Bryson's POV
The mansion overwhelms me from the moment I step inside with my suitcase. Everything screamed luxury and I felt small just by walking past some furniture.
Then there's Julian. The bully from school who made my first week at Blackridge hell, now my stepbrother. The cosmic joke of it all makes my stomach churn. How am I supposed to live under the same roof as the guy who humiliated me in front of half the dining hall?
And worst of all, Mom can't stop talking about him.
After Julian storms upstairs and Richard follows him, Mom comes to my room. I'm trying to make sense of where to put my few belongings in this space that's bigger than our entire old apartment when she knocks softly.
"Come in," I call, shoving clothes into the massive dresser.
She sits on the e
