What do you do when the man from a one night stand turns out to be your stepbrother? 
Do you forget that incredible night or…do you commit the same sin again and again?
For Jade Evans, caught amidst her mother's new marriage and the turmoil it brings, an alcohol-fueled encounter on the hills leads to a shocking revelation- the stranger she shared an unforgettable night with is none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother.
But that's not it- the man she encounters on the wedding day isn't the one she spent that passionate night with. Instead, he's someone closely associated with him. Now that all three of them have to stay under the same roof, surely, nothing can go wrong...right?
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"Remember when you said you'd drink me all up?" I projected my thoughts into his mind, interrupting his stream of thoughts.
His body seemed to freeze, his eyes snapping in my direction.
"What? Surprised?" I casually brought a piece of toast to my mouth, taking a bite. 
His jaw clenched visibly, clearly rattled as he lowered the glass without taking a sip, unfastening the first few buttons of his black shirt.
Fuck! I wanted to see him just as exposed as that night.
As for Chase, he didn't spare me a word. 
"I've got to admit, Stepbrother," I chuckled inwardly, confident he could hear my thoughts, "You're quite skilled at playing the 'clueless' act. If I hadn't seen your face so clearly, I might've believed that you're not Chase-"
"Devon, where's Chase, by the way?" Frank's voice abruptly interrupted, causing me to freeze in place, my eyes shooting towards him.
Did he just say... Chase?
No way. I must've misheard.

Chasing Our Stepsister

　　Lounging on the plush sofa in the penthouse, my gaze fixated on the vast expanse of the sky, its serenity a stark contrast to the tempest raging within me. Thoughts of Jade Evans, the enigmatic woman who had abruptly vanished without a word, continued their relentless grip on my mind, refusing to fade as the day slipped away.


　　Just one night with her had thrown my whole fucking world into disarray. Her mysterious presence lingered, haunting the deepest corners of my thoughts.


　　Why did she leave? That question echoed. Ceaselessly.


　　Drawing on the cigarette, its acrid taste provided a brief distraction.


　　Amidst this chaos, another tangled knot awaited unraveling- my father's hasty remarriage. Accepting this new reality felt inconceivable. How could he sink so low as to tarnish the memory of my late mother by inviting someone new into her sacred space? That place solely belonged to my mother.


CHAPTER 10 Turmoil