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His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. 
“This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?”
The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. 

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I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? 
Read to find out.

Obsessed With My Stepbrother

"I hate you. I hate you for everything you've done to me, to us and how you used me. I hate you Achilles and you're unlovable."

I read the message on my phone and a deep breath left my mouth. I breathed heavily as I kept my phone down.

Her words echoed in my mind. "You're unlovable," I whispered to myself, believing it with my heart. "Of course, I am."

I felt like I had a tear in my eyes—I didn't know I could even cry. I hadn't cried in a very long time and there was no reason to cry now.

It was so much better, she was out of this hellhole. She was going to lead a good life and so was someone else—that's all that I could've ever wanted.

I wiped my tears and covered myself with the bed sheets. It was all going to be over, this sadness and her words—I knew it. I deserved everything she said to me, I deserved it all and even if it hurt—hate came naturally to others around me.

Chapter 16: Fading Connections