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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 hung up the call in rage and left the hospital for a walk. As I was walking on the sidewalk, I saw Carlos coming back with the drink for her.

"Hey, Achilles. Your call's done?" He asked with a cheerful expression.

Ah, crap. I really didn't want to deal with this. I just wanted a normal, fucking walk.

"Uh, yeah." I said as my eyes wandered on the street.

Why the hell was he so good at knowing me?

"Uh, yeah something is wrong, actually but…" I exhaled. I knew I had to talk to him about it sooner or later. "You know, you should probably give that drink to her first."

"Okay. I'll–uh, I'll meet you outside the hospital in five minutes."

"Cool," I said. Great, now I can't even have a walk.

I strolled back to the hospital after two minutes and he came out after another.

"She was awake?" I instinctively asked as soon as he reached me.

Chapter 41: The Truth is Out