Not Blood, Still Forbidden

I lost both my parents at ten and was raised by Payton.

He helped me overcome my mutism and turned down every relationship for my sake. I thought this was love.

On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered the courage to kiss him.

But he pushed me away. "I'm your brother. Even though we're not blood-related, what you're doing is disgusting."

Three months ago, he brought home his arranged fiancée, Sophia

They held hands. Embraced. Kissed. Right in front of me.

When Sophia had an allergic reaction and was hospitalized, he accused me of poisoning her.