Wrong Brother But Make Him Mine Chapter 01

Wrong Brother But Make Him Mine Chapter 01

When my parents divorced, my brother and I went ten years without seeing each other.

The day I transferred back to the States, I went straight to find him, practically buzzing with excitement.

But he no longer spoiled me the way he had when we were kids. Every reaction he gave me was detached, as if he were dealing with a stranger.

So, to close the gap between us, I went all in. I played the “cute little sister” card every day, clung to him whenever I could, and pestered him for me bedtime stories.

Sometimes my real personality slipped out, and I’d get so bold I’d practically walk all over him.

It was not until I nearly maxed out his credit card that I realized something was wrong.

I had mistaken the wrong man for my brother.

Worse, he was my brother’s sworn enemy.

That night, I packed my bags with shaking hands and sent him a careful text.

Stella:[Does not needing my big brother anymore mean I’ve grown up?]

The other side stayed silent for a few seconds.

Adrian replied:[That’s a breach of contract.]

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My parents’ divorce had been ugly.

The custody fight alone dragged on for two years.

In the end, the judge ruled that I would move to London with my mom, while my brother would stay with my father.

Ten years of radio silence followed.

Until I secretly applied for an exchange program at Ashford University behind my mother’s back.

As soon as my flight landed in Briarwood City, I went straight to Ashford’s Department of Physics.

I asked several people if they knew Adrian.

Every single one of them shook their head like they were avoiding a curse.

Some even looked at me with pity.

I was completely confused. In the end, I stopped a guy with glasses outside one of the lecture halls.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know Adrian? Adrian from the physics department?”

The guy’s expression instantly turned strange.

He looked me up and down, then lowered his voice and said, “You’re here to confess to him too?”

“Look, I’d advise girls like you to give up early.”

He paused, weighing his words.

“Adrian is… kind of cold. He doesn’t do human interaction.”

“Yesterday, some girl came out crying.”

I froze for a second and instinctively argued back.

“He doesn’t talk much?”

“He’s cold?”

When we were kids, my brother had been the life of the party. He caught frogs, pset off firecrackers in the neighbors’ mailboxes, and never knew when to shut up.

His worst offense had been talking so much that his extremely quiet desk mate finally raised his hand in class.

The poor kid had actually begged the teacher to move his desk just to get some peace.

Still, ten years had passed. Maybe his personality had changed. That was normal, right?

The guy with glasses seemed about to say more, but then he pointed behind me.

“Oh. There he is.”

I turned around.

A tall guy was walking down the hall toward us.

He wore a simple oversized black hoodie, but even that could not hide the fact that he was built like a swimmer.

His brows were sharp, his profile was striking, and a tiny mole beneath one eye made his long, dark eyes look even more striking.

He had the kind of handsome face that looked good from every angle.

Just like that, every concern I had flew straight out of my head.

He was so hot.

He looked exactly the way I had imagined.

If this was not my brother, then whose brother could he possibly be?

Overcome with excitement, I screamed and charged toward him.

“Adrian!”

I threw myself straight into his arms, clamped my hands around his waist, and buried my face in his chest, smearing tears all over his hoodie.

He smelled ridiculously good, like clean soap with a faint, cool trace of pine. It was completely different from the milky, sweaty little-boy smell I remembered from childhood.

God help me.

This was the glow-up of the century.

The hallway went silent for three full seconds.

I felt the person in my arms go stiff, every muscle in his body tightening.

Several passing students stared at us with their mouths open. One of them even dropped his books.

The air froze for another few seconds.

Then the guy raised a hand and pressed two long fingers against my forehead, pushing me back with clinical precision.

I was forced to tilt my head up and found myself staring into a pair of dark eyes.

He lowered his gaze, frowned, and asked, “Who are you?”

I cried even harder.

Then I lunged forward again and clung to his waist, hanging off him like a koala.

“I’m your baby sister! How could you not recognize me?”

A light-brown-haired guy beside him widened his eyes.

“Adrian, your parents are kind of impressive. Having another kid at their age…”

Adrian shot him a flat look.

The brown-haired guy immediately mimed zipping his mouth shut.

Then Adrian looked down at me again, his tone still calm.

“Little girl, I don’t know you.”

“You’ve got the wrong person.”

I panicked and grabbed his sleeve, shaking it. “Your name is Adrian, right?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“Then I didn’t get the wrong person.”

My lower lip trembled as the heartbreak set in.

“I know we haven’t seen each other in ten years, but you can’t just forget me that easily. I fled the country to find you. You can’t just leave me alone. I’m broke, homeless, and if you don’t take me in, I’ll have to sleep on the street.”

I blurted it all out in one breath, looking up at him like a kicked puppy.

The brown-haired guy looked like he wanted to say something.

“So you’re here looking for your long-lost brother? And your brother is also named Adrian?”

“What do you mean, also?”

I asked in confusion.

But before I could think too deeply about it, I was interrupted.

Adrian seemed to have thought of something extremely entertaining.

Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted.

He raised a hand and lightly patted the top of my head, his voice suddenly turning gentle.

“Yeah. I was wrong just now.”

“I’ll take you home.”

I was so touched that I almost burst into fresh tears.

Completely immersed in the joy of finally reuniting with my brother, I did not notice the brown-haired guy staring blankly, about to speak.

Then Adrian kicked him hard in the shin.

“Wait, no, what the, ow…”

Adrian’s expression did not change.

He picked up my suitcase, glanced at me, and said, “Come on.”

“I’m taking you home.”