Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

The dream couple that was my parents always did this. They never cared if I'd get jealous or not-they acted all lovey-dovey in front of me.

And they had become even bolder after I moved out for my studies. They flaunted their love life at me, and whenever they called me, they appeared together. They were like two middle-aged lovebirds, and I was just the third wheel. The focus was on them, not their dearest daughter.

Colin finally came out from the shower. Noticing that I was lying on the bed with a sulk, he walked toward me, sat down, and dried his hair. Then, he asked what happened and why I had a long face. Why else? My parents, of course. But I was too mad and embarrassed to tell him.

"Nothing. I'm going to take a shower now." I went to the bathroom glumly. Once I was done and dried my hair, Colin was already in bed. All lights in the bedroom had been switched off except for the mellow be lamps. I hung the towel, climbed onto the bed, and tucked myself in.

"Tomorrow" Colin wanted to tell me something, but his speech was interrupted by an untimely notification. It came from his phone. Colin frowned out of frustration. He glanced at his phone, which was next to

me.

I was annoyed and vexed. Only one person would text Colin this late at night-Jasmine, who was royally ignored just now.

"What did she send me?" asked Colin.

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charming people here and there. I couldn't even sleep properly. How irritating.

froze. He tried to turn my body by pulling on my shoulder, but I tensed up, refusing to

too violent with me, his long arm flew over my head to retrieve his phone. As he withdrew his arm, he yanked me in the

so I turned, letting him kiss me. His phone suddenly appeared before my eyes. He tapped on his chatting application. There was a red number one next to Jasmine's profile picture.

Luna and you can defy all odds and remain unseparated till

to be sorrowful, she made it sound almost literary and coercive. I pouted and

held his phone and moved it to wherever my face was facing. His fingers danced on the screen. "My love for

was sent, I saw that Jasmine was composing a response. However, she typed her message for five minutes straight and nothing ever appeared. In the end, it showed that she had

she wanted. Knowing her, she should be throwing a tantrum and playing the victim. She would

The silence was unusual.

at each other in

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