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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 need to kill that fucking monster…" I muttered with distress as I started walking toward the exit of the hospital.

"Hey, don't be stupid, okay?" Carlos followed me and stopped me again. "What's wrong with you? Have you completely lost your mind?"

"I don't know what to do, Carlos! Did you not hear what she said!?"

He exhaled. "I did, but did you? You promised her you wouldn't do anything reckless. Is this you not doing anything reckless?"

I scoffed. "Well it wouldn't matter if he's dead!"

"It would matter if you are!" He insisted. "Do this the right way, please. For her sake."

I shook my head. Doing the right thing wasn't as easy or glamorous as he made it sound. It was slow, pathetic and probably wouldn't even end on our side.

"You should get some rest now, Achilles. I'll stick around." He suggested, after a couple of moments.

"No, I'm—um, I'll stay. You should go to your place."

Chapter 42: The Right and Wrong