was then that I realized the room had gone silent.
I looked up.
Dad was watching me. So was Eleanor. And Drake—his smirk practically oozed satisfaction.
“Hmm,” Eleanor said, sipping her wine. “I expected more of a reaction.”
I said nothing.
Dad leaned back in his chair, an almost amused expression crossing his face. “You always were quiet in the face of reality.”
The words sliced through me like a blade, but I didn’t let it show.
Eleanor hummed in agreement. “I must say, I do feel for you, Cameron. It must be hard, watching your younger brother step up in the way you never could.”
Drake chuckled. “Oh, don’t be cruel, Mother.” He turned to me, eyes glinting with mock concern. “You’re happy for me, aren’t you, Cameron?”
I clenched my jaw.
This was deliberate. They wanted me to break. To snap.
I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
So I lifted my glass, forced a tight smile, and said, “Overjoyed.”
Drake grinned, leaning back like he had already won. Eleanor laughed, pleased.
And Dad?
He just shook his head. Like I wasn’t even worth being disappointed in anymore.
I swallowed down the bitterness rising in my throat.
No power. No status. No chance at revenge.
I pushed my plate away and stood up. “I’m full,” I muttered, not waiting for a response before turning on my heel and heading for the door.
“Cameron,” Dad called, his tone carrying that warning edge I hated.
I stopped but didn’t turn around.
“You should be more supportive of your brother,” he said, like I was the unreasonable one. “This family’s future depends on strong alliances. Try to understand that.”
I clenched my jaw.
Strong alliances. Right. Ones that didn’t involve me.
Without another word, I walked out.
I headed straight to my room and grabbed my phone. There was only one person I could trust with this.
Daniel picked up on the third ring. “What’s up?”
“Drake’s getting engaged to Hilda,” I said without preamble.
There was a pause. “Shit,” Daniel muttered. “That’s bad.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. “If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.”
Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?”
I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous.
Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage.
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that—
He was a man and it's well known that he was gay
And I was straight.
Dead straight.
So why the hell would I marry a guy?
My hands curled into fists at how ridiculous the idea was.
No. Absolutely not.
The idea of being tied to someone like him—of everyone looking at me like that—made my skin crawl. I could already hear the whispers, the rumors. Could already see the looks people would give me.
Daniel knew exactly how I felt about Brandon. And yet, here he was, suggesting this insane idea.
“Hear me out,” Daniel said quickly. “Brandon’s family is old money. Powerful, respectable. If you marry him, it would completely overshadow Drake and Hilda’s alliance.”
I shook my head. “Brandon would never agree.”
“Not willingly.”
Something in Daniel’s tone made me pause.
“What are you suggesting?” I asked, narrowing my eyes even though he wasn’t here to see it.
“We have the fraternity party this weekend,” Daniel said. “Brandon will be there. We get him drunk, maybe slip something extra into his drink, and take a few compromising photos. Enough to make sure he has no choice but to say yes.”
I let the idea sink in. It was dirty. Underhanded. The kind of thing I’d never considered before.
But I was desperate.
Brandon was my last shot.
I took a deep breath. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
Cameron POV I stood at the edge of the room like I was about to deliver some big speech, arms crossed and spine stiff. Brandon was tossing a hoodie onto his bed, totally unbothered by the fact that I was about to break some sort of weird unspoken routine we’d apparently fallen into."I'm sleeping on the couch," I said, louder than necessary. Like I was trying to convince myself as much as him.Brandon glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. "Okay."That was it. No protest. No teasing. No smug smirk. Just... "Okay."I blinked. "You’re not even gonna argue about it?"He shrugged. "What would be the point? You already sound like you've made up your mind so enjoy yourself."I hated how logical he sounded. And how calm he sounded. Like it didn’t matter. Like I didn’t matter.I folded my arms tighter across my chest. "It’s just... those matching things we bought today were just for your mom, okay? For show. Doesn’t mean we actually have to—you know—sleep in the same bed."Brandon di
Cameron’s POVWe just got home from the mall and we went to set things down at Brandon’s room.We’d just finished “straightening” the sheets, which should’ve taken two minutes max, but leave it to Brandon to turn it into some kind of Olympic sport.I collapsed onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh, arms flopping out like I’d just survived a battlefield instead of bed-making. “Finally,” I muttered. “A place to die peacefully.”Brandon snorted behind me. “You’re so dramatic, it's just a bed.”“Excuse you,” I mumbled into the comforter. “I nearly lost a limb to that damn fitted sheet. You saw it so why are you sounding clueless?”He chuckled, and I could practically hear the smug grin in his voice. “You wrestled it like it owed you money.”“It did owe me money. And emotional stability because it took us such a long time to get it done.”Just as I started to melt into the softness, I felt pressure hit my side. Not just near me. On top of me.I pulled the comforter off me and I blinked u
Cameron’s POVI woke up to sunlight stabbing me straight in the face and it felt like the universe was against me having proper sleep.Groaning, I rolled over and fumbled for my phone, which had been buzzing for a while.Dad.God, what did he want now?I let it ring for a few seconds, dragging my fingers through my disaster of hair, before finally picking it up. “Morning,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t still halfway inside a dream.“Any updates?” Dad said with his voice sharp It was obvious he was in business-mode. But he couldn't even say hello.I sat up and let my feet hit the floor. “Yeah. Brandon’s parents are... they’re really supportive.”There was a short pause and I was sure he didn't even flinch “Good,” he said. “Very good. We’ll arrange a dinner between both families. It’s time to discuss future collaborations.”And then he added, like he was commenting on my science project, “Nice work. You picked a good one.”I blinked and stared at the wall. That was it? No how
