The Swapped Heiress's Reverse Harem

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Mind if your brother slides in? Watched your husband do it just fine.

His long fingers ripped away his silk tie, lashing my wrists to the headboard. My chest heaved.

Trapped.

To completely break free from my two psycho brothers who looked at me like they wanted to devour me whole, I eloped yesterday with the citys most ruthless old-money billionaire. I thought his diamond ring would be a solid enough boundary.

One was a control freak who dragged me to underground firing ranges. The other was a sick bastard who hoarded my underwear to get off. And then, just this morning, a DNA report dropped the ultimate bomb: I wasnt even a real member of this family.

I was swapped at birth.

Click.

The bedroom door locked. Now, they both had me cornered on the mattress.

Chapter 1

Ive always been the ultimate chill, oblivious college girl. I go with the flow. Throw a problem at me, and I usually just shrug, cave in, and adapt. My bestie, Kendall, always jokes that even when Im pushed to my absolute limit, Im about as threatening as a fluffy kitten.

But the one thing I refused to cross was incest.

Growing up in top-tier elite private schools, I knew exactly what kind of destruction a family scandal could bring. Back in high school, I watched a neighboring Manhattan old-money family implode over a brother-sister affair. They were stripped of their trust funds, entirely ruined, and exiled from high society overnight.

I had nightmares for a solid month after that.

My Wall Street CEO father immediately hired the top psychotherapist in the country on a massive retainer. My security expert mother went straight to work, installing a state-of-the-art, military-grade biometric lock on my bedroom door.

Since then, I kept a hard line on sibling boundaries. Luckily, that kind of twisted drama seemed impossible in my own life. Donovan, my oldest brother, was always elegant and affectionate. Sure, he liked taking me to private, underground firing ranges to shoot Glocks, but that was just his thing.

Jude, the middle child, was aloof and lazy. He just liked making me sit through movies with him. I didn't get it at first, but it became our normal.

The three of us were a happy, totally normal family. Incest wasnt even on the radar. At least, thats what I believed until I turned eighteen.

Until the day I doubled back home to grab a forgotten textbook and walked past Jude's room. Three in the afternoon. The door was cracked open, blackout curtains drawn tight. Low, muffled groans drifted from the shadows.

I understood instantly.

My cheeks burned. I was just about to tiptoe away when I heard my own name.

"Juliet fuck." The voice was hoarse, dripping with desperate, feverish need.

My feet froze.

I peeked toward the attached bathroom. His tall, lean silhouette stood in the dim light. Those same long fingers he used to compose brilliant melodies were now working rapidly below his waist. Damp, sweat-slicked hair clung to his forehead, his eyes clamped shut.

His neck arched back, his Adams apple bobbing sharply.

And crushed in his other hand was my camisole.

My stomach bottomed out. Brother! Are you trying to burn this entire family to the ground?!

Jude was a musical prodigy, plagued by brutal insomnia. Growing up, he could only sleep if I was next to him. It felt off, even then, but hed brush it off, claiming it was just normal sibling bonding. I bought it.

As we got older, we obviously had to separate. Then he claimed he couldn't sleep without my scent. Reluctantly, I started lending him my worn clothes to keep on his pillow. Coats, T-shirts, button-downsthey went into his room and never came back.

Every time I handed one over, there was always this strange, hyper-fixated gleam in his dark eyes beneath his messy hair.

That camisole was from two weeks ago. I had originally offered him a light jacket. He had looked down, his voice laced with disappointment. "Nothing else?"

His lazy gaze had dragged up my bare legs, stopping dead at my mini skirt. That crosses a line. Heat rushed to my face.

I squeezed my knees together, my hands clamping down on the hem of my skirt. "No."

He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes darkened a fraction before snapping to the crumpled camisole I had just tossed on the bed. "Then I want that."

I was about to say no, but his expression instantly smoothed out, totally casual. No ulterior motives whatsoever. "Intimates hold a scent longer. I just need this one for the month."

Once again, I bought it. I never expected to see it again in a scene straight out of a nightmare.

Did Jude actually have feelings for me? I chewed my thumbnail down to the quick, running through the evidence. It added up. For years, he intercepted my love letters.

He chased off any guy who even looked at me. He was constantly finding excuses to press against me, inhaling my scent.

