Torn Between Blood Brothers

Prologue

Olivia's POV:

My joy knew no bounds as I was awarded the best graduating student, after a whole arduous five years. I thought the joy would last for the rest of the day, but it turned out that I was wrong.

“Where is father?” I asked one of our maids as I hopped in happily into the mansion, eager to share with him the source of my happiness.

My mother had suddenly died when I was in my second year at the university, which had caused my father to marry my evil step-mother.

I stepped into the living room, full of joy and ecstasy, not minding the cold demeanor that was thrown at me by my annoying step-mother.

“Dad, I made it, I…”

“You will be marrying billionaire Brown in two days time.” The words dropped out of my father's mouth, which brought me to a sudden halt.

“What? Why? And….Billionaire Patrick Brown?” I couldn't help but ask myself. Patrick Brown had a reputation of being cold and aloof in the whole of the city. Despite being the world's richest man, his icy and brutal nature was a red flag, which had turned several girls away. Not only was he cold, he had a rumor of being a murderer, and that he had intentionally killed his older brother, so he could gain all of his properties.

My eyes suddenly became cloudy, as I struggled to find the perfect words to say.

“Did you mean… Patrick Brown? And why do you want to marry me off to him?” I finally asked, after what seemed like a millennial. My voice was shaky, while my chest tightened.

“Of course. The papers are ready, and have been signed by both parties, you should prepare yourself towards the wedding.” My father said, as he stretched out a paper to me, which I read with a shaken heart. My eyes widened and my veins pulsated as the scrambled letters formed together and made sense in my tiny brain.

“What? My father was at the verge of facing a jail term?” I read in between the lines, with a drop of my tear smearing the ink on the paper.

“Yes, and only by marrying Patrick Brown will your father be saved.” It was my ruthless step-mother's turn to talk. Her voice added to my agony as I stared at her with grief. Her presence irritated and annoyed me, I had never for once enjoyed an ounce of peace ever since her marriage with my father.

“Of course I can read.” I muttered in between bated breath. I could feel her swell up in anger at the corner where she sat, but did I really care? I was pretty sure she was the one that cajoled my father into marrying me off.

“Dad, there must be other ways, we can definitely come up with a solution, there…”

“There's no way, Olivia. The only solution is to marry Patrick Brown. Only if you want to watch me go to jail.” He said, cutting me out of my words.

So that's it? All of my hopes and aspirations dashed? I had studied hard over the years just for this very day that I will be announced as the best student, and the incoming best lawyer, never did I expect that my dreams will be buried just some moments after my graduation. My supposed husband was even over ten years older than me, how was any of that making sense?

I could sense my father's sorrows in his tearful eyes, as he struggled to take a look at me. Something inside of me clicked that he was forced to marry me off. Who could be threatening my father? It could only be one person, billionaire Patrick Brown.

I heaved a deep breath and ran out of the room, holding the paper firmly in my hand, with tears rolling down my soft, red cheeks.

“Marry Patrick Brown?” His name couldn't stop ringing in my head.

I headed over to a luxury bar point, which seemed like the only place to wear off my worries.

“Two bottles of whiskey please.” I muttered to the bar man and took my seat in a far end of the drinking point. I really wanted to isolate myself from the rest of the world.

I had not taken more than two glasses of whiskey when a young, tall figure stood in front of me. I lifted my eyes up slowly, and was struck at the dashing young man that had graced my presence. He was light-skinned, and handsome, wearing a smile which lifted my heart immediately of it's burdens.

“May I have a seat?” His voice was heavenly, forming a romantic sensation in my ears.

“Of course…you can.” I muttered, blushing under his warm and romantic gaze.

“Why are you drinking all alone?” He asked me, and all I could answer him with was a smirk on my lips.

I shook my head, and gulped down the remaining contents of my first whiskey bottle in an instant. The man's keen expression on me showed that he was very surprised by my actions.

We chatted for some time, gulping down our drinks as we discussed. Talking with him actually helped me alleviate all of my worries.

I could hardly take my eyes off him, he was a perfect description of an angel in human form.

His handsomeness must have gotten into my head, or we were both drunk to reason things out as we both headed to one of the rooms in the bar point.

He suddenly stopped in front of the door, and stared romantically into my eyes. Even in my drunken state, I could hardly forget that his’ intense stare. He grabbed me by my head, and kissed me deeply, sticking his wet tongues into my mouth. He jerked open the door with a kick, and we both staggered in.

I inhaled his scent as I buried my head under his arms, it was calm and refreshing.

We took off each other's clothes, and he lowered his head to suck at my wet n*****s. He gently moved his hand towards my c**t and stuck his finger inside of it, thrusting in and out gently while soft moans escaped me. He was really good at it.

He pushed me to the bed, and then climbed on me, ready to begin the real deal.

I was immersed in the passion and ple

asure I once lost, which I then found, while bedding a stranger