Conrad
When Mom told me she was getting remarried, I didn’t think much of it. I just nodded, smiled, and pretended to be happy for her. I thought the hardest part would be adjusting to a new house, maybe a new last name. I was wrong. Because moving in meant sharing a roof with him. My new stepbrother. From the very first day, he made it clear he wasn’t interested in playing “happy family.” He was stubborn, sarcastic, and way too confident for his own good. The kind of guy who could ruin your day with one smirk. I told myself it didn’t matter. That I could ignore him. That he was just my mom’s husband’s son. But somewhere between the late-night arguments, the stolen glances, and the unspoken tension I realize the truth. This wasn't going to be simple Not at all
About Conrad
When Mom told me she was getting remarried, I didn’t think much of it. I just nodded, smiled, and pretended to be happy for her. I thought the hardest part would be adjusting to a new house, maybe a new last name. I was wrong. Because moving in meant sharing a roof with him. My new stepbrother. From the very first day, he made it clear he w...Read more