For my birthday this year, he composed an exclusive track just for me. I had been so thrilled I set it as my ringtone. My mom heard it once and just commented that the melody was interesting.

Chapter 2

The notes were Morse code. The translation? Obsessed with you. Like you.

My brain short-circuited.

I tried probing Jude about it casually. He just kept flipping through his music theory textbook, not even bothering to look up, "A brother liking his sister. It's completely natural, isn't it?"

Platonically? I guess that made sense. Once again, I had let him talk me down. But looking back now?

Jesus, the red flags were everywhere.

This was insanity. I felt like a hunted piece of prey with a target painted on my back. I immediately fired off a voice note to my best friend, Kendall, on our private encrypted channel. The second she finished listening, she cursed loudly and slammed her foot down on her Porsche's gas pedal, executing a terrifying drift on the winding mountain road in the dead of night.

"No wonder the creep is always materializing next to you like a damn ghost, acting like it's a coincidence. Ugh." She tapped her manicured nails on the steering wheel.

"Just play dumb. You guys are siblings anyway. He won't dare pull anything."

That sounded solid. I also vented about it to my long-time online friend. His advice was blunt.

[Don't you have an older brother? He's fiercely protective of you. Use him.]

He was right.

From that day on, I used the "I'm an adult now" excuse to reject Jude's advances and dodge any solo hangouts. I only handed over unwashed, brand-new jackets, holding my ground completely. When he asked me to watch his favorite horror movies, I found every excuse in the book to bail. Whenever my parents went on business trips, I crashed at Kendall's place.

And if things got really desperate, I'd fake a nightmare and sleep on the couch in Donovan's room.

Donovan was always gentle. He would inevitably carry me to his bed to sleep. He even knew a little massage therapy, claiming he was just loosening my muscles so I'd sleep better. And it worked.

His large, warm palms would glide over my skin. It was hot, tingling, leaving my mind totally fuzzy.

I drifted off into dreamland right under his smiling gaze. The only weird thing was the numerous red marks scattered under my clothes the next morning. I frowned at myself in the mirror. Donovans grip is seriously too rough.

Every time I rejected Jude, he would stare right through me, his gaze acting like a dark vortex ready to swallow me whole. Sharp eyebrows, flush lips, devastatingly pale features. He looked almost like a beautiful demon stepping out of the shadows. I quickly averted my eyes, not daring to look too closely.

My parents were workaholics. Even their sex life required my dad to book three days in advance, with my mom replying "1" to confirm based on her schedule. They were basically running on autopilot. Obviously, they couldn't see the massive sacrifices I was making to keep this family stable.

I was seriously putting in overtime for this household!

I spent over six months walking on eggshells. Then, I made the mistake of mentioning that one of my classmates would be a perfect match for Jude.

He violently ripped the crust off his toast and immediately proposed a family trip to Bali. My parents happened to have vacation days piled up, so they agreed on the spot. Only Donovan was missing, stuck working late at the office.

"And Juliet?" Jude narrowed his dark eyes, locking onto me.

I nodded silently. Whatever. Mom and Dad will be there.

Jude tapped his slim phone against his chin, a faint smirk hooking the corner of his mouth. "Perfect. I already informed our older brother. He's staying at the company, and we're leaving today."

He pocketed the phone. "I'll book the flights."

Mom and Dad were people of action. They looked surprised for a second before nodding and heading up to pack.

The entire first-class cabin was bought out just for us. My parents took the very front row, while my seat with Jude was all the way in the back. This was absolutely intentional.

Jude crossed his long legs lazily, looking incredibly relaxed. He idly flipped through an in-flight magazine, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. He even ordered us two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. His good mood was making my stomach twist with anxiety.

But I figured he wouldn't try anything. He hadn't so far.

Halfway through the flight, my parents slipped on their eye masks and fell asleep. Jude closed his eyes, resting his head back. My tense muscles finally relaxed. I unbuckled my seatbelt and headed for the lavatory.

Chapter 3

I was yanked down onto Jude's solid thighs by a surge of brute force.

He locked both my wrists in a single, iron grip, his other hand clamping down over my mouth with an undeniable, crushing weight, caging me against his suffocatingly broad chest.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear. A ghost of a whisper. "Shh." Hot breath fanned across my skin.

"If Mom and Dad hear how are you going to explain this?"

