Life With A Flirty Step-sister -final- ❲Trusted | 2024❳

For two years, I’d lived in a state of controlled chaos. Emma, my step-sister, had made it her personal mission to turn my life into a romantic comedy I never auditioned for. The stolen hoodies. The “accidental” walks into my room while I was changing. The way she’d lean over the kitchen counter, her voice a low purr, asking, “If we weren’t related, do you think you’d stand a chance?”

“I’m making sure you don’t forget anything.” She pulls a folded piece of paper from her pocket and drops it in. “Read it later.”

But last month, everything cracked.

She turned to face me, her expression soft but fierce. “No. What’s dangerous is pretending I don’t love you.”

“Can’t sleep,” she said, already climbing onto my bed like she owned it. Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final-

She laughs—that bright, impossible laugh that got me into this mess in the first place—and leads me down the stairs.

“We know,” I said.

“We don’t tell them anything,” Emma said quietly. “It’s our life. Not a story for other people.” That was three weeks ago.