Cameron’s POVWalking into Brandon’s house felt like stepping onto a stage. I knew the script, knew the role I was supposed to play, but my stomach still twisted like I was about to bomb a school presentation.Brandon’s hand found mine just before we stepped into the living room, fingers interlocking like we’d been doing this forever. He gave me a small smile.Showtime.His mom was on the couch, flipping through some lifestyle magazine like she wasn’t watching the door. But the way her eyes flicked up the second we walked in? Yeah, she was totally watching. His dad glanced up from the TV, remote in hand, expression neutral.“Hi, Mrs. Deville. Mr. Deville,” I said, trying to keep my voice smooth. Like the version of me they’d met before—just… upgraded. Lover-boy edition.Brandon tugged me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist like it was second nature. Like we’d done this before. We hadn’t, not really, but it didn’t feel fake. Not completely.“We’re back,” Brandon announced, like th
Brandon’s POVThere was a brief pause on the line. I could hear Cameron exhale slowly, like the mention of her name triggered something he wasn’t ready to face.“Brandon…” he said quietly, his voice suddenly guarded. “Do we really have to talk about her?”“Yes we need to,” I replied, keeping my tone gentle but firm.He wasn't running away from this, not when I have the control of the situation.“You said you want me to help you, the only way I can help is when you tell me everything that happened.”Silence, I could hear the faint sound of his breathing on the other end but he didn't say anything.“I will come to you and explain,” he muttered.The call ended, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, still holding my phone like it was a grenade that hadn’t gone off yet.He was going to tell me everythingI should’ve felt satisfied. Triumphant. This was the moment I’d been working toward, I was moving closer to my plan.I had everything under control and I will see to it that he is under
Brandon POVI was still pissed. No—scratch that. I was livid.Cameron had the audacity to call me out like I was the villain, like I crossed some line when he was the one playing emotional ping-pong with me. One minute he wanted me, the next he was making googly eyes at Erica like I was invisible.I stormed out of school, music blasting through my headphones. My fists were buried in my hoodie pockets, and my jaw was clenched so tight I half-expected to chip a tooth.When I got home, I barely made it through the door before I heard hushed voices.My parents were in the living room. Whispering.“Um… hey?” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Why do you two look like you're trying to hack the Pentagon?”Mom looked up first, and just from her face, I knew I was in for it.“Brandon,” she said, her voice slow and steady, holding up the phone like it was radioactive. “Care to explain this?”Didn’t need to look. I already knew.The photo.Cameron and Erica. A little too close. Too comfortable.I cu
Cameron POV My stomach flipped and my thumb hovered over the answer button like it weighed a million pounds. I swiped to answer and placed the phone against my ears,"Hey.""Hey," she said, and her voice was softer than I expected it to be. There wasn't any judgment or ice to it, it was comfortable. "You okay?"I let out this weird half-laugh and it was the kind that sounds like you’re about to explode but you’re trying not to. “Define okay.”“I saw the picture. I think everyone has.”Of course she had.I sighed and leaned back against the cold bleacher, my heart bouncing around like it had no idea what speed to settle on. “It’s not what it looks like.”“So explain it to me, because I was very surprised to see that.”“The reason it was posted was because I was with Brandon and Drake wanted to make me frustrated,” I blurted out.“Wait—Brandon? Like, student president Brandon? You’re dating him now?”“It’s fake,” I said flatly. “The whole Brandon thing—it’s not real.”She grew quiet, I
Cameron POV I didn’t answer.Brandon blinked. “Okay, why is it online? Who took this?”I sighed and sank down onto the bench. “Drake posted it.”Brandon stared at me like I just told him I was secretly a robot. “Drake? Your stepbrother Drake?”“Yep.”He let out a breath and dropped next to me, still holding the phone like it might explode. “Dude. I thought he was bluffing. The whole ‘you’ll regret this’ speech sounded like something out of a soap opera.”“Yeah, well. Guess he’s committed to the drama.”I echoed Brandon’s words, but my mind was not on this at all. Drake knew that I had a crush on Erica, and now he just released this photo, and he might do something even crazier next. After all, he always tried his best to destroy me.“Look, it’s dumb, okay? People will talk about it for a while, and then they’ll move on. They always do.” Brandon said, as if he could see my anxiety.“Drake wants to ruin me. He wants to humiliate me so he can steal my fucking inheritance.”“Then don’t
Cameron’s POVI should’ve known peace was temporary. Like, cosmic rule or whatever—if things feel too okay, something terrible is probably lurking right around the corner.That "terrible" showed up in the form of my ever-charming stepbrother, Drake.It was a normal school day, or at least, it looked like one. I was walking through the quad with Brandon, still mentally recovering from waking up to him practically draped over me like a human blanket. He was sipping an iced coffee like we hadn’t just played accidental cuddle buddies the night before, and I was trying to act like my brain wasn’t still short-circuiting every time I remembered how close our faces had been.“Do you think that anonymous account could be someone from school?” I asked, lowering my voice.Brandon shrugged. “If it is, they’re a coward. Bet they sit alone in the computer lab, munching on chips and plotting like some low-budget villain.”I snorted. “You mean something you can do?”“That was one fucking time, and I
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