Forbidden Little Game (Crimson College #4)

Prologue

TORIN

From the first day I meet Noah, it’s obvious that he’s the type of person who always gets what he wants.

Noah Vancliff.

Son of Phillip Vancliff II.

Grandson of Phillip Vancliff I.

I already know his bloodline, his net worth, his legacy, before I ever look him in those sleepy, deep blue eyes.

And when I do, I know he can’t stand what he sees.

I don’t belong.

Just because his father is fucking my mother, does that mean Noah owes a single thing to me?

I’m a threat to that stable, generational legacy, like a Molotov cocktail chucked straight into his family tree.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a twisted satisfaction when he sees me for what I am: someone who will never give him everything he wants on a gilded platter like the rest of the world does.

If we’re cursed to become stepbrothers, then I’m going to play this like a fucking game.

Noah Vancliff always gets what he wants… but me?

I always win.