I froze, my muscles locking up. I tried to use his name, praying it would wake up whatever microscopic shred of conscience he had left. "Jude?"

"Yeah." His arm snaked around my waist. His long fingers forcefully wedged between mine, slotting perfectly together until our palms were flush. He buried his face deep into the crook of my neck, letting out a ragged, utterly intoxicated sigh.

"You smell so fucking good, Juliet. I want to die buried inside you."

Was he actually insane? I wanted to rip open the emergency exit and jump out of the plane.

I shrank my neck down, my eyes blown wide and fixed dead ahead on my parents' seats. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs. He pressed his cheek flush against mine. I could feel the rapid flutter of his eyelasheshe was buzzing with sick excitement.

"Does it tickle?" His voice dropped an octave. "Or are you scared?"

I stuttered, my voice barely a squeak. "Jude, I know we're close, but you can't we can't do this"

"My sweet little sister is still playing dumb." A low, soundless chuckle vibrated through his chest, rumbling directly into my spine. "Can you feel me? I know you saw it."

"The crack in the door was a lot wider when you left than when you first walked by."

"You walked out of that room clutching your book, and your face was entirely flushed." He obsessively stroked my burning cheek, the pad of his thumb dragging back and forth across my lower lip. "Just like it is right now."

I gritted my teeth, finally forcing out a harsh, breathy whisper. "Jude, are you out of your damn mind? What if Mom and Dad find out? We are literally blood siblings!"

The second the words "blood siblings" left my mouth, the hard ridge pressing beneath me jerked, swelling even thicker.

My brain completely short-circuited. My face was on fire, my vision practically blurring from the sheer, suffocating heat of him.

"This is your own fault, Juliet." His gaze was pitch-black, lethal. "I knew you couldn't handle this, so I stayed away. I kept my distance."

"But then you tried to push me onto someone else." His fingers suddenly clamped hard around my jaw. "So naturally, you need to be punished."

He tilted my head up, examining me like a predator savoring its next kill. His lips trailed down the side of my jaw, agonizingly slow, before crashing directly onto my mouth. His free hand squeezed my sensitive waist, forcing a gasp out of me. The second my lips parted, he invaded.

A deep, ruthless kiss.

The moment his tongue tangled with mine, my pupils contracted to pinpricks.

My mind flatlined. Logic evaporated. I ripped my hand free and slapped him. Hard.

Smack.

I violently shoved myself off his lap, scrambling backward in sheer panic. The sharp crack echoed through the cabin, instantly jolting my parents awake. They ripped off their eye masks, whipping their heads around.

"What happened?!"

I kept my back strictly facing them, fighting to stabilize the ragged tremble in my voice. "Nothing. Just killed a massive mosquito."

I risked a glance down. Jude wasn't even mad. He touched the red mark on his pale cheek, completely dazed. His dark eyes were glazed over, clearly still obsessively reliving the taste of my mouth.

Absolute sick freak.

I stormed off, locking myself in the tiny lavatory. When I finally dragged myself back out, my parents were casually chatting. Jude was behaving. He sat perfectly still, lazily flipping through his magazine with the thoroughly sated look of a predator that had just fed.

I couldn't shake the creeping feeling that I was some kind of highly illegal narcotic to him. One taste, and he was high for hours.

The second we landed and I flicked off airplane mode, a barrage of text notifications exploded on my screen.

[Where are you?]

[Hello? You alive?]

They were all from T.

He was an online friend Id met playing MMORPGs back in middle school. Top-tier gamer, insanely knowledgeable, and incredibly witty. He was my closest friend who I had never actually met in person. It was easy to vent all my toxic, real-life drama from behind the safety of a screen.

There was a raw, zero-filter freedom in spilling my guts to a total stranger.

We were supposed to grind a dungeon raid together today, but then this spontaneous Bali nightmare happened. I had been so hyper-fixated on the Jude situation before boarding that I entirely forgot to text T. My fingers flew across the glass screen in a blur, frantically typing out every single twisted detail of what had just gone down in that airplane seat.

Chapter 4

[You're saying he assaulted you?]

He used to spam me with goofy dog and cat memes, but this time, there was nothing. Just cold, dangerous text on a screen.

[You went to Bali?]

[Yeah. But I'm fine, don't worry about me. I slapped the hell out of him.]

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared several times before he finally sent a single line.

[Your slap? That would only turn a guy on