Princess for brother
READING AGE 18+
I’m the Campbell princess – heir to a cold, ruthless dynasty.
When our parents die, my only “family” left is my brother…
…and the best friend he’s terrified to leave me alone with.
Travis Campbell is my older brother and the last living piece of our bloodline.
To the world, we’re the perfect heirs of a billionaire empire.
Behind closed doors, our relationship is poison – sharp words, cold stares, a game of who can hurt first.
We pretend to hate each other.
We pretend the tension in every fight, every too‑long stare, every almost‑touch means nothing.
Because admitting the truth would be unforgivable.
Then there’s George Smith – Travis’s best friend and the walking definition of sin.
The rich boy every parent warns you about: drugs, parties, dirty rumors about “collecting virgins”.
I should be disgusted by him.
Instead, I can’t stop wondering what it would feel like to be his next mistake.
Travis is desperate to keep George away from me, snapping every time he so much as looks in my direction.
He says it’s to protect me.
But his hand on my waist lingers too long, his gaze drops to my lips too often, and when we argue, he steps too close… like he’s one breath away from crossing every line we were raised to fear.
Caught between my brother’s forbidden, jealous protectiveness and his best friend’s dangerous charm, my world turns into a maze of lies, court cases, family secrets and choices that can’t be undone.
Do I choose the boy who will most likely break my heart?
Or the man I was never supposed to want at all?
⚠️ Warning:
✔️ All characters are adults
✔️ Brother’s best friend triangle + forbidden brother/sister tension
✔️ Billionaire dynasty, cold inheritance & filthy family secrets
✔️ Enemies‑to‑lovers, insane jealousy, possessive heroes
✔️ Steamy 18+ scenes & a dark, emotional HEA
Unfold
Endings in life are not like books.
No "last stand".
No fanfare.
It's just that at some‑point you realize that everyone who once‑held your life by the throat is either dead or far away.
And you're still here.
And‑something must be done about it.
Berlin was normal in the morning.
Tram under the windows……
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