My love, My secret, My brother

Behind them was the wall, and there was no way back! Harper tilted her head back to look at the man closing in on him, the leering gaze sending her stomach into spasms. However, she had to help her, had to help Oliver through this crisis. "I'll step in and help Oliver, but how about you promise to be my lover?'' The man's thick hand took her jaw, "You're so hot, you're not still underage, are you? But that's the way I like it...'' Boom! The already unlocked door was vigorously kicked open! In the doorway, a man with a cold face stood upright, his body carrying the rainwater from outside, his deep eyes slightly narrowed like a wolf, as if he could pounce and eat people's skin and flesh at any time! "Oliver? "Harper subconsciously backed away. Oliver strides over with the coldness that destroys everything, clenches his fist, and strikes the man in the face without mercy! Boom! A dull sound, as if using his whole body's strength. Oliver grabbed the man's collar, opened the window with his other hand, and dryly threw the man who attempted to violate Harper down. Twelve floors up, lawn below, not necessarily dead, but certainly seriously injured! Vanguard Corporation was already in jeopardy anyway, he didn't care about one more enemy! "Oliver!" exclaimed Harper. "Come back with me!" Oliver took her hand and walked out. The servants in the house had left, and Oliver's parents had gone to seek refuge abroad, and at only twenty-one, he would have to take it all on alone. There was a piece of birthday cake in the living room. I almost forgot that today was her eighteenth birthday as an adult. It was time to share something with him. Yet he was... "Oliver, I'm sorry." In the room, Harper took Oliver's clenched right hand in both of his. "Don't ever call me Oliver again!" the voice was hoarse with anger, "Call me by my name!" The tone was commanding, without the slightest hint of negotiation. "..." Harper looked at him in horror. Oliver slowly turned around and snapped his head down to kiss her on the lips. It was sweet, innocent, and seductive. It was the first time he had ever kissed her, after all the years of liking her, it was the first time he had ever gotten this close to her as a non-Oliver, and maybe...the last. Closing his eyes, ignoring her stiff body, he resolutely kissed her, a youthful kiss, but it brought a tumbling tide of love, not caring about each other's identity, forgetting the grudges of the previous generation, only declaring his love buried deep inside with a stirring kiss. "... Oliver...um..." said Harper, wide-eyed and at a loss for words. Oliver left his lips slightly, his deep eyes were resolutely possessive, "Ya, in this world, no one is qualified to touch you except me." The thought of that man's leering gaze made Oliver so angry he wanted to kill him! "Oliver?" said Harper, too nervous to breathe, "I'm just trying to help you." "At the expense of your body?" Oliver hooked his lips in contempt, "Your body can only be mine, Oliver alone!" ... What did Harper seem to understand? The clear eyes went wide. "Since you're an adult, I will get what's mine tonight." After saying that, he once again lowered his head and kissed her. This time, Harper didn't resist and gently closed her eyes... Turns out, he liked her too... Adopted from the orphanage, she had liked Oliver since the day she first met him... But they were brother and sister. There was no blood relationship, but she never dared to say it. She was afraid of betrayal, afraid of abandonment, so she didn't dare to love, but now, more than ten years of feelings made her unable to control it anymore. The kiss, getting hotter and hotter, Oliver simply carried her across the room into the bedroom.