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Dutch rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink. "Don't be so dramatic. She's my girlfriend. And she's moving in."
"What?" I snapped. "This is my house, Dutch. You don't get to bring in random people to live here without even asking me!"
He scoffed. "Why are you being so uptight? I'm your brother. I'm older than you, and we're family. What's yours is mine."
I stepped forward, rage bubbling in my throat. "What kind of twisted logic is that? This house is under my name. I bought it. I pay the bills. I own it."
The girl purred lazily, eyes glassy and red. "Babe, is this the selfish sister you were talking about?"
Dutch smirked. "Yeah, don't worry. I'll handle her. Go back to bed."
Something inside me snapped. It wasn't just frustration—it was fear. Fear that I was losing control over my own life. My own home. My own name.
