Love To Hate My Stepbrother

"Sister, relax," Lorenzo reassures, his voice tinged with a sinister calm. "Our little的秘密 is secure with me; it's already a distant memory, just a handful of insignificant encounters. Nothing worth remembering." I stare at him in disbelief, struggling to comprehend this new side of him – the cold-hearted stranger before me, not the kindhearted Lorenzo I once knew. In a moment of uncharacteristic fury, a force takes over me, and without hesitation, I slap him hard, the sharp sound echoing through the silent night, drawing curious gazes from passing pedestrians. My hand stings as I step back, horrified by my own actions, my palm throbbing like a freshly cooked meal. Lorenzo, stunned, touches his reddening cheek, a mixture of anger and amusement distorting his features. "When did the prim and proper one learn to fight back?" he taunts, his eyes filled with malice. "Perhaps I should have held on to you longer; your feistiness could've added some spice to our relationship." The hatred I feel for him boils within me, seeping into every word. "I despise you," I say through gritted teeth, my heart heavy with the realization that this man has lost all trace of the person I once knew.