My Stepbrother Sent Me to Conversion Therapy

After sending me to the conversion therapy center, my stepbrother regretted it.

I am the stepson of the Winston family.

I have a shameful secret.

I’ve fallen for my stepbrother.

I buried these feelings deep in my heart, believing they would never be discovered.

Until that day, when I drank a little too much and kissed my stepbrother’s lips…

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I loved Liam Winston. He was my stepfather's son.

From the moment my mother first brought me to the Winston house, he walked down the staircase like a prince from a fairy tale. He crashed into my heart instantly.

Perhaps because I had been lonely for so long and finally had someone to keep me company, Liam was very kind to me too.

My feelings for him grew more wildly with each passing day under his care.

I was ashamed of my thoughts, so I carefully buried these emotions deep in my heart.

I believed they would never be discovered.

Until graduation day, when our classmates organized a farewell dinner.

Facing separation, everyone was rather sentimental. I rarely drank, but that night I had a few glasses and stayed out later than usual.

When I pushed open the door to leave, I saw Liam leaning against his car door, waiting for me.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps witnessing so many brave confessions at the party.

I boldly kissed Liam on the lips.

He froze for a second, then shoved me away in anger. I fell to the ground.