One chaotic night, I accidentally got pregnant with my stepbrother's child. I remembered a few weeks earlier at dinner, our parents had been nagging him about marriage. He answered calmly: "I already have someone I like." I nearly blacked out. Great. Now I'm the homewrecker in my own family. I stayed up all night applying for grad schools in Europe, planning to get an abortion and flee the country. But while I was waiting outside the operating room, a hand grabbed my wrist. My stepbrother’s voice was cold and obsessive: "Do you hate me that much?" "You'd rather kill our child and run away than tell me the truth? Is that it, my dear little sister?" 1 My mom married a billionaire when I was three. It was a whirlwind romance that ended in a fairytale wedding, and I, naturally, was part of the package deal. I grew up in the Thorne mansion. My stepfather adored my mom and treated me like his own. I genuinely saw him as my dad and his son, Julian, as my brother. Julian was good to me when we were kids. But as we got older, we drifted apart. It happens. I was sad about it for a while, but I eventually accepted that I had gone from his "beloved little sister" to just "that relative living in the house." I had just made peace with it when the accident happened. 2 I woke up in Julian’s bed, my body aching all over. I stared at the ceiling, my brain slowly rebooting. The chaotic memories of last night came rushing back like a freight train. Vague fragments of someone whispering, "Don't cry, baby." And some... much more explicit phrases. I covered my ears, trying to block out the memories. Failed. Worse, the person next to me felt me move and instinctively tightened his grip, pulling me into his chest. His voice was thick with sleep. "You awake, baby?" I stopped breathing. I didn't dare look up. He couldn't know it was me. Julian has a girlfriend. He said so himself. Last weekend at dinner, our parents were talking about the neighbor’s new grandchild, which naturally led to them pressuring Julian about marriage. "Julian, you're 25. Anyone special in your life?" Mom asked. We were in the living room. I was sprawled on the couch playing video games; Dad had his arm around Mom. Julian said, "Yes." I looked up from my game, curious. My brother is handsome, rich, and has a good temperament. He's had girls chasing him since kindergarten. He rejected all of them. Who did he finally fall for? I blinked. "Bro, who is it? Do I know her?" He glanced at me but didn't answer. I pressed on. "Who? Who is she? Why are you hiding her?" Julian suddenly snapped. He sneered, "Who my girlfriend is is none of your business." I rubbed my nose, feeling wronged. Mom and Dad pressured you, why yell at me? I'm just the punching bag. Siblings really do drift apart. He won't even tell me who he's dating. But forget about the girlfriend for a second. The problem right now is that Julian's hands are wandering. I buried my face in his chest, frozen. He couldn't see my face. "Baby, it's still early," he murmured lazily. What does that mean?! I went rigid. He thinks I'm his girlfriend. Do they wake up like this every day?? If I look up, I'm dead. He still hasn't realized. Maybe because I'm silent, he thinks I'm consenting. Just as he was about to prop himself up and see my face, I panicked. I turned over and buried my head under the pillow. "Hmm?" He chuckled, a low, vibrating sound. "You like that?" He leaned over. "Baby, call me big brother." AHHHH! NO! Why are you guys like this?! 3 I refused to come out from under the pillow. Julian probably never imagined the person in his bed wasn't his girlfriend. He patted my head. "Shy?" I muffled a reply: "Go away." He sighed helplessly. "I'll go make lunch. Rest a bit, I'll wake you when it's ready." Click. The door finally closed. I crawled out of the blankets and stared at my body. I pinched myself. It hurt. It wasn't a dream!! Julian is outside. And I, his sister... I only remember attending a gala with him last night. The champagne tasted weird. We both drank it. I lost my mind, and Julian apparently mistook me for his girlfriend, calling me "baby" the whole time. And then... this happened. I covered my face. What am I going to do?! I need to escape. Julian's apartment has an open kitchen. If I walk out, he'll see me. While I was panicking, Julian came back. I heard the door and yanked the covers up. He patted my head through the quilt. "Still shy, baby?" His voice was so gentle. Oh my god, does he talk to his girlfriend like this? "We're out of Coke. I'm running to the store to get some for the wings. Don't panic if you can't find me, I'll be right back." Does his girlfriend love Coke wings too? Who doesn't? Wait. Focus. He's leaving. Thank God. 4 As soon as I heard the front door close, I scrambled out of bed. My dress was torn. I opened the closet to borrow his girlfriend's clothes, but it was full of men's suits. Huh? No women's clothes? Maybe there's a walk-in closet? No time to check. I grabbed one of his shirts and a jacket. Julian is 6'3", almost eight inches taller than me. I looked like a child playing dress-up. I rolled up the sleeves and pants, grabbed the shreds of my dress, and fled. Once I was out of the complex, I exhaled. Safe. Even if Julian realizes it wasn't his girlfriend last night, he'll never guess it was me. Our sibling relationship can still be salvaged. 5 I stopped at a boutique to change into normal clothes before going home. Back in my room, I rolled around on my soft bed. I hadn't slept till dawn, and then... more exercise this morning. My nerves finally relaxed, and I slept until the afternoon. Luckily, Mom and Dad are on vacation in Europe. No one woke me up for lunch. I rubbed my eyes and went downstairs to ask the maid for food. I saw Julian standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over me lightly. "Awake?" I remembered him saying "Baby, awake?" this morning. Followed by two hours of cardio. I stepped back instinctively. "Bro?" His eyes were dark. I feigned surprise. "Why are you home today?" He tapped the railing. "What do you think?" How should I know? I changed the subject. "Did you eat? I'm hungry. If not, I'll tell the kitchen to make extra." "You're eating now?" he asked. I lied without blinking. "Yeah, realized I missed an assignment last night, stayed up all night finishing it. Slept all day." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Doing homework at home last night?" I nodded. "Yup!" "Okay." Julian's tone was unreadable. "Eat. My dear sister must be tired after working all night."
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