My Stepbrother, My Enemy

Tuesday morning brought the eviction notice, delivered by courier at seven AM sharp. Ivy was already awake—she’d barely slept, kept […]

The call came at seven-thirty Monday morning. Ivy was in Theo’s bed, wrapped in his sheets and the lingering warmth

They made it exactly three blocks from the Harrington building before Theo pulled the Range Rover into an underground parking

Theo returned from Tokyo on a Friday afternoon, exhausted and jet-lagged and somehow still managing to look unfairly attractive in

The call from Richard lasted forty-five minutes. Ivy knew because she sat at the dining table, pretending to organize her

Harrington Industries occupied fifteen floors of a glass tower in the Financial District, all steel and ambition reaching toward the

Ivy woke to seventeen missed calls from her mother and a text from Naomi that simply read: What the hell

The invitation arrived on heavy cardstock, embossed with gold lettering that probably cost more per square inch than Ivy’s coffee

The moving truck idled at the curb of Ivy’s modest Brooklyn apartment at seven in the morning, exhaust pluming in

The champagne tower glittered like a monument to excess, each glass perfectly stacked in the grand ballroom of the Harrington