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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

Our kiss continued for the longest time ever and I pulled back when I ran out of breath. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

His words were like a symphony to my ears. I was flabbergasted, taken aback, and freaking out all at once. This seemed to be a happy ending to a long-awaited sad life.

"I believe you know that this is something I've wanted forever."

As we stood smiling at each other for a few moments, I decided to believe him for the last time in my life. I had given chances to people who least deserved it, betrayed by people I held dearly—and done shit I shouldn't have a lot of times. If this had a chance of working out, it could only be if I gave him a true chance and that was only possible if I trusted him with everything.

Maybe it was nice, or it was a tremendous blunder. Either way, it was definitely gonna be a rollercoaster ride.

Chapter 37: The Disaster