Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW.

Asher Collins is poison...at least, everyone at Riverbroke High says he is. He's the son of my mother's employee, the guy who would inherit billions, no, trillions of dollars, as well as properties from his family of landowners and food conglomerates. I, on the other hand, was nothing but the daughter of the housekeeper. I was disposable; at least I heard that every damn day.

Asher was the only son of Catherine Everleigh and Stefan Maximillian Collins. he was their golden son. No, literally their golden boy. When I was twelve, I watched them fuss over him because a watermelon seedling had stuck to his jaw from his fall accident....it was a damn seed, but they treated it as if it were the entire world crumbling.

It was almost pathetic, but I chose to stomach it instead.

They owned me...us, and we never heard the end of it. His father pays my tuition fee as a sign of gratitude for my mother keeping her mouth shut about the child they shared together.

I was going to hell.; because i sinned with my stepbrother.

Riverbroke High was Asher's domain; his kingdom, and I was simply a peasant in that kingdom. The bastard has bullied me ever since I set foot in that darned place, along with his stupid girlfriend, Lydia. Oh, scratch that, fiancé. But instead of lashing out, I took it all on my chin, choosing instead to focus on the one reason I didn't crash out in front of everyone.

My mother.

Everyone says growing up invisible is easy.

They're nothing but liars.

Being invisible hurts in a way people never talk about.

It suffocates you, and it shrinks you until it teaches you to fold yourself into corners so quietly that even your own heartbeat feels too loud....too.....exposing.

I learned that from the moment I understood words and what it meant to be a resident inside the Collins mansion.

Where silence wasn't a choice.

It was a survival tactic.

My mother was the help, and she'd drilled it into me from the moment I could walk: stay small, stay quiet, stay unseen. A maid's daughter shouldn't be heard or seen. Make sure your presence isn't even noticed, especially not around the family that owns your roof, your meals, your future. And never around Asher Collins. Especially him. No one except my mother and I knew he was my stepbrother by blood, and my master by calling. One day, he would own the immense wealth amassed by the tenth generation before him, leaving all of us at his mercy, scrambling for any bit of his favor so that when he assumes his throne, we could get some semblance of grace.

The bastard was cocky, arrogant, and every bit of the spoilt rich boy you could imagine, and much worse. The second I attained puberty, my hips became something even my big clothes could barely hide; so his mother pulled me to the side, and drilled